<?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-36716020</id><updated>2012-01-11T00:53:50.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in:sights:out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6797170136216865035</id><published>2011-11-18T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T14:02:45.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>approaching</title><content type='html'>And so, today's session with Dr. Boon marks the end of this semester's teaching periods in IPBA. Our final results were out yesterday. Alhamdulillah, all the hard work I've done (or at some point, the &lt;i&gt;lack&lt;/i&gt; of it heheh) has paid off. The practicum portfolios and record books have been returned and now we're preparing for the Kursus Induksi's exam and the SPP interview that follows after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I'm approaching the last checkpoint of my undergraduate years: Graduating.&lt;br /&gt;My time in IPBA is about to end.&lt;br /&gt;I know some of us just can't wait to get out of this whole thing- well, five and a half years IS a long period.. but I just don't feel good about leaving. It's a whole mixture of feelings actually- one of the most pressing was the feeling that I'm gonna have to wave goodbyes to all the people I've made friends with here.&amp;nbsp;And to think that we're not going to be able to hang out and spend time together like we used to in the coming years.. I don't know if I'm ready for it just yet. Blame my ageing gene who's reluctant enough to make maturity comes along with my years of living..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling melancholic still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-6797170136216865035?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6797170136216865035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6797170136216865035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6797170136216865035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6797170136216865035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2011/11/approaching.html' title='approaching'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-1767408389618325236</id><published>2011-09-16T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T16:05:38.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little update</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up thinking "I wish it was Friday already" and to my delight, it is! And to add today's a day off in Malaysia as it is Malaysia Day every 16th September. I know I've been away from the blog for too long now and I appreciate those of you who messaged me asking how I've been doing and encouraged me to update this site. Alhamdulillah I am doing good. Particularly been busy these past two months due to my teaching practicum which should end in the next two weeks, and I have a truckload of new experiences to share with. I am a bit behind to wish you Happy Eid Mubarak but the wish for a blissful life ahead will never get old so here I am :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eid Mubarak, Happy Independence Day, Happy Malaysia Day and have a happy happy day! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going out with my housemates to visit another friend's open house now, hopefully I'll find time to update again insyaAllah. Till then, take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-1767408389618325236?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1767408389618325236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=1767408389618325236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1767408389618325236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1767408389618325236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-update.html' title='A little update'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6405959945657327460</id><published>2011-05-16T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:22:05.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn206/ohhellofriend/mondayimage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 338px;" src="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn206/ohhellofriend/mondayimage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image by this inspiring artist &lt;a href="http://www.leahdieterich.com/"&gt;Leah Dieterich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, I'd like to wish everyone a very happy Teacher's Day. We are teachers at heart, at one point or another. :) And to some of us, teaching has become or will be our legal profession, and that, in itself is already a huge responsibility to keep up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on to my recent whereabouts, I still have another two week of in-house courses at the institute, and this week it's on Intel Teach. While my life off campus after the final exam has been such a whirlwind of activities, that state of being a student doesn't get off my hands that easily so yes, courses are still made compulsory to attend to (regardless of how *cough* dreadful *cough* some of them are...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so all that to say, today is the start of my second week of post-exam schedule. Though my stomach doesn't seem to be agreeing with my mind half of the day already (hmph!), I'm actually feeling good - if not jubilant- for some reasons I could not quite understand! Funny how sometimes a small gesture, a simple thought or a short message from our friends can make our whole day so liven up, no? Could this be a sign for something good along the week? Hopefully InsyaAllah! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here's to a lovely week and moving on. See you soon!&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/36716020-6405959945657327460?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6405959945657327460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6405959945657327460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6405959945657327460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6405959945657327460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2011/05/monday.html' title='Monday:'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-4834089832346467080</id><published>2011-05-03T17:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T17:18:23.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exclusivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;is a very expensive issue. more so when it concerns the person you care about the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;There are just certain things in life that are better off unknown. Things you wish you never asked, never saw, never heard or never even felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Why? because it affects your exclusivity towards the other, the other's to you, and it puts your emotional senses centre stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;here comes the feeling you thought you'd forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-4834089832346467080?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4834089832346467080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=4834089832346467080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4834089832346467080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4834089832346467080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2011/05/exclusivity.html' title='exclusivity'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-2668834463586877858</id><published>2011-04-03T20:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:04:06.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>33:35&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, when I feel lost or upset, I read the Quran, there are verses which I didn't pay much attention to before that 'talk' to me, they suit the situation that I 'm going through and it amazes me every time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminds me that this life is not eternity and it's the most comforting feeling ever. SubhanAllah, this book is truly a masterpiece and flawless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-2668834463586877858?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2668834463586877858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=2668834463586877858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2668834463586877858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2668834463586877858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2011/04/3335-sometimes-when-i-feel-lost-or.html' title=''/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-7974436674670815998</id><published>2011-04-03T08:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T08:41:36.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thing or two</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Why hello old trusty page. I’ve been thinking about giving you a visit but it’s only now that I manage to spare some time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Pheww. The world of studying is always known to be a challenging one as it gets closer to the very end, but I’m still breathing, still having a sane mind and amidst all these, (hopefully) I can still cherish the fun in it. Haha. Looking at the assessments dateline schedule of this semester, I am quite relieved that four assignments had been successfully submitted thus far. That means I’ve passed half of the stretch, and after four more assessments; which include a couple of exams, and few more sleepless nights, I’ll be done with the term. Which will lead me to the very last lap of becoming an English teacher- the practicum. I don’t think that it’ll be any easier- it might drive the stress rate to a whole new level hahaha but I’ll use these past four years of learning to help me cope with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;For those who are about the same age as I am, what do you guys think about maturity in speaking? It sure doesn’t just come by with the years of living or the experience, no? It’s a question I’ve been pondering on lately. Well, not that much of an issue but since the surroundings I’m in at the moment is putting a lot of pressure to everyone I know of (myself all the more, of course); it begets further questions on how we should conduct ourselves as we interact with other people. I came to realize that one of the lecturers at our department is very much enraged with some of the students, mainly due to the fact that several of the students did not submit the assignment in time. And just as every normal person, the lecturer has the rights to be angry- and to show it to us. One thing leads to another, and the things that the students did (or didn’t do) just boil the lecturer’s fury even more. There’s only so much more that I want to say here but I guess it’s not going to make me feel better this time around. What bothers me was this- as a matured person, how should we express our displeasure to others? Should we say it loud and clear? Should we nag and list all the things we are not satisfied of? Should we give sarcastic comments? Or should we say nothing at all, bury ourselves under the pillow and scream to the top of our lungs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Or should we just do as we please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-7974436674670815998?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7974436674670815998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=7974436674670815998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7974436674670815998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7974436674670815998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2011/04/thing-or-two.html' title='A thing or two'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-8194606574640106831</id><published>2011-02-25T11:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T01:15:58.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green + orange weren't so strange...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another dose of inspiration I found while browsing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://somewheresplendid.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 367px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://somewheresplendid.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/a_05.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 405px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://somewheresplendid.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/a_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 405px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonderfully baked, styled and photographed by &lt;a href="http://www.sugarandspice.me/"&gt;Sugar and Spice Specialty Desserts&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.botanicafloraldesigns.com/"&gt;Botanica Floral Designs&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.tinywater.com/"&gt;Tinywater Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pictures &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://somewheresplendid.com/2011/01/10/party-inspo-cute-as-a-button-party-from-tinywater-photography/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I who thought that green and orange were an overwhelming combination!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now can somebody please get me a 36-colour staedtler luna pencils? I need to start taking notes on colour-matching fast :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-8194606574640106831?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8194606574640106831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=8194606574640106831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8194606574640106831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8194606574640106831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2011/02/green-orange-wasnt-so-strange.html' title='green + orange weren&apos;t so strange...'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6114197323204849549</id><published>2011-02-14T23:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T01:54:00.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling for the pre-fall collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I came across Mulberry's 2011 pre-fall collection- the first ever from the label- and got carried away by its sophisticated designs! Lovely earthy hues which made me wish that the Malaysian weather could somehow give the go-ahead to the tweeds and the coats.. instant love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SP0kqiZSB04/TVq76mDmViI/AAAAAAAAA3A/tw_Gdw4G-ic/s400/lLFiJ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573974104146859554" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel free to view the compete collection &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/2011PF-MULBERRY?viewall=true"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's a very chic line-up to peruse-  the match-ups are so wonderful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-6114197323204849549?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6114197323204849549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6114197323204849549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6114197323204849549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6114197323204849549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2011/02/falling-for-pre-fall-collection.html' title='falling for the pre-fall collection'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SP0kqiZSB04/TVq76mDmViI/AAAAAAAAA3A/tw_Gdw4G-ic/s72-c/lLFiJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-175115529438956852</id><published>2011-01-29T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:22:37.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping up with the times</title><content type='html'>Alas! One long week of holidays!!&lt;div&gt;If keeping up with daily posts is hard enough for me, trying to do one for a weekly roundup still seems to be just as hard hehs. I realised how infrequent I am of writing here.. and even if I did, they've all shrunken up, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. Life was, well, frankly it was a bit out of place throughout this month. I was (and still am) fitting myself into the bills of this final year of study and boy was it just me or are things in campus really have been sped up way too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even as we entered the fourth week of class, I found it rather exhausting to guzzle them lectures and tutorials and whatnots. I couldn't help but keep seeing birds and stars as I listen to the lectures. Part of the five subjects weren't too bad, but there's this one unit on curriculum studies which I find as tad overwhelming. I can simply doze off at the mention of it! -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which will then bring me back to the land of QUT, where getting into a learning session was something I anticipated and was more than ready to participate in. I wonder where that sort of spirit have gone to. Have I left my enthusiasm there, or have it been sucked in by the dismissive observations I myself created? Or it's really because that curriculum subject IS dry and heavy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gahh. Why am I still thinking of the subjects when I'm supposed to have a seven day break?? &lt;i&gt;NOOOO&lt;/i&gt; (echo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'll get back to being a teacher-trainee next saturday lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, imma free beee! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-175115529438956852?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/175115529438956852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=175115529438956852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/175115529438956852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/175115529438956852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2011/01/keeping-up-with-times_30.html' title='keeping up with the times'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-2205478009566611768</id><published>2010-11-03T23:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:28:02.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It was just one day,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;yet you couldn't remember it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know this may sound silly to you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I did wait. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was not because of your inaction that made me feel wretched,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it's having the thought that for once, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I might not be someone exclusive enough to stay in your mind after all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;after all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;:(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;astagfirullahalazim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-2205478009566611768?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2205478009566611768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=2205478009566611768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2205478009566611768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2205478009566611768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-was-just-one-day-yet-you-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-2458023522527541956</id><published>2010-10-16T19:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:06:24.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of losing and letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TLmW0DNpzBI/AAAAAAAAA2o/4dd_DjWvnVc/s1600/islamic-quotes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TLmW0DNpzBI/AAAAAAAAA2o/4dd_DjWvnVc/s400/islamic-quotes.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528615838533930002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...which applies so well to my situation at the moment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the past few weeks, I've been receiving grieving news about the loss of a mother, of a brother, and of a close family member of my friends. Among the first few words that came up from my mouth upon knowing it was 'Innalillah". Knowing about the loss of someone close to us is always weird. almost.. indescribable. More so when we expected it the least, when it happened out of a sudden. I truly feel sorry whenever I'm informed of one, and it trembles me thinking of how I would feel if I am in that position- to be told that someone so close to my heart but so far across the miles has left me. I don't know if I'd be able to gather that much strength knowing that I'm never going to see that face again, even so for the very last time before the land of the grave fills him/her in. It feels powerless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I lost my grandparents way back when I was still a small kid, I don't have that much of memories about them. Among the few recollection I have about Atuk and Opah are the scenes of the day they passed away. I know well that during those times, I didn't have much empathy of the whole situation. I remember asking my mum and my cousins why everyone looked somber while watching our grandpa sleep. I was too young to understand it I guess. It's sad to admit, really, that these are the only things that pop into my mind every time questions about my grandparents are asked. However, as I reflect to the whole family loss news recently, I can't help but thinking; would I not want to be witnessing the whole situation when it comes?. It's painful to keep coming back to the memories of their last breath, their last kalimah, their funerals..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet again, would I rather not see it all so that I don't have to bear the ache of reminiscing those moments? My father was in the latter position when grandpa passed away. Like me, dad was miles away completing his studies when it happened. It has never crossed my mind to ask dad how he was coping with it when he heard of the news only through the phone. Ayah was, and still is a very strong man after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that it is not in my hands to choose which way I want it to be when it comes the time for me to let my loved ones go. It will never be, it will come sooner or later in life, whichever way as Allah pleases it to be. It makes our lives mysterious, so that we will always be cautious of how we lead our lives while He lends it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Lord, bestow on my loved ones Your mercy. Grant them a healthy life, now, and the hereafter. Amin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-2458023522527541956?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2458023522527541956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=2458023522527541956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2458023522527541956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2458023522527541956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='of losing and letting go'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TLmW0DNpzBI/AAAAAAAAA2o/4dd_DjWvnVc/s72-c/islamic-quotes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-7355749551343204390</id><published>2010-09-28T01:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T03:10:15.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and there</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum and good morning!&lt;div&gt;Now haven't I been gone for so long already :) I hope it's not too late to wish you a very happy Eid Mubarak! May Allah accept our prayers, and that His blessings remain on us, InsyaAllah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this year's Eid is the last one in Brisbane, I've tried cherishing it the best I could, with the presence of close friends and colleagues. Though I'd have to say that last year's was a bit more happening (compared to my four-hour class on the first Syawal this year..) but then I'm happy that I finally got to perform my Eid prayer with the mass at St. Lucia field! Apparently, I missed for Aildilfitri last year and then I was already in Atherton for fruitpicking come Aidiladha. I've been looking forward for the mass prayer like since last year so pardon me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These few weeks have also been filled with constant observations, thoughts and reflections. As little as I knew about my religion, I knew enough to know that there was no other force in the world that could stop me from submitting to my Lord. I have been blessed to have lived up strong and healthy up until today, when on the other part of the world someone my age had just lost her beloved. I've learned that for every moment of my life, I should never feel unsatisfied or burdened by the challenges He put upon me. And that I should always remember Him whenever I feel sad or lonely, because the fact is that He has given me wonderful friends here who will always be with me and brace me up as long as I keep believing in them. Aahhh why so teary :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulillah things are going well so far. I'm currently in my mid semester break (which will only last for a week..) but it should be good enough just to have some days out with the girls. Last week has been hectic just as much as it has been fun. I had a group presentation with Shiha, Aisyah and Jemi last Thursday, followed by a microteaching session with Shiha on Friday. I believed it all went well, let's just hope we'll get good grades too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jiji, Shiha and I then booked ourselves seats for 'Despicable Me' at Southbank during the weekends, and boy that movie was just the perfect fit after a striving week of presentation preps! I reckon that everyone have already watched it (I'm always behind in movie updates afterall) so if you haven't already, where on earth have you been? ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have assignments waiting for me patiently to get back to them, and so I should sooner or later... wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-7355749551343204390?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7355749551343204390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=7355749551343204390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7355749551343204390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7355749551343204390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-and-there.html' title='Here and there'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-1833758132368298233</id><published>2010-08-29T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:36:36.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;when the only thing you want right now is a moment of peace,&lt;/div&gt;but &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; even seemed so far-fetched.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;sigh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-1833758132368298233?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1833758132368298233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=1833758132368298233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1833758132368298233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1833758132368298233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-only-thing-you-want-right-now-is.html' title=''/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-8002012443283167195</id><published>2010-08-23T19:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T07:01:01.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Things First</title><content type='html'>Salam and good evening..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, if you're reading this that means you've been invited to read this humble blog of mine. This might not be a big deal to some of you (as I have not been updating much anyway) but in one way or another, I guess this would be my best taken decision for the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially something went wrong with the blog's html coding, therefore I chose to set it to private so that it doesn't bother me much into thinking what &lt;a href="http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/"&gt;in:sights:out&lt;/a&gt; will look on other people's screen (at times, I'm &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; conscious. haha). But the course of life seems to be a tad more challenging a little while back, so that was why I opted for a longer stay in this privacy mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody loves some sort of private conversations once in a while, and some sort of external monological ramblings from time to time. I feel safer knowing that what I wrote here will only be read by people who know me enough to understand me beyond the words I inscribed. So thank you for that, and please, don't feel obliged to leave comments in my posts. I'm already happy to have your ears (or this case, eyes ;)). I am happy enough to know that somebody's listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have plans on setting up the blog to private permanently, since some of you will have trouble getting through (&lt;i&gt;yes you, Mum!&lt;/i&gt; hehehe) so yeah, it'll be back to normal anytime soon. But until that time comes, I'm gonna enjoy this period of self-reflection and count the blessings of having families, friends and other things that constantly make me happy than the minor ones who make me bitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody's perfect. No matter how big the offence is, everybody deserves a second chance. I've been telling myself this all the time and InsyaAllah, one day I'll live up to this saying and be as forgiving as I want others to be towards me. InsyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-8002012443283167195?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8002012443283167195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=8002012443283167195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8002012443283167195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8002012443283167195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-things-first.html' title='First Things First'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-4153655812843079652</id><published>2010-08-14T06:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:34:17.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after a thorough sorting out and reflecting,</title><content type='html'>I'm still going to stick to what I believe in; &lt;div&gt;I am not going to divulge how I felt for your words and actions, regardless of how hurtful those were to me. As much as I hate to know that such deed (or the lack of it) came from someone who have known me for so long to understand me well enough, I'm not going to storm back at you cause I know how you'd feel if you're being treated the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to someone like you, I grew up and I stopped letting people push me all the time. What I did and said today, yesterday, a week ago will be with me in the future, for however long or short that is. I learned that I can't always be happy. I accepted reality. More than that I've come to my senses that when I keep on complaining about other people's flaws, it will turn me into something bitter. And I don't want that. That's when I come to realize that fighting off someone like you won't do; it's just not worth the time, and not worth the other million interesting things I know I'm capable of doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't take ages for me to be mature enough to know that I don't have to be just like you and go around making people feel bad about themselves. Time and again, I'm glad I'm not in such way, at least I don't have to be plagued by having to eat what I've said down the road. Now that's an eternal win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just you watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-4153655812843079652?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4153655812843079652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=4153655812843079652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4153655812843079652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4153655812843079652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-thorough-sorting-out-and.html' title='after a thorough sorting out and reflecting,'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-7496539874686607021</id><published>2010-08-13T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:32:33.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TGSoKPxFixI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/f9DxuHN81ZY/s1600/bcfnr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TGSoKPxFixI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/f9DxuHN81ZY/s400/bcfnr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504709538538162962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-7496539874686607021?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7496539874686607021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=7496539874686607021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7496539874686607021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7496539874686607021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-you_13.html' title=''/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TGSoKPxFixI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/f9DxuHN81ZY/s72-c/bcfnr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-1423034900970603797</id><published>2010-08-13T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:10:52.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TGSl0mTBBtI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/xq2XKPFJqxA/s1600/bcfnr.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sometimes when things happen (for a reason), i'll make myself believe that these are the lessons well learned so that i won't repeat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess if some people can stay true to themselves, what they are and what they believe in, they wouldn't do things that sink others into deep vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smart has the plans, stupid has the stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-1423034900970603797?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1423034900970603797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=1423034900970603797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1423034900970603797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1423034900970603797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-you.html' title=''/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6089753478201214907</id><published>2010-08-05T19:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:00:22.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing up the MFest</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to say that the Malaysian Fest we organised yesterday was a success! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The event was from 11am until 2, but we had started setting things up at around 9 in the morning. Basically there were four sections of the whole event; Performances, Exhibition, Games and Food. For performances, we had Malay dances, a Dikir Puteri performance, and Silat (a Malay martial arts).. some of the juniors even took part in a Malay 'mock wedding', and they made all those &lt;i&gt;bunga manggar&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;hantaran&lt;/i&gt; (which reminds me so much of the mock wedding my primary school once had when I was eight years old!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there were info displays about Malaysia at the Exhibition booth - Malaysian history, achievements, costumes, festivals etc. We also had &lt;i&gt;batiks&lt;/i&gt;, tees and a couple of other merchandise up for sale there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Games booth, boy aren't they awesome! They displayed some of the traditional games we usually play back home, like &lt;i&gt;Congkak, Sepak Raga, Batu Seremban, Galah Panjang&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Gasing&lt;/i&gt;. I didn't get to come to the booth during the three hours, but I heard my friends there had fun teaching Australians and students from other countries on how to play the games.. especially the &lt;i&gt;Gasing&lt;/i&gt; (tricky as it gets!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My housemates and I were handling the Food booth together with some of our teammates. Among the meals on the menu were &lt;i&gt;Nasi Lemak, Curry Noodles, Lontong, Curry puffs&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Corn Congee&lt;/i&gt;.  People were flooding the counter right from the start that even Kim (the Student Guild officer) came in to give a hand. I reckon it was because we were selling it during lunchtime, hence the crowd. &lt;i&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/i&gt; everything sold out hehe. I initially had some fears of having packs of food left untouched at the end of the day since we doubled up the quantities we're selling compared to the Harmony Day we had previously, but after the currypuffs went out of stock only half an hour past eleven, I was deeply convinced. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad none of us got the chance to watch the performances which was at noon due to that :( We could only hear the traditional songs that they played (the stage was just around the corner!) how tempting apakan daya haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were some hiccups here and there, I guess that's just normal, what more it was our first time organising an event of our own and on our own.  But on the whole we managed to pull it through.. the team effort worked wonders! :D At one point I really hoped that my seniors from Cohort 4 are still here then it would certainly be massive :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to thank everyone who have worked hard for the event, may it be before or on the day itself.. I guess I must've had exploded at some point I'm truly sorry if that bothers you. At the end of the day it all comes down to feeling relieved and grateful that He granted my prayers for everything to go as planned, &lt;i&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/i&gt;. I didn't get to snap much photos, only some taken during the setup.. InsyaAllah I'll ask from my fellow friends and post it here. Fingers crossed that they'd have at least some pictures of me -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if there &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt;, it must've been candids (in which, looking through my previous experiences, I am never good at.. ha.ha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-6089753478201214907?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6089753478201214907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6089753478201214907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6089753478201214907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6089753478201214907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/08/summing-up-mfest.html' title='Summing up the MFest'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-8121024913912543772</id><published>2010-08-02T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:07:59.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a busy day today.. It has been a row of busy days for the past week anyway.&lt;div&gt;We're having the Malaysian Fest at our uni day after tomorrow, I'm all excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm in need of a proper rest right now but it doesn't seem that any attempts of putting my mind to sleep is working. Perhaps the effect of the tea I had just now is kicking in? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need some lullabies to rest my head down abit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-8121024913912543772?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8121024913912543772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=8121024913912543772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8121024913912543772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8121024913912543772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-was-busy-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6617945554594440717</id><published>2010-07-14T13:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T14:47:02.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne snapshots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1QguQTIXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/WAXX8U3og4Q/s1600/DSC_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1QguQTIXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/WAXX8U3og4Q/s400/DSC_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493635643564302706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are the photos we took while in Melbourne.. It was my second visit to the culturally diversed city, and this time I took the longer stretch by staying at Malaysia Hall. Most of the days were spent around the city area, but we did manage to go to Ballarat (the picture above) which was about an hour drive from where we were staying. I was hoping that I could visit the Great Ocean Road.. unfortunately for us the weather (and the long hours of driving) forced us to reconsider going there. Nonetheless, I had fun with my girls. Though there may not be a possibility of going back to Melbourne anytime soon, I'd really love to do so given another chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1QgVMlBPI/AAAAAAAAA1c/G52Gioeoaas/s1600/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1QgVMlBPI/AAAAAAAAA1c/G52Gioeoaas/s400/DSC_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493635636837811442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while waiting for the tram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1QfyK-VTI/AAAAAAAAA1U/S1qL3IKjTDs/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1QfyK-VTI/AAAAAAAAA1U/S1qL3IKjTDs/s400/DSC_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493635627435840818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came across this stall in Queen Victoria Market where there was this man (up there) who showed us his amazing craftsmanship for impasto paintings. I love every single piece he has for sale, especially the beach panorama one (below). He was selling it for 150aud (about RM450) and I personally think it's a reasonable price for an impasto art (cause they require a large amount of paint) what more for a large one like this. But it's a bit unpractical for me to buy it (not enough money, nowhere to hang it anyway) so yeah, I had to give it a pass. Had I own a house I would really happy to have his art pieces in my house pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1QfpVwE4I/AAAAAAAAA1M/DshH9ErgtPM/s1600/DSC_0006+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1QfpVwE4I/AAAAAAAAA1M/DshH9ErgtPM/s400/DSC_0006+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493635625065124738" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1N9hlC8TI/AAAAAAAAA1E/0ir3WejpXyc/s1600/DSC_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1N9hlC8TI/AAAAAAAAA1E/0ir3WejpXyc/s400/DSC_0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493632839842984242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lovely licorice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1N9QofNgI/AAAAAAAAA08/AkeVKI5db04/s1600/DSC_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1N9QofNgI/AAAAAAAAA08/AkeVKI5db04/s400/DSC_0155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493632835294017026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inside the City Circle Tram (it's like Brisbane's city loop bus;&lt;br /&gt;it goes round the city free of charge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1N9AH4ivI/AAAAAAAAA00/Yxavr0WgGEE/s1600/DSC_0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1N9AH4ivI/AAAAAAAAA00/Yxavr0WgGEE/s400/DSC_0174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493632830862297842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in front of Flinders Street Railway Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1ZcknZr6I/AAAAAAAAA10/Wtx9tU65njI/s1600/DSC_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1ZcknZr6I/AAAAAAAAA10/Wtx9tU65njI/s400/DSC_0207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493645467862020002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inside the Melbourne city Visitor Centre. They have like three of four of this information centres around the city. I'm amazed with how wholesome the place was - they hold like a section especially for general inquiries, a section to make reservations/booking of private tours, complete wall-to-wall shelves decked with brochures and they also have a souvenir shop all in one place.&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/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1N8faBdSI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Mjb4iGI2gmY/s1600/DSC_0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TD1N8faBdSI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Mjb4iGI2gmY/s400/DSC_0330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493632822080009506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Royal Exhibition Building, which instantly became my favourite spot of the city :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it- there goes my 2010 winter trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/36716020-6617945554594440717?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6617945554594440717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6617945554594440717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6617945554594440717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6617945554594440717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/07/melbourne-snapshots.html' title='Melbourne 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type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/07/major-room-cleanup-starts-now.html' title=''/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-1201877677104992310</id><published>2010-07-05T14:11:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:05:34.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter vacation snapshots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And so I've decided that I needed to get my vacation pictures sorted once and for all. Dad has since been asking why I haven't uploaded any for him &amp;amp; Mum to see. I hope I didn't make him think that sorting photos is one hard thing to do (cause I took forever...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth be told, I'm just so happy of taking my own sweet time (which have turned to be so slowed down, if not paused) heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some of the photos taken during my trip to three Australian cities namely Adelaide, Hobart &amp;amp; Melbourne (I'm yet to upload the Melbourne set). By comparison, all of these places are wayy colder than Brisbane. Hobart was the coldest amongst them and there was this one time when we were driving up to Mount Wellington, snow started falling on our car! Yeah everyone was ecstatic - I guess it was our luck that we drove up that very day. The road must've been closed to traffic the day after, as snowfall continued to pour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scroll through to see the pictures at the end! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGHTznrxQI/AAAAAAAAAyk/kM3UkRd0XKA/s400/DSC_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490318195085264130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;At a town called Glenelg, near Adelaide city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGHTavq-gI/AAAAAAAAAyc/xBjK1_oTP-U/s400/DSC_0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490318188407880194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGHUIvl3jI/AAAAAAAAAys/cZ6ClHW0uSc/s400/DSC_0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490318200755576370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;The pizza at Felfella was just humongous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGKNbn--xI/AAAAAAAAA0c/TvXEcGKAXQQ/s400/DSC_0013+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490321384099740434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;We also went crabbing (unfortunately, went home empty-handed). But it was a very good experience! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGKM_i1cOI/AAAAAAAAA0U/twXmOtQKaSE/s1600/DSC_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGKM_i1cOI/AAAAAAAAA0U/twXmOtQKaSE/s400/DSC_0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490321376561950946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGKMhkyC9I/AAAAAAAAA0M/UhDplcVcKIk/s1600/DSC_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGKMhkyC9I/AAAAAAAAA0M/UhDplcVcKIk/s400/DSC_0017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490321368517053394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Similar to Melbourne, Adelaide offers many beautiful buildings and parks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGKMYnefOI/AAAAAAAAA0E/2SxeMtzfWbY/s1600/DSC_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGKMYnefOI/AAAAAAAAA0E/2SxeMtzfWbY/s400/DSC_0020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490321366112435426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside the State Library, which I reckon have the Harry Potter-feel in it :)   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGKMPo-xMI/AAAAAAAAAz8/1gUDdq9Ot7w/s1600/DSC_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGKMPo-xMI/AAAAAAAAAz8/1gUDdq9Ot7w/s400/DSC_0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490321363702826178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahndorf, more commonly called the German Village&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGJAuZwiKI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5O6fY2R7--U/s1600/DSC_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGJAuZwiKI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5O6fY2R7--U/s400/DSC_0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490320066290419874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Adelaide Airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGJAdmcdvI/AAAAAAAAAzs/dfYeVKPETMQ/s1600/DSC_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGJAdmcdvI/AAAAAAAAAzs/dfYeVKPETMQ/s400/DSC_0037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490320061780227826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our morning flight to Hobart was delayed for three hours..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGI_xUaMxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/oUCt3vHlKb8/s1600/DSC_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGI_xUaMxI/AAAAAAAAAzk/oUCt3vHlKb8/s400/DSC_0040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490320049893421842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first place we visited in Hobart. This one's in Richmond, a historic village up north.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGI_oL7FNI/AAAAAAAAAzc/WgPKbo9MBjo/s1600/DSC_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGI_oL7FNI/AAAAAAAAAzc/WgPKbo9MBjo/s400/DSC_0043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490320047441908946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGI_eIdpgI/AAAAAAAAAzU/i2V5qtsm81A/s1600/DSC_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGI_eIdpgI/AAAAAAAAAzU/i2V5qtsm81A/s400/DSC_0045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490320044743042562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Port Arthur. We had to pay a fee to get in, but the place was just breathtaking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Worth my every penny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGImgeZ8pI/AAAAAAAAAzM/7V8WlyD-26w/s1600/DSC_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGImgeZ8pI/AAAAAAAAAzM/7V8WlyD-26w/s400/DSC_0049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490319615875216018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGImeDGK0I/AAAAAAAAAzE/3EfFw4tf3lU/s1600/DSC_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGImeDGK0I/AAAAAAAAAzE/3EfFw4tf3lU/s400/DSC_0055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490319615223802690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During one of the nights in Hobart, we had dinner at a local seafood restaurant called Mures. coincidentally, the restaurant was organizing a prawn-peeling competition &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(yes, it's a competition where you peel the prawn skin off and who got the most prawns peeled within a minute wins!) Being a good sport like we always do (&lt;i&gt;duhh&lt;/i&gt;), we jumped straight at the opportunity. The best part of it all would be that we got to take home all the prawns we peeled! :D That's us listening to instructions given by the host. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGImABfVvI/AAAAAAAAAy8/LtQQFg0CYz4/s1600/DSC_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGImABfVvI/AAAAAAAAAy8/LtQQFg0CYz4/s400/DSC_0060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490319607163999986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then it was the boys' round &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGIlndiq4I/AAAAAAAAAy0/32gdFiUuBfc/s1600/DSC_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGIlndiq4I/AAAAAAAAAy0/32gdFiUuBfc/s400/DSC_0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490319600570772354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;snowfall on top of Mt. Wellington&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Off for today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-1201877677104992310?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1201877677104992310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=1201877677104992310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1201877677104992310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1201877677104992310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/07/winter-vacation-snapshots.html' title='Winter vacation snapshots'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/TDGHTznrxQI/AAAAAAAAAyk/kM3UkRd0XKA/s72-c/DSC_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-8962374129800065630</id><published>2010-06-17T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:26:19.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The winter break seems to be treating me well so far.. 'winter' doesn't seem to  be justified well when you're in Brissyland cause urmm, it's literally not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; cold here. I admit to complaining how chilly and windy some of the days were- but to compare with the other cities around the country I went to recently, my place is wayyy warmer. It has been days since I got back from my trip with friends- shall rant about my trip next time as I still have a couple of things need to be done before Mimie gets home. (btw Mimie's here on a surprise visit! :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-8962374129800065630?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8962374129800065630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=8962374129800065630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8962374129800065630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8962374129800065630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/06/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-2836745266724984098</id><published>2010-05-18T06:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T06:22:18.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Couldn't even sleep last night because it was so cold- too cold it's just ridiculous to consider that we're only half-autumn through. I don't recall having nights as chilly as this back in CLV, but there was such frenzy on the radio a few days back claiming that this year's autumn in Brissy has been way colder than last year's. What more the room I'm in now is made from total wood with twelve glass window panels. (Did I say twelve? well yes twelve +__+)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should.better.be.prepared.before.my.feet.scream.in.terror.while.i.frantically.search.for.the.heater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-2836745266724984098?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2836745266724984098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=2836745266724984098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2836745266724984098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2836745266724984098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/05/couldnt-even-sleep-last-night-because.html' title=''/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6720612379785758616</id><published>2010-05-13T14:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T18:35:30.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>autumn project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S-vOBKQJznI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/_oK3KhaOILs/s1600/DSC_0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S-vOBKQJznI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/_oK3KhaOILs/s400/DSC_0189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470692691698896498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I mentioned about the wall art in my post &lt;a href="http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/05/fostering-creative-spirit.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I thought I should get it underway sooner or later. I finally managed to squeeze some time out in-between the assignment mode to make the flower petals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was inspired by the original version done by Tali Buchler from &lt;a href="http://www.growingupcreative.com/2009/10/eco-kids-craft.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Growing Up Creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She used toilet paper rolls which I substituted with red coloured papers from Lincraft. Other materials include glue to stick the petals together and a recycled cardboard as a base for word 'inspire'. While Tali uses nails to hang the elements on the wall, I opted for Blu-Tack instead - I'd say that it's the best choice for anything temporary (especially in a rented residence). The papers and the adhesives cost me about three dollars - such an affordable installation hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little bit of imagination, and you're done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S-vUOh7SMdI/AAAAAAAAAyM/xnyuSmCgiII/s1600/DSC_0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S-vUOh7SMdI/AAAAAAAAAyM/xnyuSmCgiII/s400/DSC_0198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470699518461882834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;close-up of the end product&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S-vUOz7H0YI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ARaTDBDly5s/s1600/DSC_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S-vUOz7H0YI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ARaTDBDly5s/s400/DSC_0200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470699523293041026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I hope it serves its righteous purpose while it's still there- to inspire :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*by which should also include inspiring me to finish my write-ups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-6720612379785758616?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6720612379785758616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6720612379785758616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6720612379785758616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6720612379785758616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/05/autumn-project.html' title='autumn project'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S-vOBKQJznI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/_oK3KhaOILs/s72-c/DSC_0189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-393951517795374354</id><published>2010-05-08T20:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T11:23:12.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>If I am at my home back in Kangar right now, Sundays such as this will usually start with a trip to the &lt;i&gt;Nat&lt;/i&gt; (the Perlis' version of pasar tani). There's always something about the &lt;i&gt;Nat&lt;/i&gt; that I'm so fond of- the gourmet, the veggies, the morning kuehs... but one of the most influential reasons about going to the &lt;i&gt;Nat&lt;/i&gt; that managed to pull me out of bed is, that I can be the only one who'll follow my parents there. Aina is (obviously) not a fan of the pasar tani, and it's not that the place sells anything that I can buy and parade in front my sis with the i-just-got-this-and-don't-be-jealous face either, heheh. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(No, going to the market, in any sense possible, should NOT be concluded with me being a good cook.)&lt;/span&gt;  yikes  -_-"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just that, having some time to spend with mum and dad always make me feel content. and blessed. Throughout my twenty two years of living, I've lost a number of dearly loved ones, including both of my grandmothers, grandfathers, Opah Neh who used to teach me to recite the holy verses, and then my dearly missed Opah Cik who used to babysit me in my wee years :'( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm always grateful that He lets me keep Mak and Ayah up to this day. We're not rich people, we don't live in big bungalows, and we don't take flights to get back home from IPBA. And every once in a while, I'll compare myself with some of my friends who can do the things I wanted to, then secretly put on a wishful thinking of just how good it would feel to be in their shoes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there will always be my mum replying, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"So you should always remember, that somewhere out there, is always someone else too, hoping that she can be in your shoes." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She'll always say it in such a placid manner, with so much truths in that sentence that it somehow stopped my campaigns of getting that whatever-the-thing-is that I'm so keen on talking her through earlier. Mum always reminds me to be thankful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how many times we have done the very same thing in life. Instead of appreciating everything in life for what it is, we try to squander a part of it and hope for the finer. All too often, later never comes and we end up empty-handed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living across the miles from home for more than a year now, one can only imagine how I miss my Sundays with them. It's at these times that He reminds me to dwell on blessings. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum is one of the very beautiful creations in life that I have been blessed with, and for this, I am truly thankful. &lt;i&gt;Alhamdulillah. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Mother's Day, Mak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-393951517795374354?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/393951517795374354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=393951517795374354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/393951517795374354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/393951517795374354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/05/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-3389711150013714002</id><published>2010-05-01T16:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:03:47.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fostering a creative spirit</title><content type='html'>I'm not an early bird; and for me, guilt-free Saturday mornings sleeping in never ever seem to get old. Coming into Shiha's room which she had just gave a new feel from her yesterday's successful catch- a new quilt cover- just screamed out for breezy autumn/winter. And with Jiji being a constant tidy natty, the vibes from their rooms are just so fresh it had made me feel so intimidated with mine T_T&lt;div&gt;After all, I've been such a lazybum to make up my room by which I've made plausible excuses to, as long as I'm yet to submit my last row of the bundling assignments. I'm just prone to getting carried away with the 'spring-clean' gear and will usually end up washing my weekends away with doing nothing but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;! Sigh. But then weekends are so dry without craft projects...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is why I have vowed; that in order to try this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9wcY5VaCqI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Q8k58tblxLI/s1600/wall-art_eco-kids-craft04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9wcY5VaCqI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Q8k58tblxLI/s400/wall-art_eco-kids-craft04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466275261753985698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to work up some productive ways to get THESE done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EDB352 Classroom Based Research&lt;br /&gt;MDB349 Excursions in Mathematical Reasoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell yeah! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(echo...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a different note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somebody please get me this for Mother's Day. haha *batting eyelashes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9wcYVJQJ9I/AAAAAAAAAww/63OZbRWP_Zs/s1600/scandinavian_needlecraft_claire_youngs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9wcYVJQJ9I/AAAAAAAAAww/63OZbRWP_Zs/s400/scandinavian_needlecraft_claire_youngs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466275252039329746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9wacCFPt7I/AAAAAAAAAwo/JrEaQ8hWYtA/s1600/cottage_miniature_woodtown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9wacCFPt7I/AAAAAAAAAwo/JrEaQ8hWYtA/s400/cottage_miniature_woodtown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466273116618471346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9we_zvC4mI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Djvlap7hKjI/s1600/hello_by_joanna_rutter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9we_zvC4mI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Djvlap7hKjI/s400/hello_by_joanna_rutter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466278129289060962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;adorable with a capital A!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-3389711150013714002?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3389711150013714002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=3389711150013714002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3389711150013714002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3389711150013714002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/05/fostering-creative-spirit.html' title='fostering a creative spirit'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9wcY5VaCqI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Q8k58tblxLI/s72-c/wall-art_eco-kids-craft04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-1563700222374213677</id><published>2010-04-27T09:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:01:26.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Experience</title><content type='html'>These are some of the pictures I took while I was in Ironside State School few weeks ago. I was assigned to a class of 24 little energetic preppies, and the task was to observe certain aspects of classroom interactions and the way learning sessions are done in local schools. It was such a tough time completing the assignment :S (particularly because it was Erika's unit) but the experience was indeed worthwhile :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9Y90NIeXAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/-lpZjb6gx6M/s400/DSC_041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464623164948372482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9Y90ar_CJI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Y-TY3xZTI3g/s1600/DSC_042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9Y90ar_CJI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Y-TY3xZTI3g/s400/DSC_042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464623168586975378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9Y90_PscAI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xqG8T1lbBeM/s1600/DSC_043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9Y90_PscAI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xqG8T1lbBeM/s400/DSC_043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464623178400428034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Among the activities they're engaged in during the rotation learning session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These young kids also have a Phonological Awareness class to help them familiarise themselves with sounds etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9ZDknXxDvI/AAAAAAAAAwI/JSvTD0DjAqY/s1600/DSC_045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9ZDknXxDvI/AAAAAAAAAwI/JSvTD0DjAqY/s400/DSC_045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464629494183694066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9ZDlbR_npI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/pnncG4hU9eo/s1600/DSC_046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9ZDlbR_npI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/pnncG4hU9eo/s400/DSC_046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464629508118126226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this was taken during the easter show at the school. It's like a performance- in a form of socio-dramatic play- where the kids listen and take part in the tale of 'Bazzle and Grumble'. I was told by my class teacher that the performance was one of the ways they use to expose students to the idea of realistic and pretend-play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teachers kept the kids occupied by watching a movie during what was supposed to be Outdoor Play session (because it was raining on that day). I'm just amazed with the resources and all the techno-savvy things they have inside a class of five year-olds :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9ZDli3VVcI/AAAAAAAAAwY/cDf5Pb2VtOg/s1600/DSC_047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9ZDli3VVcI/AAAAAAAAAwY/cDf5Pb2VtOg/s400/DSC_047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464629510153786818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9ZEv0BEQ5I/AAAAAAAAAwg/4iIjiM2MaxY/s1600/DSC_057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9ZEv0BEQ5I/AAAAAAAAAwg/4iIjiM2MaxY/s400/DSC_057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464630786068333458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's us hehe. Till we meet again little preppies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9ZDli3VVcI/AAAAAAAAAwY/cDf5Pb2VtOg/s1600/DSC_047.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/36716020-1563700222374213677?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1563700222374213677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=1563700222374213677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1563700222374213677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1563700222374213677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/04/field-experience.html' title='Field Experience'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S9Y90NIeXAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/-lpZjb6gx6M/s72-c/DSC_041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-4024430591265691242</id><published>2010-04-27T05:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T05:53:39.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>Another bright sunny day at the outskirts of Brisbane city..&lt;div&gt;If only I can wake up to this every day, without having to worry about all those assignments =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hey on the second thought, I wouldn't even be here if not to be completing the course (which for some inevitable reasons, include the assignments) heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok pagi2 dah haywire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had finished my field experience to Ironside State School last week, and I think I'm starting to miss the preppies. Scratch the part where I had to wake up early to attend the school on Mondays - THAT I don't miss. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are already hordes of pictures in my camera waiting for their turns to meet the virtual world, the only constraint that they have (apart from me being a slowmo to transfer them) is that my very loyal Acer seems to be working just as at the same pace as its owner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;What a random post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-4024430591265691242?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4024430591265691242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=4024430591265691242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4024430591265691242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4024430591265691242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/04/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-2097968127828212990</id><published>2010-04-11T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:34:17.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Reading back to my last post, well it's a good thing that that kind of feelings didn't stay long. I think I was mentally exhausted with every little errors I did that I actually felt pissed at myself. This semester's assessments have been pretty demanding, and I was just as frustrated when my laptop was not functioning well (the night before I was supposed to submit my Maths assignment!) =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all is well now, Alhamdulillah things do get better hehehe. Gone are the days of a long weekend of Easter break, and class will be starting again next week. I envy my fellow comrades from other Unis who are still having their two weeks off hmm hmm but one week is still better than no break at all. Miraculously, there will be no EDB010 class on Monday so yess no readings! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still have three assignments which are to be handed a week after another. Now doesn't the scrapbook set I bought the other day look inviting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-2097968127828212990?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2097968127828212990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=2097968127828212990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2097968127828212990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2097968127828212990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-off.html' title='Week off'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-3511032262419332793</id><published>2010-04-01T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:07:48.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i woke up on the wrong side of the bed yesterday. things just went wrong and i got so easily annoyed with everything .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this feeling :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-3511032262419332793?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3511032262419332793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=3511032262419332793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3511032262419332793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3511032262419332793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think-i-woke-up-on-wrong-side-of-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-4692652092841328248</id><published>2010-03-09T04:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T06:17:59.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Expectations</title><content type='html'>I was overjoyed about the my first field experience to Ironside School yesterday that I thought of writing it here right away the moment I get home. But bundled with other few reasons which needed to be done before I get busier come Thursday, I decided to finish off my to-do list instead - and that had left me flat tired last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to what seemed to be the end of my day, I had a meeting with some friends for an occasion that we are taking part in next week. While one of our friend was speaking, a point he made that struck me is that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; when we put high expectations on some people, it'd be easier for us to feel  disappointed&lt;/span&gt; when they let us down. I have heard this refrain many times and I'm no stranger defending myself from it; saying that as long as we do it sincerely then there should not be a way of feeling regretful of what we did, regardless of who we do it for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, sometimes life gets in the way and we slack a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I assumed that nowadays, whenever I feel disappointed towards something which I had high hopes for, I tend to send myself into vowing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Never to rely on&lt;/span&gt; {insert name} &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again'&lt;/span&gt;. Eventually, those vows never really took place. Face it: 'never again' is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;far too strong&lt;/span&gt; to use on people whom existence doesn't really stir you, no? (unless those who really really turned your life upside down la kan)&lt;br /&gt;As much as some people (might) still need me even after I let them down, I too still need these mortals, regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call one a hypocrite if she still braves up to put a smile and gives an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's okay"&lt;/span&gt; reply to you even after you refused to lend a hand to her when she needs you the most.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be going back home sobbing proudly if I can ever muster that much courage to become one the next time I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I'm old enough to be independent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-4692652092841328248?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4692652092841328248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=4692652092841328248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4692652092841328248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4692652092841328248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-expectations.html' title='Great Expectations'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-684777558008660200</id><published>2010-03-07T08:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:49:21.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field experience tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Monday's going to be my first school observation for this year, which will be at Ironside State School. I'm just as excited as I am nervous of it, I mean, it's not like I haven't been to a local school before - but there's always that kind of feeling you'll feel whenever you step into somewhere new, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was assigned to Bulimba last year but the visits that we'll be having this time are doubled from last year's. And this time around, I will not be in a Grade 4 class anymore - instead I'll be entering a prep class with 24 little learners aged about four to five years old. I don't know which is more nerve-wrecking to you, but for me the answer will definitely be the latter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S5MFYLMCIjI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ne9K2S2EjBo/s1600-h/DSC_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S5MFYLMCIjI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ne9K2S2EjBo/s400/DSC_0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445702287299322418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the kids from Bulimba which I went to last year - they're such darlings :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primary school, we were at our purest and sweetest (or so I thought I was hahahaha) and we were definitely all so energetic and very curious to discover new things. I can't really recall what I was like during my kindergarten years. Mum took Abang and I to follow Ayah who was studying abroad at that time and then I went to Tadika Kemas near my late grandparents' house not long after we came back. But that Tadika Kemas idea didn't last long - I entered Year One when I was six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I'm just amazed that it has been fifteen years since I first had my formal schooling. Now, I'm coming back to that place as a teacher-trainee, no more that little kid who cried during breaktime ;)  Instead of learning about colours using those alphabet-shaped foams I used to admire because they can fit in the letter board like a puzzle (ahah!), it is now the time to learn on observing students' behaviour and managing a class and become a teacher who can bring the best out of these little preppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a whole lot of responsibility to get to grips with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-684777558008660200?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/684777558008660200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=684777558008660200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/684777558008660200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/684777558008660200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/03/field-experience-tomorrow.html' title='Field experience tomorrow'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S5MFYLMCIjI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ne9K2S2EjBo/s72-c/DSC_0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-5092621714387407174</id><published>2010-02-21T07:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:59:53.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last weekend of freedom</title><content type='html'>I still haven't got a clue as to why abang gave me two family-pack boxes of milo cereals before he left brisbane . I think he was trying to ensure that I won't be malnutritioned for the rest of the year (seems to sound too kind, scratch that--- or he just didn't realise he has them until he was packing for home. Either way, he should be blamed cause I can't get my hands off munching the cereals since the time I opened the first box. sheeesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as our program coordinator Jo told us to 'enjoy the last weekend of freedom', it hits me that I'm just a tad too comfy with the life I've led for the past three months. And to think that Erika's class tomorrow morning is the first to start off the semester, and three readings to be completed beforehand... :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, 18th February 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was Shiha's 21st birthday! It has been some time since we last watched a movie so we went for 'Valentine's Day'. The movie sure has the best actors around in it hehe but I think the plot was a bit predictable. A good entry for a romcom flick, but I was more of looking forward to watch the other movies that the trailers were played before the show starts lol&lt;br /&gt;The three of us then went to have pancakes for lunch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S4CFFU3YbUI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/nc9PsYUkIO4/s1600-h/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S4CFFU3YbUI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/nc9PsYUkIO4/s400/DSC_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440494676410395970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 19th February 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much other than the QUT MySA annual general meeting which was held after the Friday prayer. I've said this before and am still going to say it again- it feels really good to have a lot of fellow Malaysians around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, 20th February 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should be marked as the first on-court exercise I had for 2010 hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Most of the seniors and the juniors gathered  for a friendly futsal match at Healthstream Centre. I was about ten minutes late; when I arrived at the spot someone from the junior boys team was already injured. Another junior also had injuries towards the end of the game so that was a bit of a downfall. We had fun nonetheless, &amp;amp; I think it was really thoughtful that the junior girls wore colour-coded tops to ease up team division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S4CEs6780aI/AAAAAAAAAvI/XzzF8DDsu_w/s1600-h/DSC_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S4CEs6780aI/AAAAAAAAAvI/XzzF8DDsu_w/s400/DSC_0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440494257133375906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S4CESp8-pWI/AAAAAAAAAvA/5Uf1finNcP8/s1600-h/DSC_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S4CESp8-pWI/AAAAAAAAAvA/5Uf1finNcP8/s400/DSC_0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440493805897688418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with Becky and Syina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S4CEE9ubVjI/AAAAAAAAAu4/46D-Z5Y7fdM/s1600-h/DSC_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S4CEE9ubVjI/AAAAAAAAAu4/46D-Z5Y7fdM/s400/DSC_0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440493570687194674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's your weekend? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-5092621714387407174?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5092621714387407174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=5092621714387407174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/5092621714387407174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/5092621714387407174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-weekend-of-freedom.html' title='last weekend of freedom'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S4CFFU3YbUI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/nc9PsYUkIO4/s72-c/DSC_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-7857558347990667658</id><published>2010-02-14T19:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:49:00.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekly round-up</title><content type='html'>pheww. what a week! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Of the juniors and our anniversary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally arrived in brissy last wednesday night. All fifty-eight of them came in a coach and a bus- we were stunned by the large crowd! And with the blazers tucked, their luggage coming through.. everything felt like a deja vu to me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3qGDfFDltI/AAAAAAAAAuA/rL0xVvlnCPY/s1600-h/DSC_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3qGDfFDltI/AAAAAAAAAuA/rL0xVvlnCPY/s400/DSC_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438806894443730642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was tad chaotic that night so please pardon the blurry photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, that day was the same date we landed safely in Brisbane,  heyho it has been a year!&lt;br /&gt;apparently we didn't have the time to celebrate it on the day itself. But since Nija planned to have everyone gathered at andi and mahfodz's place to throw a surprise party for Hani's birthday, it was a perfect timing to at least honour our so-far-successful one year abroad. ececeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3qapAn8msI/AAAAAAAAAug/kmrlA5LlUF4/s1600-h/DSC_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3qapAn8msI/AAAAAAAAAug/kmrlA5LlUF4/s400/DSC_0053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438829529336158914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mahfodz with the anniversary cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3qGiIoR8pI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/YHl1ZfHkp6s/s1600-h/DSC_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3qGiIoR8pI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/YHl1ZfHkp6s/s400/DSC_0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438807420993401490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy birthday Hani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3qagfgQg9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/5Z1rac0h-4M/s1600-h/DSC_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3qagfgQg9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/5Z1rac0h-4M/s400/DSC_0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438829383006585810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3qGed1q0II/AAAAAAAAAuI/LE0F0KA65-U/s1600-h/DSC_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3qGed1q0II/AAAAAAAAAuI/LE0F0KA65-U/s400/DSC_0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438807357967224962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;us with some of the juniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday were fully spent on assisting the juniors with their new surrounding. We helped with whatever we could - whats with the new place, the campus tour, their bankcards, signing up for phone plans-  basically anything we could lend our hands on. It felt fresh to me as if we're still new with learning those things; when it was actually 12 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;I think we did a good job despite our limited numbers. I had a good time with my comrades too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Garage Sale &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;(literally) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our new lodging is already equipped with home appliances, some of us came up with the idea of holding up a garage sale  for the juniors yesterday and sell all the things we bought while in CLV. Izzy, Mokhsin and Anaqi joined our unit while Nija teamed up with Andi's house to sell their stuff. I don't think this is something common in Malaysia so I was quiet excited hehe. Most of them are the kitchen appliances, homewares, bedlinens and clothes, which prices were slashed to half its original cost: everything was a bargain! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first the feedback was a bit disappointing as only a few of them showed up in the evening but come nighttime more of the juniors stopped by and cleared about half the things we put on sale :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3qcc_zXkMI/AAAAAAAAAuo/BoTSCI2fgRc/s1600-h/DSC_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3qcc_zXkMI/AAAAAAAAAuo/BoTSCI2fgRc/s400/DSC_0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438831521980453058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came to learn that our juniors are all so loud and high-spirited I'm pretty sure&lt;br /&gt;these girls gonna rock the uni this year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3qhqOfkeLI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JHL1CwSxg9g/s1600-h/DSC_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3qhqOfkeLI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JHL1CwSxg9g/s400/DSC_0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438837246820382898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;note to Ema and Sirah: I've already met Asni here. The next reunion should be&lt;br /&gt;with the two of you! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing is, part of the  purchase was made by the fellow seniors themselves- we got excited with our own things I see. vain tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subsequently, you can skip the part where I said I was 'quiet' excited with the garage sale and change it with 'very' with a capital v. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rasa macam main 'cashier' waktu kecik2 dulu, seronok ok&lt;/span&gt;. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-7857558347990667658?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7857558347990667658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=7857558347990667658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7857558347990667658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7857558347990667658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/02/pheww.html' title='weekly round-up'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3qGDfFDltI/AAAAAAAAAuA/rL0xVvlnCPY/s72-c/DSC_0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-8556244889552085534</id><published>2010-02-08T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:11:27.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The second week of February</title><content type='html'>is already here, which equals to less and less time left before the new semester starts..&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast I wonder if they take flight on supersonic jets. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiji and Ain arrived safely in Brisbane yesterday morning -they were the first to be back among others who went back to Malaysia. We then joined the rest of the gang to Abang Dino's housewarming shortly after Zohor (Abang Dino used to live with some of the QUT boys when we were in CLV). It has been some time since the last gathering I attended which involved other Malaysians so it was pleasing to know there are still a lot of them who didn't take the flight home for summer break ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3ASo8u41LI/AAAAAAAAAtY/-VmPHqlc2s8/s1600-h/DSC_0002+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3ASo8u41LI/AAAAAAAAAtY/-VmPHqlc2s8/s400/DSC_0002+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435865244943045810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3AXBK5RuKI/AAAAAAAAAtw/L4W4zG8vIbE/s1600-h/DSC_0007+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3AXBK5RuKI/AAAAAAAAAtw/L4W4zG8vIbE/s400/DSC_0007+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435870059108087970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3AWdbFN-XI/AAAAAAAAAtg/OHTuZ-2Pfc8/s1600-h/DSC_0011+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3AWdbFN-XI/AAAAAAAAAtg/OHTuZ-2Pfc8/s400/DSC_0011+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435869444977850738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3AXMWwVlcI/AAAAAAAAAt4/rQ8QQoAvM4s/s1600-h/DSC_0017+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3AXMWwVlcI/AAAAAAAAAt4/rQ8QQoAvM4s/s400/DSC_0017+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435870251270378946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abang Dino's new house is very lovely (with a jacuzzi to boot cehh) &amp;amp; much thanks to everyone who prepared the food, Alhamdulillah *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will be spared to make some preparations for our upcoming juniors. Fifty eight of them (double the number of our group members!) are coming this Thursday so might be needing a bit of fixing here and there. We had a cohort meeting with Pavi yesterday morning and another with Ahmad today to finalise things. I don't really know the juniors well, since we weren't from the same college back in Malaysia. One of them was my secondary schoolmate and I think I bumped across some of them during the English Camp in 2008 and but yeah, guess that's just about it. But I'm sure we'll get along well though it'll take some time to remember their names hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-8556244889552085534?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8556244889552085534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=8556244889552085534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8556244889552085534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8556244889552085534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/02/second-week-of-february.html' title='The second week of February'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S3ASo8u41LI/AAAAAAAAAtY/-VmPHqlc2s8/s72-c/DSC_0002+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-3198836852689193325</id><published>2010-02-05T20:46:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:07:16.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer project</title><content type='html'>Two-thirds of my summer holidays had already gone by and I'm still in such a mood of everything but to be ready for the new semester. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked up on my sewing skills recently. I was looking for a cushion cover for the new bedroom but due to very few choices and a limited budget (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;), the search was of no avail.&lt;br /&gt;I was after a 'statement cushion' -kind of the 'in' thing among home decor websites nowadays so that's when I decided to just buy calico fabrics and sew it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2wjre_bZ3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/6OGM_aceKPs/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2wjre_bZ3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/6OGM_aceKPs/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434758080289793906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As it goes, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live what you love&lt;/span&gt;' :)&lt;br /&gt;Without the comfort of sewing machines, I had to sew the cover on my own so it took a lot of time. And for the cushion's fastener I opted for the hidden buttons instead of zippers cause my needlework will certainly crumple it up if I use the latter +.+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;' is actually from the same piece, I sew them on each side so that I can have two designs in one cover. I know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheapskate&lt;/span&gt;. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2wf5rUKChI/AAAAAAAAAsw/1SUgSNv_bG4/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2wf5rUKChI/AAAAAAAAAsw/1SUgSNv_bG4/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434753926069619218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2wf_GOr-pI/AAAAAAAAAs4/-p3vFojGeX8/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2wf_GOr-pI/AAAAAAAAAs4/-p3vFojGeX8/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434754019193780882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2wgEcNJ3XI/AAAAAAAAAtA/un4H5GM12dg/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2wgEcNJ3XI/AAAAAAAAAtA/un4H5GM12dg/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434754110992276850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The material used for to make the heart-shaped patch is felt, which I bought at a very cheap price from a local shop. While the thread is the usual ones from DMC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2wj6wIyw6I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/sbIC5V69IPM/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2wj6wIyw6I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/sbIC5V69IPM/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434758342590514082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She seems to be blending well with her friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/36716020-3198836852689193325?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3198836852689193325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=3198836852689193325' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3198836852689193325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3198836852689193325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/02/summer-project.html' title='summer project'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2wjre_bZ3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/6OGM_aceKPs/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6146893665250923271</id><published>2010-02-04T04:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:46:42.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine asked me to help design a mini invitation post for a futsal friendly match the admin is organizing for the upcoming cohort, so I thought why not give a go for a new blogskin too as the one I'm currently using is already one year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been drawn to shades of white lately, thus the base colour of this little newbie.&lt;br /&gt;Please welcome , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"every cloud has a whimsical lining"&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm favouring the layout to exude the sense of simplicity so that explains the minimal lines and embellishments.&lt;br /&gt;For everyone who kindly stopped by to view my in:sights:out, I hope it looks cool to your eyes as much as it is to mine hehe&lt;br /&gt;Say tata to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"flowers &amp;amp; flutters"&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2nZGtqQUkI/AAAAAAAAApY/BHmDzqx27no/s1600-h/insightsout+v2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2nZGtqQUkI/AAAAAAAAApY/BHmDzqx27no/s400/insightsout+v2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434113134758482498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of clouds, the long hot summer days have finally ceased into continuous drizzles. It's a very good thing really, cause Brisbane should've reached that cooling-off at some point. That being said, my daily routines should mostly be inside the house. Thank goodness Shiha and I managed to have a couple of outings right before the downpour week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, oo yess, finally, I have put back my blogroll list *exhales deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;If anyone ever stood by the drums to drum-roll this tiny bit of improvement, I bet you must've dreaded the long years of waiting hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I believe I might have missed out some names in the list, I'm still digging up so please drop me yours in case it's not included in the mini blog nation there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch ya later ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-6146893665250923271?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6146893665250923271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6146893665250923271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6146893665250923271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6146893665250923271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/02/friend-of-mine-asked-me-to-help-design.html' title='new blogskin'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2nZGtqQUkI/AAAAAAAAApY/BHmDzqx27no/s72-c/insightsout+v2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-4525300815950971432</id><published>2010-01-31T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:27:22.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's already the end of January?</title><content type='html'>Still can't believe that the whole first month of 2010 had passed by like a blink (seriously!) despite supposedly being one of the most unproductive people compared to my other groupmates.&lt;br /&gt;while most of my friends are busy with their part time jobs and whatnots, i actually spent most of my January inside the house yet i couldn't be bothered with updating the blog =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounded weird to learn that i am following Australian Open (as of yesterday's post) i guess that's one of the consequences of obtaining full authority of the telly since the past few weeks haha. I was a bit disappointed that Justine Henin didn't win the match against Serena last night (my second disappointment after Nadal withdrew from his match against Andy Murray last time) but i guess she deserved the trophy after all. I'm looking forward for tonight's men's final (it's Federer vs Murray) considering that Andy pulled off very interesting techniques while beating Cilic during the semis. He conquered the baselines perfectly! *awed* but yeah, it's the reigning champion that he's facing tonight so that would certainly require tireless effort. For those of you following the match as well (or interested to), it's about to start in five minutes!&lt;br /&gt;happy watching :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-4525300815950971432?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4525300815950971432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=4525300815950971432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4525300815950971432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4525300815950971432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-already-end-of-january.html' title='it&apos;s already the end of January?'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-9032245207850469005</id><published>2010-01-30T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:27:59.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm feeling the summer</title><content type='html'>today is so much fun :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've been away for quite some time now, will try to update whenever i could.&lt;br /&gt;i'm soo tired i wanna sleep right about now but since it's the womens final of Australian Open tonight, i'm trying my best to keep myself awake.&lt;br /&gt;will get back to you guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;take care :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-9032245207850469005?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/9032245207850469005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=9032245207850469005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/9032245207850469005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/9032245207850469005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-feeling-summer.html' title='i&apos;m feeling the summer'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-3332180405169517437</id><published>2009-12-29T20:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:26:37.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th December 2009</title><content type='html'>First thing first,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish my dearly missed friend Ema another blissful birthday today :)&lt;br /&gt;The more candles, the bigger the wish hehe (just don't leave the biggest one on your wishlist to come from me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dah la na ema&lt;/span&gt; :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next a quick update on what's happening in my life..&lt;br /&gt;I am moving out of the Campus Living Villages into a new house in Herston Road this Wednesday (which is tomorrow). The place is about 10-15 minutes walking distance (or so i hope) from my uni. It was due to the ever-increasing rental fee that is above the amount provided to us, hence moving out of CLV.  Yes it'll be a bit time-consuming to reach the uni as compared to living in CLV, but if the rest of our friends in other unis can cope with that then why couldn't we? (chewah) - And most of us the QUT cohort 5 will still be staying together in Herston so that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is a brand new residency in the form of townhouses. I think there are at least 14 townhouses in that location (i'm not sure, will check again) with each houses set to occupy 4-5 tenants. The rent at the new place is slightly cheaper and its price also includes internet access and centralized air-conditioning system, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first there was another choice available in Tait St; slightly farther and was still under construction during the time of inspection but the one in Herston Rd immediately caught my eye the time we arrived there, with its sleek design and the spanking new feel and what not haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Szn5dRkKVvI/AAAAAAAAApI/tfqd3oNB1S0/s1600-h/DSC01833.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/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Szn5dRkKVvI/AAAAAAAAApI/tfqd3oNB1S0/s320/DSC01833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420637907843700466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the only picture of the place I have at the moment- this one is via the phone camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were some problems with the owners of the houses as they planned to sell the place instead of renting it out to us so we decided to settle in Tait St..&lt;br /&gt;Another unforeseen circumstance came up- Tait St is not expected to finish its renovation by the time of lease. So there the rental management company went finding our way back to Herston Rd hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rajin pulak bercerita kan. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that I know how hard it is to find such comfy place and to have it available to a large group such as ours, so I have to thank Andi and Nija for their really hard work to have Herston Rd as our lodging for next year.&lt;br /&gt;Shiha, Hanis and I are at the final stage of spring cleaning our house- in fact i think we're by far done with it (or else I won't be able to write this hmm) in CLV before the major move-out tomorrow. And talk about tonnes of goods to be transferred from here tomorrow.. how i wish my brother is still in Brisbane to help me up :p&lt;br /&gt;Let's just pray that the weather will be fine tomorrow and everything goes as smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that the internet accessibility there is not of a setback.. I'll be surely in need of the cyber connection in that house now that we're farther away from the uni labs.&lt;br /&gt;Amin &amp;amp; amin! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-3332180405169517437?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3332180405169517437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=3332180405169517437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3332180405169517437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3332180405169517437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/12/29th-december-2009.html' title='29th December 2009'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Szn5dRkKVvI/AAAAAAAAApI/tfqd3oNB1S0/s72-c/DSC01833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6276690571062398820</id><published>2009-12-28T18:44:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:14:01.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>behind my MIAs</title><content type='html'>Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should justify my absence all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a fruitpicking job in Cairns (it's in the Tropical North of Queensland) for almost a month.- three and a half week to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;Eight of us stayed at the backpackers in Atherton which is a two hour journey from Cairns city and were assigned to do farm jobs at a lychee farm nearby, owned by an Italian family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziMZ1a1QQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/r8M9EKb1qAI/s1600-h/DSC_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziMZ1a1QQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/r8M9EKb1qAI/s320/DSC_0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420236527004631298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is summer in Aussie land and boy how on earth could I settled myself for a farm job you'd ask? Haha. I'd consider myself lucky because us girls - Syafa, Dayana and I were only asked to do plucking and packing of the lychees. That means working under the shed most of the time. The boys were required to pick the lychees from the farm but our employers sure are very considerate people cause they set the picking jobs early in the morning - just in time before the sun comes out. To make the story short, I enjoyed myself while i was there. Yes- the wage is also something to look up to ngehngehngeh but the experience I gained to top it all up, well that's something I'd surely wouldn't get elsewhere :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziMpGTip-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/j3KmTOfBsvY/s1600-h/DSC_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziMpGTip-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/j3KmTOfBsvY/s320/DSC_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420236789235492834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;during lunchtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziM1QcMlJI/AAAAAAAAAoA/NsNihu-ItS0/s1600-h/DSC_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziM1QcMlJI/AAAAAAAAAoA/NsNihu-ItS0/s320/DSC_0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420236998114579602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with the owner of the farm, Gug Micieli (he's the one in blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atherton might sort of look like a sleepy town with nothing much to offer, but I'm pretty sure the people there are content with the way they are living. Gug's family for instance, has their own way of living life in that small town (which in some ways different to the way I do). But with all the family members - his mum, dad, aunts, uncles, his wife and kids, his sister and the rest of the family being there with him, I'm sure you'd agree that anywhere is good enough to be your place to live in :)&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm missing my family even more :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cairns is also a spot famous to the tourists and scuba divers for the enchanting Great Barrier Reef (go Google it) but sadly I didn't have the opportunity to go there due to time constraint. I really hope that I can somehow manage to visit the much talked about destination before I return to Malaysia end of next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed back to Brisbane earlier than the rest of my friends cause I had something as exciting in Brissyland (cewah hahaha) - Mard &amp;amp; Imran came to Brisbane for the second time this year to visit all the places they haven't gone to last Easter.&lt;br /&gt;This time we had another group of Macquarians who came along - my dear roommates back in IPBA Jane and Amirah, Lina, Murni and their friend from Sydney, Arniza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziOh0AYsWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/G2mReN0DyAg/s1600-h/DSC_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziOh0AYsWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/G2mReN0DyAg/s320/DSC_0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420238863087481186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziOrlKuIvI/AAAAAAAAAoY/hljUCoviSa4/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziOrlKuIvI/AAAAAAAAAoY/hljUCoviSa4/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420239030902989554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Dreamworld that is, the home of Spongebob Squarepants and the rest of the Nickelodeon characters. Oh I should've put the photo with that yellow sponge but I can't remember where I placed it.. and the rides, haih just as thrilling as the ones in Warner Bros' Movieworld therefore I just couldn't let myself succumb to that much fear all over again haha&lt;br /&gt;Shiha couldn't tag along due to some work commitments while Jiji is back in Malaysia. So who knows if I might be coming back to this place sometime hmmm ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziPOW8rPAI/AAAAAAAAAog/EVCEO4zbdQ4/s1600-h/DSC_0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziPOW8rPAI/AAAAAAAAAog/EVCEO4zbdQ4/s320/DSC_0347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420239628381404162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also joined the Christmas Lights tour. It is an annual event where residents around town who take part in the Christmas Lights competition adorn their houses with sparkling lights and Christmas-related displays. Just like what i used to see on tv- now right before my eyes :)&lt;br /&gt;all of the decorations were captivating- i was enthralled with such passion the residents have; to have put so much time, money and effort for the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziNhKDUqKI/AAAAAAAAAoI/i15sUTvNEo8/s1600-h/DSC_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziNhKDUqKI/AAAAAAAAAoI/i15sUTvNEo8/s320/DSC_0056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420237752313882786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mira told me that she's been longing to take a picture at this place (it's the city's Cultural Centre; a la Sydney's Circular Quay kot) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jane, Mira and the company stayed with us for a week. I'm sorry if we didn't have much offerings for you girls but i hope you enjoyed your stay here. Better still, come again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since Mard had been talking about a road trip to Ballina, we also organised a convoy to the place. Ballina is situated in New South Wales (where Sydney is situated in) but it is closer to reach from Brisbane itself. So there we went- with Mard, Imran, Shiha, Dayana, Syafa, Nija and the remaining QUT boys.&lt;br /&gt;it was expected to rain that day.. but rain or shine we just don't mind eh rhyming pulak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Byron Bay (I've published a &lt;a href="http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/07/rewind.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; about this breathtaking place some time ago), the Macadamian Castle, a garden maze called 'Amaze n Place' (the most anticipated in my list!), Lennox Head, then back to Byron Bay town all in one day! We had to drop the plan of having a picnic at a nearby waterfall though, as the rain started to pour (as expected) right after we finished the garden maze quest. Nonetheless we still had so much fun with everything else :)&lt;br /&gt;thanks to Mard and Imran for the get-together idea and kudos to the boys for the car-renting matters and driving all the way down to Ballina. We should really have more of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziPlDcjasI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ij6KDhimqb4/s1600-h/DSC_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziPlDcjasI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ij6KDhimqb4/s320/DSC_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420240018283391682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Byron Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziReLCzn7I/AAAAAAAAAow/-Nd52T-7WGE/s1600-h/DSC_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziReLCzn7I/AAAAAAAAAow/-Nd52T-7WGE/s320/DSC_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420242099087056818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Macadamian Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziUQ49VTaI/AAAAAAAAApA/od1mF1FY5fc/s1600-h/DSC_0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziUQ49VTaI/AAAAAAAAApA/od1mF1FY5fc/s320/DSC_0144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420245169428843938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finding our way out eceh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziT5HHrxUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Hec_R_CaQEY/s1600-h/DSC_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziT5HHrxUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Hec_R_CaQEY/s320/DSC_0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420244760913495362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mard &amp;amp; Syafa at the maze viewing tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*the photos without my watermark are taken from Imran. Thanks for the shots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad to bid goodbyes over and over again this summer. First it was Jiji, then the Mira &amp;amp; Jane clan, then it was Mard &amp;amp; Imran. But I know this means that I have something to look forward to when we meet each other again, InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those were my whereabouts all this while.&lt;br /&gt;And now that I have the time to rest a little more than usual and actually take care of myself, let's just hope that I am able to keep this dear blog alive with more updates. Hehe ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-6276690571062398820?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6276690571062398820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6276690571062398820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6276690571062398820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6276690571062398820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/12/behind-my-mias.html' title='behind my MIAs'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SziMZ1a1QQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/r8M9EKb1qAI/s72-c/DSC_0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-7102515063128041573</id><published>2009-11-10T07:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:57:36.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at times when i wanted to cry so bad but i can't, it hurts even to bite my lips holding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a bandage to cover your wounds, nor a comfortable seat where you lay only when you feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya Allah, jadikanlah hambaMu ini orang yang sabar.&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/36716020-7102515063128041573?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7102515063128041573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=7102515063128041573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7102515063128041573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7102515063128041573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-times-when-i-wanted-to-cry-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-5062519644400531392</id><published>2009-10-09T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:30:10.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>i wasn't quite sure what actually happened the other day when i signed in my blogger page. what i was sure of is that the blogger clearly wasn't performing its best cause my blogroll was (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;) deleted! urghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it was so frustrating, i just decided to leave it like that and make it back to normal later. never it is fun to dig all around looking for my links all over again tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;how ironic it is to know that i last updated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in:sights:out&lt;/span&gt; a day before the fasting month and now, half of syawal has already passed by.&lt;br /&gt;you must have been very dusty dear bloggy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(still not a valid reason for you to eat up my widget tho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even facebook seems to have gotten a bit crowded lately cause i've had a hard time logging into the site let alone update it (hence being unable to upload my aidilfitri photos) -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first of syawal to be celebrated abroad, i believe most of us will find it different in many ways (as compared to raya back in my hometown &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la kan&lt;/span&gt;) but i guess that shouldn't stop anyone to  enjoy it still :)&lt;br /&gt;there were a number of open houses here too, although marginally smaller than in Malaysia. made me go all excited with the invitations due to the limited number of open houses hahaha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;padahal waktu kat malaysia dulu orang ajak pergi open house sampai tak lalu dah heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in all, i had fun. and was it just me or did the fasting month really went that fast? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok that's for now. hopefully i will find the drive to repair that blogroll. see you later ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-5062519644400531392?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5062519644400531392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=5062519644400531392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/5062519644400531392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/5062519644400531392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/10/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-4798777859288147017</id><published>2009-08-27T13:41:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T01:21:56.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picspam</title><content type='html'>I've been working up till late hours at night for this past few days. Three assignments are to be submitted next Wednesday;two photos for KVB104 and one microteaching session for EDB351.&lt;br /&gt;with the excursions and microteaching rehearsals and what not - my hands are all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;:-B&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday 21st of August, 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eve of ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with the girls to visit Kak Fariza's new baby girl at her house in West End. The cute little darling Fatimah is about 2 months old now, and already looking oh so radiant. and her big sis and big bro pun comel lagi mendengar kata hehe. sejuk perut Kak Fariza :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYea7zqWfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Ffw_42BDLb8/s1600-h/DSC_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYea7zqWfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Ffw_42BDLb8/s320/DSC_0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374516653393074674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYgOerHjnI/AAAAAAAAAlI/RjE_2xF_B1I/s1600-h/DSC_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYg9VoJDgI/AAAAAAAAAlg/jWmx-SnUWmU/s1600-h/DSC_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYg9VoJDgI/AAAAAAAAAlg/jWmx-SnUWmU/s320/DSC_0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374519443462884866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYhSzazjvI/AAAAAAAAAlo/bKSR0zmncYw/s1600-h/DSC_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYhSzazjvI/AAAAAAAAAlo/bKSR0zmncYw/s320/DSC_0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374519812237266674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYgkQsEr_I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/9ncir9xmu1g/s1600-h/DSC_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYgkQsEr_I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/9ncir9xmu1g/s320/DSC_0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374519012640468978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Fariza and her family are going back to Malaysia for good this coming October. Wishing you the merriment of life, kak :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYgzTJjD4I/AAAAAAAAAlY/nwuvbCvw4Uc/s1600-h/DSC_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYgzTJjD4I/AAAAAAAAAlY/nwuvbCvw4Uc/s400/DSC_0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374519270999003010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Kak Linda's house in St. Lucia. Her place is quite far from ours so we didn't really have the chance to go there as often. But Kak Linda do come by our place occasionally to join the weekly Yaasin recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYhcpjEqKI/AAAAAAAAAlw/gBTmvhz025I/s1600-h/DSC_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYhcpjEqKI/AAAAAAAAAlw/gBTmvhz025I/s320/DSC_0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374519981386279074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYh8cW43iI/AAAAAAAAAl4/1RmJjlSfGN4/s1600-h/DSC_0064.jpg"&gt;[&lt;/a&gt;photo unavailable]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were running late for Jo, our program coordinator's surprise birthday celebration but luckily Pavi was very very intricate in planning so the event turned out to be as expected. We planned to celebrate it earlier but was then brought forward because Jo was not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo was indeed very surprised with the whole thing :) She's 66 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYiGZ6zTgI/AAAAAAAAAmA/hhbD0gPvTJ8/s1600-h/DSC_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYiGZ6zTgI/AAAAAAAAAmA/hhbD0gPvTJ8/s320/DSC_0076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374520698745343490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYi1h2j0EI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dMZH1fsmz_4/s1600-h/DSC_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYi1h2j0EI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dMZH1fsmz_4/s320/DSC_0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374521508328886338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYisJsSX3I/AAAAAAAAAmI/vL5KdUPUc8g/s1600-h/DSC_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYisJsSX3I/AAAAAAAAAmI/vL5KdUPUc8g/s400/DSC_0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374521347224526706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYi-SwoBnI/AAAAAAAAAmY/XWrvO7QfoZU/s1600-h/DSC_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYi-SwoBnI/AAAAAAAAAmY/XWrvO7QfoZU/s320/DSC_0091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374521658896287346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo was not the only one getting birthday cakes on that day :)&lt;br /&gt;Jiji (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh rhyming initial pulak&lt;/span&gt;) turned 21 on the 22nd of August. So we had a mini surprise for her :)&lt;br /&gt;Since most of our friends who celebrated their birthdays here were thrown with surprise parties and cakes, we thought that doing yet another go with that routine would be quite predictable if not dreary.&lt;br /&gt;Hence the cake only came out at 1 am teehee (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;itu je twist nye&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYl2smi3jI/AAAAAAAAAmo/xYKciGyXeKg/s1600-h/DSC_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYl2smi3jI/AAAAAAAAAmo/xYKciGyXeKg/s400/DSC_0138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374524826929258034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A simple celebration, a gathering of friends; here is wishing you great happiness, a joy that never ends&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYmb0XsldI/AAAAAAAAAmw/zPHHGV_Bz4o/s1600-h/DSC_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;[photo unavailable]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYmb0XsldI/AAAAAAAAAmw/zPHHGV_Bz4o/s1600-h/DSC_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hmm that's all i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next event on the list is whale watching (tomorrow!) Fine. Next event is assignments submission =.=&lt;br /&gt;Brisbane's temperature is rising up like madly and it's fasting month.. but I don't think i should decline the ninety-dollars-worth offer either.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just pray that I won't dwell on the worry of dehydrating too much that i go dehydrated even before the boat sails. talk about psychological effects on anxious minds tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;till then, stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-4798777859288147017?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4798777859288147017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=4798777859288147017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4798777859288147017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4798777859288147017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/08/picspam.html' title='picspam'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpYea7zqWfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Ffw_42BDLb8/s72-c/DSC_0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-503940788872132573</id><published>2009-08-23T21:19:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T01:16:52.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a week in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;lambat post lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;biar lambat asalkan ingat :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih Semalam the theatre was staged last Saturday &amp;amp; Alhamdulillah, everything went well. would say that it was worth the sweat. i was very lucky to have such supportive crew members hehe thanks girls!&lt;br /&gt;didn't take much pictures of the play though, i was busy backstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFhHzpO4FI/AAAAAAAAAko/RKfATs5krQ0/s1600-h/DSC_0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373182617179840594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFhHzpO4FI/AAAAAAAAAko/RKfATs5krQ0/s400/DSC_0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFKU08_bnI/AAAAAAAAAjY/MvzjBCedlJw/s1600-h/DSC_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373157552102010482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFKU08_bnI/AAAAAAAAAjY/MvzjBCedlJw/s400/DSC_0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFfFmYrUGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ufX1FRrhqLQ/s1600-h/DSC_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373180380237746274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFfFmYrUGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ufX1FRrhqLQ/s400/DSC_0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Safura and Nana of Griffith University baked about 60 pieces of cupcakes for the team :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; We went for school visit on the 19th!! my groupmates (hani, shiha, zam, andi, nija &amp;amp; I) were assigned to visit Bulimba State School, which is about two zones from our place. i think ours was the farthest among the rest of our classmates. really enjoyed the visit though i can't deny that i was so nervous to meet them (and their teachers).&lt;br /&gt;i still have two more visits to the school so i guess i'll understand the local education scene much better (for me to comment on) by then.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFMKvO-DeI/AAAAAAAAAjg/gQ69OqZCwT4/s1600-h/DSC_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFMKvO-DeI/AAAAAAAAAjg/gQ69OqZCwT4/s1600-h/DSC_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFMKvO-DeI/AAAAAAAAAjg/gQ69OqZCwT4/s1600-h/DSC_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373159577791368674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFMKvO-DeI/AAAAAAAAAjg/gQ69OqZCwT4/s400/DSC_0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i got a cupcake from birthday boy Joshua. comeyllnyeeee budakkkk :)&lt;br /&gt;will be coming back to Bulimba in two weeks time. and that will be during puasa. &lt;em&gt;challenging nih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that evening, i went to Kangaroo Point with syafa and the guys for Ainul &amp;amp; Ariff's bday bash. got my hands Milo the oh-so-famous cat, finally! (p/s: Milo's fame came from the self-titled fan club and the hand-sewn baju raya Ainul made) hahha. how can a cat be soo cute and decent!! (brownie points for the decent part hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFPH-7DWSI/AAAAAAAAAj4/4qRNh8fH5IM/s1600-h/DSC_0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373162828998072610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFPH-7DWSI/AAAAAAAAAj4/4qRNh8fH5IM/s320/DSC_0163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;credits to syefah for the samosa. [edited:ainul's landlady made the pavlova herself]&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know what happened but everyone were so spirited! dahla syefah menang fusbal entah berapa kali. i've lost count :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFQeqxxezI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HTJmHC4d2-s/s1600-h/DSC_0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373164318239062834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFQeqxxezI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HTJmHC4d2-s/s320/DSC_0229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Thursday, 20th of August, was when we practised taking pictures using studio lights for our Photomedia unit. two of the unit's assignment are to be handed in on the 2nd of September (the same day my Microteaching session is about to take place), so i gotta get working on it real quick or else i might just end up depriving from sleep. huhu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFV-RUxL4I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Q1i5Pcbukvs/s1600-h/DSC_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373170358720475010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFV-RUxL4I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Q1i5Pcbukvs/s400/DSC_0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFWG10LRPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6YZoAnHJSvI/s1600-h/DSC_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373170505954837746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFWG10LRPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6YZoAnHJSvI/s400/DSC_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's Devin, one of our tutorial mates. i'm still having a hard time adjusting all those tiny little features of the camera, of the white balance and the exposure and what not. Aten's version of a similar shot got Victoria, our lecturer, very impressed. theehe&lt;br /&gt;for any unyielding cases, let me just opt for the Auto setting, can i? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday the 21st; a number of events took place on this day. i went out with the girls to visit Kak Fariza in West End and Kak Linda in St. Lucia before heading back to uni to celebrate Jo's birthday. i think i should better off unpacking the deets in the next post ye ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-503940788872132573?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/503940788872132573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=503940788872132573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/503940788872132573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/503940788872132573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/08/week-in-review.html' title='a week in review'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SpFhHzpO4FI/AAAAAAAAAko/RKfATs5krQ0/s72-c/DSC_0114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6585036224250651726</id><published>2009-08-22T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:15:52.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just in time for another quick update.</title><content type='html'>first thing first,&lt;br /&gt;selamat menyambut ramadhan al-mubarak!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday dearest jiji! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been going around town for the last few days, will update you guys about the events i went to for the week.&lt;br /&gt;and would like to update on my first embark on the holy month abroad but as usual, everything's stuck in the head.&lt;br /&gt;too many things in mind - my room is such a chaos now. aiyaiyai&lt;br /&gt;will be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-6585036224250651726?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6585036224250651726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6585036224250651726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6585036224250651726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6585036224250651726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-in-time-for-another-quick-update.html' title='just in time for another quick update.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-5899616369830799830</id><published>2009-08-09T05:00:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T05:59:08.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more tales</title><content type='html'>hello there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past week has been quite smooth-sailing but am expecting it to be busier for the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the Merdeka-themed theater produced by MASCA and MySA will be staged at La Boite Studio this 15th, so the remaining days before Saturday will be packed with rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3oSHX6IlI/AAAAAAAAAiY/OQYuNUwsYZc/s1600-h/DSC_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3oSHX6IlI/AAAAAAAAAiY/OQYuNUwsYZc/s320/DSC_0088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367701728810115666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time i'm in charge for the costumes :)&lt;br /&gt;nothing big compared to what Fikri had done for A Midsummer Night's Dream back then but for the sake of trying something new, saya menyahut seruan Syefah! (eceh!)&lt;br /&gt;nothing involving sewing a new kebaya, really, but i guess it is more to the challenge of getting our own national clothes as they are (obviously) limited in Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, thank you Chinatown. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.ourbrisbane.com/whats-on/ekka-feature"&gt;Ekka's&lt;/a&gt; rocking Brisbane city this week! Ahmad said that the gang had already bought the tickets and are planning to go this Wednesday. Not denying that I too, am eager to tag along - but it's public holiday on that day so the exhibition must've been jam-packed. hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. and talking about Wednesdays; last week's TESOL Methodology class saw Nija's duo as well as Mun Ting, Pavi and Denish present their Microteaching sessions. it was enjoying! (especially the part where we can act up as Year 3 kids hehe). yes, even after the third week of this unit with Erika Hepple, i still think that she is someone whom you should really have a resolute mind to deal with. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whuah aliaa, peringatan untuk diri sendiri.&lt;/span&gt; *grins*&lt;br /&gt;and since this week's class is off, we'll be having our first classroom observation next week. can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. despite the towering unit tasks (which i am not so proud of having) on my desk, i managed to steal some time to rack up the coloured foams i bought some time ago into little alphabets (which i am kinda proud of at the moment. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;couldn't get the idea of what i'm saying? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takpe2&lt;/span&gt;. you're not the only one. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3pHj8p9JI/AAAAAAAAAig/sIUxr8HLhw0/s1600-h/DSC_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3pHj8p9JI/AAAAAAAAAig/sIUxr8HLhw0/s320/DSC_0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367702647013504146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the foam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3pPjMRhwI/AAAAAAAAAio/VQSCbgOE0Dw/s1600-h/DSC_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3pPjMRhwI/AAAAAAAAAio/VQSCbgOE0Dw/s320/DSC_0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367702784249530114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the pattern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3pV0M3i6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/x9wGnago9TE/s1600-h/DSC_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3pV0M3i6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/x9wGnago9TE/s320/DSC_0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367702891894639522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;carving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3pbfm6GHI/AAAAAAAAAi4/VFVBVCh9zf4/s1600-h/DSC_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3pbfm6GHI/AAAAAAAAAi4/VFVBVCh9zf4/s400/DSC_0068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367702989445929074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taraa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;notice that i actually printed the word 'captured' but ended up with 'dad' instead?&lt;br /&gt;let's just say that i suddenly thought an eight-letter word was too much to carve out. too ambitious for a first attempt. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. oh did i mention what i got for friendship day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3qNgY96AI/AAAAAAAAAjA/65jyLexX0mk/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3qNgY96AI/AAAAAAAAAjA/65jyLexX0mk/s400/friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367703848649353218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;signed-sealed-delivered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a postcard from up above the sky. or in this case, up above the stairs ;) thank you little miss "ek ek ek ek" (or is it already changed to "fine~"?) *gelak berterabur*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, Ema sent me a parcel :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3qntCJEzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/sNWiytwUBYw/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3qntCJEzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/sNWiytwUBYw/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367704298719875890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why she called the card she wrote as a 'warning letter' -that if i forget them girls then i'd might as well get another warning letter? as long as you keep the letters coming then, bestie. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what would be more heartwarming than a handmade card and a personalised carry bag with our names on it??&lt;br /&gt;you girls la. haih :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3q0PYs7OI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YFcfXtRtpWU/s1600-h/DSC_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3q0PYs7OI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YFcfXtRtpWU/s400/DSC_0082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367704514099735778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;terribly missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much thanks ema :))&lt;br /&gt;although us friends usually get in touch via the virtual space, the original snail mails have never failed to impress me. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: this is a hint. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-5899616369830799830?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5899616369830799830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=5899616369830799830' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/5899616369830799830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/5899616369830799830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-tales.html' title='more tales'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sn3oSHX6IlI/AAAAAAAAAiY/OQYuNUwsYZc/s72-c/DSC_0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6904792817432912278</id><published>2009-07-21T07:33:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:43:53.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rewind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on 25th June, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Movie world with jiji, khirol, shiha &amp;amp; syafa. it was for the 2nd time, after the first one with the macquarians.&lt;br /&gt;this time around, i rode superman escape &amp;amp; scooby doo coaster :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man was it scary! whoever told me that it was fun haa? ha??&lt;br /&gt;i forced myself to put on the gleeful grin so that i wouldn't look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; miserable in the photo, solely on the basis that i don't have to ride it all over again. nonetheless, the photos still look very, very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;swore on my feet i'll never ride it again. tapi kalau orang tanya pernah naik ke tak, bolehla sengih sengih sambil angguk-angguk kepala. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmT_QPORBzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/aW2rzV5xdmg/s1600-h/image176-1353B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmT_QPORBzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/aW2rzV5xdmg/s400/image176-1353B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360690110907090738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;superman escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmT_ZCTuEMI/AAAAAAAAAgg/KDeuMN244wE/s1600-h/image176-1517A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmT_ZCTuEMI/AAAAAAAAAgg/KDeuMN244wE/s400/image176-1517A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360690262059126978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wild west falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we didn't get the chance to watch the much talked-about Stunt Driver Show that day. So Shiha and I decided to come again on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29th&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;the pavilion was packed to the brim during our session, but i think it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUIAnCmNEI/AAAAAAAAAgo/7YCRa_L4Kww/s1600-h/DSC_0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUIAnCmNEI/AAAAAAAAAgo/7YCRa_L4Kww/s400/DSC_0140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360699738027340866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won a soft toy from a mini game we played there. shiha was, obviously, over the moon with that little rhino ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUIYRaFalI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Jcli654SZuc/s1600-h/DSC_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUIYRaFalI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Jcli654SZuc/s400/DSC_0131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360700144537135698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joined the International Students Service trip to Byron Bay on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27th June&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;to say that the trip was not worth the 35aud paid would be pretty vague, considering that we travelled all the way to the neighbouring state, NSW during this trip. but i'd prefer if they didn't include the Crystal Castle visit - it was not literally a Crystal Castle (much to the dissappointment of Kak Nora ;), rather a place which sells jewellery made of crystal and spiritual statues deemed to bring serenity and peacefulness to the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUIu38Y4_I/AAAAAAAAAhA/s_GcTmbleJw/s1600-h/DSC_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUIu38Y4_I/AAAAAAAAAhA/s_GcTmbleJw/s400/DSC_0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360700532838687730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUI5z0bYeI/AAAAAAAAAhI/a-hthrlj8Vw/s1600-h/DSC_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUI5z0bYeI/AAAAAAAAAhI/a-hthrlj8Vw/s400/DSC_0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360700720710115810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for syafa, she really did find peace- at a nearby playground. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUJgrCThQI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zlJKUlYxgww/s1600-h/DSC_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUJgrCThQI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zlJKUlYxgww/s400/DSC_0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360701388367299842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of the trip would be Cape Byron Lighthouse. sadly my camera ran out of battery once we arrived there. *tsk tsk*&lt;br /&gt;luckily them girls &amp;amp; khirol brought theirs. Cape Byron lookout point is located on the most easternly point of the Australian mainland, by which we witnessed the stunning views of the hinterland and the ocean :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUJwK-XbQI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2yJFNaSVsLs/s1600-h/DSC_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUJwK-XbQI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2yJFNaSVsLs/s400/DSC_0098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360701654638750978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUJ8eqIWkI/AAAAAAAAAho/4b87Ho3v2o8/s1600-h/DSC_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUJ8eqIWkI/AAAAAAAAAho/4b87Ho3v2o8/s400/DSC_0104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360701866081016386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUKFHX2KEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zChX7EWE5h8/s1600-h/DSC_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUKFHX2KEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zChX7EWE5h8/s400/DSC_0113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360702014449133634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the pics are taken by &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://khirolblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/entry-097-270609-quts-byron-bay-trip.html"&gt;khirol&lt;/a&gt;. much thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmULxHOa_SI/AAAAAAAAAh4/VwS7KGMI84s/s1600-h/DSC08225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmULxHOa_SI/AAAAAAAAAh4/VwS7KGMI84s/s400/DSC08225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360703869835476258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st July, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Auckies arrived!&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner together with Batip's belated birthday celebration. please welcome;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUMkRCKNfI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HcGPtmvTlDs/s1600-h/DSC_0156+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUMkRCKNfI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HcGPtmvTlDs/s400/DSC_0156+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360704748641727986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aiman, chuna, illie, cikin &amp;amp; fatin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUOVEQQEVI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/4UZUtQkrRPg/s1600-h/DSC_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmUOVEQQEVI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/4UZUtQkrRPg/s400/DSC_0196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360706686536388946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sha,the birthday girl &amp;amp; yen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come!&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/36716020-6904792817432912278?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6904792817432912278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6904792817432912278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6904792817432912278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6904792817432912278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/07/rewind.html' title='rewind.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SmT_QPORBzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/aW2rzV5xdmg/s72-c/image176-1353B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6275597498109683592</id><published>2009-07-19T07:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:57:27.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>towards the end of my winter break</title><content type='html'>haven't been updating my blog for quite some time now, hence this post :)&lt;br /&gt;i know i should have been uploading pictures of my holiday with the whacky auckie ladies while they were in Aussie last week- will do it soon.&lt;br /&gt;haish. spring cleaning this little room of mine suddenly seems to take forever. oh limbs ku! c'mon c'mon y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. second semester starts tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;and i have finally decided to withdraw my MDB349 Excursions in Mathematical Reasoning (yup u guessed it right- much to the influence of ETeMS being un-done by 2012) for CLB347 Teaching English as an Additional Language. which will find me dreading myself in the workload of wordy assessments- again. But hey- this is what language people do afterall ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will upload pictures soon. till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-6275597498109683592?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6275597498109683592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6275597498109683592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6275597498109683592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6275597498109683592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/07/towards-end-of-my-winter-break.html' title='towards the end of my winter break'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-3618049588595822060</id><published>2009-06-21T11:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:20:12.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where did i say i am going again?</title><content type='html'>back on track :D&lt;br /&gt;was out and about these two weeks, so pardon me for the late replies of emails (specially dedicated to belinda hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;am currently in my room waiting for the hommies to be back from coolangatta airport.&lt;br /&gt;i somehow sensed that &lt;span&gt;shiha&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span&gt; jiji &lt;/span&gt;must be giddy with anticipation to see me. ahaks =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been drizzling in my place since last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i'm writing this, the drizzle has just turned into a heavy downpour.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times as cold as this (cewah), how convenient it is if i could have the taste of laksa kuala perlis kan kan kan.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i hopped on &lt;span&gt;ema&lt;/span&gt;'s blog just now only to learn on some more reasons to be missing home.&lt;br /&gt;then i was on the messenger with &lt;span&gt;sirah&lt;/span&gt; whom i missed oh so much as she is quite hard to be seen online lately since she's been busy with her prac.&lt;br /&gt;dahla today is my &lt;span&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday =)&lt;br /&gt;and to be put that today's also father's day!&lt;br /&gt;(which apparently adds up to the itch of wanting to be back home this very moment)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;and i had to admit i kinda miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walang&lt;/span&gt; (?!) upon hearing that she brought back two basketful of durians from her orchard to feast at wande's house.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span&gt;faten nabilla&lt;/span&gt;, tolong jangan ketawa)&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-3618049588595822060?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3618049588595822060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=3618049588595822060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3618049588595822060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3618049588595822060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-did-i-say-i-am-going-again.html' title='where did i say i am going again?'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-4617415403575444530</id><published>2009-05-10T19:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:59:01.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty one years on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sgbq63QO4JI/AAAAAAAAAfM/y8HkOY-WPF8/s1600-h/mum%26herday09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sgbq63QO4JI/AAAAAAAAAfM/y8HkOY-WPF8/s400/mum%26herday09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334209105652277394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo&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/36716020-4617415403575444530?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4617415403575444530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=4617415403575444530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4617415403575444530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4617415403575444530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/05/twenty-one-years-on.html' title='twenty one years on'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Sgbq63QO4JI/AAAAAAAAAfM/y8HkOY-WPF8/s72-c/mum%26herday09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-5022786180877036666</id><published>2009-05-09T13:08:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:31:31.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passive vocabulary, productive vocabulary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;on a more academic side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SgVZez0XuLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fQcS88rYewY/s1600-h/DSCN4552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SgVZez0XuLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fQcS88rYewY/s320/DSCN4552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333767719531034802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhh. another web inquiry project to be submitted this thursday, then EDB350's case study of a language learner, then CLB320's in-class exam, then the learning networks paper in June. *cuba menelan buku*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i had a CLB 320 Studies in Language tutorial yesterday. Judith, our tutor was discussing on the topic of 'Language and Gender' - an interesting topic indeed. remember that best-selling 'Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus'? :)&lt;br /&gt;then we discussed on the notion of women speaking more 'correctly' and more 'politely' than men.&lt;br /&gt;it was discovered that the use of hedges (softening persuasive utterances ala &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'if possible'&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i just wondered if you could'&lt;/span&gt; etc) has often been identified with the way women talk. (but men too, they do use well-hedged utterances in asking a favour..  as exemplified by my brother.)&lt;br /&gt;*peace abang ;p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although the evidence suggests that in general males swear more than females (in the context of less formal, more relaxed situations), it has also been found that young women swear more when they mix with men than when they are in all-women groups. young men, on the other hand, tend to reduce the amount of swearing in the company of women. kinda surprised to learn that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everyone has their own passive vocabulary kan. at least i do.&lt;br /&gt;you know, when you are thinking about something very deeply but the things that you say out loud is only the surface of the real thing. the general and the easier-to-talk-about issues. the other self plots that you have, often kept deep down inside to be analysed on your own. chewah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to conclude, my passive vocabulary is not parallel with my productive vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning, if i am talking about the falling autumn leaves, most probably i was actually thinking about something else. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i, with full confidence, agreed that women do talk MORE than men. As the Japanese proverb i learnt from the book goes like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"three women make a market"&lt;/span&gt; - sesuai betul. mard, mimie, fatin. hmmm tiga orang tu, cukup dah. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-5022786180877036666?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5022786180877036666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=5022786180877036666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/5022786180877036666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/5022786180877036666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/05/passive-vocabulary-productive.html' title='passive vocabulary, productive vocabulary'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SgVZez0XuLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fQcS88rYewY/s72-c/DSCN4552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6477811674239335266</id><published>2009-04-25T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:07:44.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a gist</title><content type='html'>it has been almost three months since my last post on abang's birthday..&lt;br /&gt;how sinful i am for not posting updates on this blog too long that i dunno where i should start.&lt;br /&gt;hopping on my friends' blogs, i just thought that mine screams out something like "i am away - to the North Pole". haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. Brisbane's great! (yes i know this statement is made sooo late considering that other ardent Cohort 5 bloggers dah berzaman dah cerita pasal tempat masing2)&lt;br /&gt;need not worry about my daily consumption; i have been eating very well here. hehehhe&lt;br /&gt;though i miss those people *you know who you are =)* and the pasar malam and cucur peneram very2 much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been taking a lot of pictures as well, but the week where mard, mimie, farouk, imran, flo, sue, sarah and nani came here was just insane! (1500 pictures!!) =D&lt;br /&gt;thought of uploading it here, but these lovely people dah upload banyak2 kat facebook dah. senang kerja i . bagus2 go korang =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SfLCKFqwOPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Sj1H3EROi14/s1600-h/DSC_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SfLCKFqwOPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Sj1H3EROi14/s400/DSC_0446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328534787708696818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;family photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun =) thank you for being here =)) nanti datang lagi boleh? =)))&lt;br /&gt;*senyum lagi =D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i actually wanted to write about Anzac Day (which is today) - tertukar topik pulak. haha. next post la ye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/36716020-6477811674239335266?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6477811674239335266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6477811674239335266' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6477811674239335266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6477811674239335266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-gist.html' title='just a gist'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SfLCKFqwOPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Sj1H3EROi14/s72-c/DSC_0446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-4860322054096957552</id><published>2009-01-28T14:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:10:02.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 candles for aiman zhafri</title><content type='html'>i'm happy to announce that i am finally coming to the end of my pre-mute stage. the pain due to the mouth ulcers have gradually ebbed away, Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;i promise (promise!) myself that i will never ever picks fights with u again, dear mouth; for i cannot take another day having to force myself into eating congee and nothing else. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, 28th January 2009, is my brother's 22nd birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SYAgYCqlwMI/AAAAAAAAAek/25hZwxNbkuk/s1600-h/aiman015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SYAgYCqlwMI/AAAAAAAAAek/25hZwxNbkuk/s400/aiman015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296268759192158402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY, ABANG =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SYAgrA_sxbI/AAAAAAAAAes/vbEr4Ag2DA0/s1600-h/DSC_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SYAgrA_sxbI/AAAAAAAAAes/vbEr4Ag2DA0/s400/DSC_0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296269085161342386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"The oldest child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; is usually a responsible, take-charge kind of guy,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;                                                                                                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Nancy Fagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have to agree on that =)&lt;br /&gt;i wish you the enjoyment of a long happy life with happy people and adorable sisters. ngehngehngeh&lt;br /&gt;hmm. so will see you in two weeks' time? save your wishlist till then. ahaks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-4860322054096957552?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4860322054096957552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=4860322054096957552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4860322054096957552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4860322054096957552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/01/22-candles-for-aiman-zhafri.html' title='22 candles for aiman zhafri'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SYAgYCqlwMI/AAAAAAAAAek/25hZwxNbkuk/s72-c/aiman015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-1739945366651999523</id><published>2009-01-24T20:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:34:12.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tooth. teeth. gum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;as usual, the Petronas commercials never fail to amaze me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;*sebenarnya nak tulis benda lain tapi startled bila tengok tv tadi. hehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on,&lt;br /&gt;today marks the 6th day of my mouth ulcers. six FREAKING days okay!!&lt;br /&gt;it was some three days before the pre-departure briefing that i went for a dental checkup.&lt;br /&gt;i had both my mandibular third molars (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gigi geraham bawah&lt;/span&gt;) filled. it was fine throughout the week though at some point i had a hard time adjusting with the new fill yang agak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menempek&lt;/span&gt; on my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days after i came back home, i discovered ulcers cracking on the gum beside my teeth (both lower parts of the mouth, mind you).&lt;br /&gt;truth was they're not only two of them, tapi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;empat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAKIT!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum suggested that this might due to the so-called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gigi susu yang baru nak tumbuh jadi&lt;/span&gt; the ulcers are somewhat preparing some space for the ever-so-gedik &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gigi susu baru itu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;while ayah thinks that this might be the result for being such a late bird for the rest of the weekend and the rising heat in perlis and all that my body temperature has gone up and down thus the gum became confused with the weather &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sampai ulser pun keluar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;abang pulak came to a conclusion that this must be the karma of condemning other people. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pfffttt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not good at dental anatomy and to top it up i am just plainly suffering from it without knowing the real reason of all this torment. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tolonglah doakan kesejahteraan gigi sengalku ini wahai rakan-rakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haaaaaaaih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&amp;amp;, sentiasa mendoakan kesejahteraan saudara seIslamku di Palestin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-1739945366651999523?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1739945366651999523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=1739945366651999523' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1739945366651999523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1739945366651999523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/01/tooth-teeth-gum.html' title='tooth. teeth. gum.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6551145384620113705</id><published>2009-01-01T18:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:29:18.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"saya tak more into branded sangat"</title><content type='html'>2009 is already here.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't make any new year's resolution however- not used to preparing one for i know i'd fail to recall it back even before the calendar's teared off for March. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pertaining to the matter &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" href="http://tuntejablog.blogspot.com/2009/01/khabar-duka-menjelang-2009.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;to ema's family, my deepest thoughts and prayers are with you all.&lt;br /&gt;May Allah be with each of you and give your father strength to heal.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note,&lt;br /&gt;I watched the first show of ALLY which was aired on tv3 last night,&lt;br /&gt;It was hosted by tv3's own Ally Iskandar (hence the show's title). The debut episode was mainly discussing on women's habit of shopping (minus the unpredictable economic downturn), how they manage their budget and to some extent, asking whether there's a need of finding wealthy halves to support the pompous lifestyle (?!)&lt;br /&gt;when i heard something which sounded like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya tak more into branded sangat&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was uttered by one of the guest of the show; a well-known Malaysian celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;i frowned upon hearing her statement (rather abruptly, and though it seems like i'm generalizing here, i 'm just being myself ;) maybe cause it's like a total cliche :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the host continued to ask a couple more questions till it came the part where he asked the celebrity "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can i know how much it costs you for the watch you're wearing?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a slight hypocritical act of blushing (that was how i interpret it, unfortunately, sorry) she told him that the watch retails at 9999. which at first i thought she was referring to ninety-nine ringgit and ninety-nine cents (or rm99.99). it came out to be RM9999.00! like nine-thousand-malaysian-ringgit kind of nine. ngeeeeh. i guess my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuasa membeli&lt;/span&gt; is too far beneath hers to help me figure out where the decimal point is placed at. then she continued to tell the host that the top she's wearing is from a designer label. the top is worth a thousand-ish ringgit, but she got it at a lower price, say, harga kawan-kawan. but still, hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya tak more into branded sangat&lt;/span&gt;" is it?&lt;br /&gt;or it's just me hearing that grizzly bears have just claimed themselves vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;opps. haha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offence please, be it to the celebrity's fans or the person herself. my freedom of speech resides in my blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-6551145384620113705?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6551145384620113705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6551145384620113705' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6551145384620113705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6551145384620113705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2009/01/saya-tak-more-into-branded-sangat.html' title='&quot;saya tak more into branded sangat&quot;'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-1791494477027835813</id><published>2008-12-30T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:33:28.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tadaa~</title><content type='html'>time to say goodbye to my first blogwear, '&lt;strong&gt;red capsicum&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SVo1a0unrMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/jrSW0wz3MDc/s1600-h/insightsout+v1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285595847619751106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SVo1a0unrMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/jrSW0wz3MDc/s400/insightsout+v1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please welcome the second installment;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;flowers and flutters&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've also added chatbox alongside the column for your post-it needs.                                                  feel free to drop by ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-1791494477027835813?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1791494477027835813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=1791494477027835813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1791494477027835813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1791494477027835813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-say-goodbye-to-my-first.html' title='tadaa~'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SVo1a0unrMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/jrSW0wz3MDc/s72-c/insightsout+v1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6506913997208879618</id><published>2008-12-29T22:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:01:22.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how far we've come</title><content type='html'>i'm back :)&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;SALAM AWAL MUHARRAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a message from a friend of mine goes :&lt;br /&gt;"May Allah crown us with the best of iman, health, wealth and peace of mind in the New Year"&lt;br /&gt;amin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last few weeks have been quite hectic.i've missed a lot of things going around the virtual space i guess. and 2008's coming to an end.. how fast time flies ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with the year closing, a number of changes are about to be faced in 2009. a significant one would be on keeping up with my second year of study...haaaih. haha&lt;br /&gt;embarking on a journey in a foreign land would definitely be challenging, but i have high hopes that it would as well be enjoyable ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam nak cakap banyak lagi, tapi rasa malas nak tulis pulak hehe&lt;br /&gt;brain power is at its lowest. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and remember when i used to lament on how warm the temperature in perlis was? well i take that back. home is gila sejuk sekarang! i only used the air-conditioner the first few days i arrived home. now i have to sleep with the fan set to the slowest and still have myself wrapped up in a couple of blankets. brrrrr~ *shivering*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-6506913997208879618?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6506913997208879618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6506913997208879618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6506913997208879618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6506913997208879618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/12/tun-teja-this-is-your-part.html' title='how far we&apos;ve come'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-8987759334573639162</id><published>2008-12-29T21:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:41:11.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tun teja, this is your part :)</title><content type='html'>and this one goes to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;miss tun teja&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SVkBTwuM8HI/AAAAAAAAAc4/-v7I2b31LCQ/s1600-h/DSC_0208+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SVkBTwuM8HI/AAAAAAAAAc4/-v7I2b31LCQ/s320/DSC_0208+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285257076703817842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear long-time-my-very-good-friend,&lt;br /&gt;it's (again) your birthday, and (again) you are getting older, regardless of how hard (very hard) you want to deny your wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;ngehngehngeh =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to you, i would have to skip my flowery birthday speech. somehow rasa janggal. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;we have been going through a lot of things haven't we?&lt;br /&gt;do you know that you are one of the earliest friends i came to meet after i moved to perlis? and knowing me since form one, you must've had some rough times coping with my tantrums and schoolyear secrets kan kan? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;knowing you, instead, has given me the courage to become myself with all the support of an outstandingly loyal friend :)&lt;br /&gt;eh bunyi macam semakin flowery ja. *skip skip skip* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SVj4KhgdMWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/_a2dTdeR5So/s1600-h/DSC_0044+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SVj4KhgdMWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/_a2dTdeR5So/s400/DSC_0044+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285247022396158306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will definitely miss your presence during the upcoming two years. uhhuuuuu. thank God there's a term called 'technology'. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, happy 20th birthday. semoga panjang umur, murah rezeki, bercalon idaman &amp;amp; anak comel lalalala =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-8987759334573639162?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8987759334573639162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=8987759334573639162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8987759334573639162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8987759334573639162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-far-weve-come.html' title='tun teja, this is your part :)'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SVkBTwuM8HI/AAAAAAAAAc4/-v7I2b31LCQ/s72-c/DSC_0208+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-7764848491721306239</id><published>2008-11-21T16:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:39:16.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*lagu Barney &amp; Friends berkumandang sebagai latar*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#bcbc7b;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScP0U2lhZqc/SSLzwmO4KVI/AAAAAAAABmc/gPKlr8__0WI/s1600-h/awardiloveu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270042530199120210" style="width: 125px; height: 125px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScP0U2lhZqc/SSLzwmO4KVI/AAAAAAAABmc/gPKlr8__0WI/s320/awardiloveu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dear intan, comellnya =)&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;passing this back to u ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~"i love u; u love me; we are happy family"~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: ada siapa2 nak jugak? ambik ambik ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-7764848491721306239?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7764848491721306239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=7764848491721306239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7764848491721306239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7764848491721306239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/11/lagu-barney-friends-berkumandang.html' title='*lagu Barney &amp; Friends berkumandang sebagai latar*'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScP0U2lhZqc/SSLzwmO4KVI/AAAAAAAABmc/gPKlr8__0WI/s72-c/awardiloveu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-8730531090730379171</id><published>2008-11-19T21:23:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:23:16.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i answered u at last, mia. hehe X)</title><content type='html'>holidays here, finally~&lt;br /&gt;so everybody's pinning on me for the sin of not updating my blog regardless of this ample free time.&lt;br /&gt;i say,&lt;br /&gt;"i know u people missed me, xoxo gossip girl." kekekeh =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the process of rejuvenating in:sights:out, let me start off by answering tag question. boleh? X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to mia who have tagged me longgg ago, too long i can bet even she herself has lost the memory of it. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;MY FAVOURITE GAME :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;The most recent picture of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQpTzAxmYI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Fy_hg9kTlhw/s1600-h/DSC_0288+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270382884018035074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQpTzAxmYI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Fy_hg9kTlhw/s320/DSC_0288+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When was this taken? -last week.&lt;br /&gt;Who took it? -che nad.&lt;br /&gt;Where was it taken? -gulai kampung corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A picture of you making the peace sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSRE5k3cPxI/AAAAAAAAAcY/LpWw-787zQg/s1600-h/7727+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270413219869769490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSRE5k3cPxI/AAAAAAAAAcY/LpWw-787zQg/s320/7727+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is this picture in colour? -yupp.&lt;br /&gt;Are your nails painted in this picture? -non non no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;A picture of you with a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQrx9e1yVI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YZlCK6WBqfk/s1600-h/DSC_0201+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385601247824210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQrx9e1yVI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YZlCK6WBqfk/s320/DSC_0201+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who are you with? -nurul nashiha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;A picture of you in a weird random place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQswgJrbQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OjKyLSEABDc/s1600-h/IMG009i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270386675706195202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQswgJrbQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OjKyLSEABDc/s320/IMG009i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where were you? -in the bowling alley toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Who took the picture? -the one holding the phone ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;A picture of you in black and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQtdsXAcSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/WSlhulb6bjg/s1600-h/aliaa+primary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270387452077437218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQtdsXAcSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/WSlhulb6bjg/s320/aliaa+primary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you edit the picture to black and white or did you take it like that?&lt;br /&gt;-i edited it some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like black and white or colour better? -depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;A picture of you with a weird face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQznRosBkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HkRnnU2dRUI/s1600-h/DSC_0453+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394213772297794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQznRosBkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HkRnnU2dRUI/s320/DSC_0453+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is your face more funny or just straight up scary?&lt;br /&gt;-haha u tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A picture of you wearing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQ0EYicLrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/V3qT-2AVgbg/s1600-h/DSC_0298+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394713841348274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQ0EYicLrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/V3qT-2AVgbg/s320/DSC_0298+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where was it taken? -jusco mid valley :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A picture of you wearing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQ6J7hIb4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/E02c-EUZp-M/s1600-h/DSC00185+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270401406200213378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQ6J7hIb4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/E02c-EUZp-M/s320/DSC00185+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where was it taken? -somewhere in mid valley city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A picture of you wearing a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt; green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;colour shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQ8JxF-OJI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NS3nQ5iWzwA/s1600-h/DSC01058+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270403602425198738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQ8JxF-OJI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NS3nQ5iWzwA/s320/DSC01058+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where was it taken? -the pastis @ the gardens :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;A picture of you wearing a cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQ8jqt2EFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xcAyuKC3jV0/s1600-h/1_643157445l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270404047389986898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQ8jqt2EFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xcAyuKC3jV0/s320/1_643157445l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where was it taken? -IPBA audi, tribute to A Midsummer Night's Dream!&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i substituted the word "cap" for "an ass head". haha sori mia :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;A picture of you looking mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQ_qw8n1KI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/V5CI2HGnrhg/s1600-h/DSC05922+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270407467856549026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQ_qw8n1KI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/V5CI2HGnrhg/s320/DSC05922+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where was it taken? -scud. rambut jen masih lurus time ni ;p&lt;br /&gt;Why were you mad?&lt;br /&gt;-mad for cameras? still doesn't explain the julingness i did. haha X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyy best jugak game ini :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there goes.&lt;br /&gt;to bloggers within my mini blog nation, each of you are tagged =p&lt;br /&gt;happy menyelongkar gambar2 haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-8730531090730379171?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8730531090730379171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=8730531090730379171' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8730531090730379171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8730531090730379171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-everybodys-pinning-on-me-for-sin-of.html' title='i answered u at last, mia. hehe X)'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SSQpTzAxmYI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Fy_hg9kTlhw/s72-c/DSC_0288+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-1964496389511937787</id><published>2008-10-27T22:09:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:18:46.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the thought that counts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i was strolling my way through my virtual sites and thought that maybe posting something here would at least give lifeline to this near-death page. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing a happy diwali to vimal, denish and pavi.&lt;br /&gt;i will be missing vimal next deepavali. huuuk :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*macam la diri sendiri sambut deepavali. tak malu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;the exam for my second semester is just around the corner -starting this thursday, and it will end on monday aka the date aliaa zawani came to dunia and have been pestering her big brother ever since.&lt;br /&gt;an eltm paper to be answered in an-hour-and-a-half on my birthday? perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; gift.&lt;br /&gt;madam norzilah, berkatilah saya. uuu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;madam norzilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;, she organized an mini open house for us, the QUTees last friday.&lt;br /&gt;The food was great (laksa johor &amp;amp; sotong panggang!) but it's the thought that she actually wanted to give us a treat minus the limited space and helping hands (she only has a son to help with everything) that makes us touched.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you maa'm. we lab yuh. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SQXMSCCKCUI/AAAAAAAAATc/Y_6FGUUrhd0/s1600-h/DSC_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261836349807921474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SQXMSCCKCUI/AAAAAAAAATc/Y_6FGUUrhd0/s200/DSC_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SQXNGOZtf5I/AAAAAAAAATk/5heCR5izWTY/s1600-h/DSC_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261837246481137554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SQXNGOZtf5I/AAAAAAAAATk/5heCR5izWTY/s200/DSC_0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SQXNXu-I3II/AAAAAAAAATs/m2xYG9-uTSM/s1600-h/DSC_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261837547281636482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SQXNXu-I3II/AAAAAAAAATs/m2xYG9-uTSM/s200/DSC_0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SQXNlcI0NxI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fBSc-Z1kMco/s1600-h/DSC_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261837782744315666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SQXNlcI0NxI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fBSc-Z1kMco/s200/DSC_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SQXPO1UwSKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PIBMan-xxs8/s1600-h/DSC_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261839593391540386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SQXPO1UwSKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PIBMan-xxs8/s200/DSC_0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next, aliaa, pleaseee study.&lt;br /&gt;-_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-1964496389511937787?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1964496389511937787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=1964496389511937787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1964496389511937787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1964496389511937787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/10/thought-that-counts.html' title='the thought that counts'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SQXMSCCKCUI/AAAAAAAAATc/Y_6FGUUrhd0/s72-c/DSC_0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-2269732525225363720</id><published>2008-10-13T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:49:22.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh isn't that such a rhetoric question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;upon laughing too much just to shed dissappoiment away, you can get exhausted playing in your own mask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.i.do.have.a.heart.ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-2269732525225363720?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2269732525225363720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=2269732525225363720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2269732525225363720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2269732525225363720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-isnt-that-such-rhetoric-question.html' title='oh isn&apos;t that such a rhetoric question.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-3698019319364568708</id><published>2008-10-04T17:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:45:00.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nasi impit and kuah kacang :)</title><content type='html'>salam lebaran!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time we celebrated first of syawal here in perlis.&lt;br /&gt;it somehow feels like we didn't go googoogaagaa this time around. selamba giler.&lt;br /&gt;i guess each and every member of the zulkiplys are looking for nothing more than a peaceful break, hence the un-hectic raya preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, raya was celebrated without abang. he called early in the morning of October 1st, before eid prayer and another after the prayer. we chatted, the usual asking-for-forgiveness rituals were made, minus the sobs. hehe. abang kan, biasela. sangat laidback =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no studio pics as compared to last year, but the contentment that day was just as equal :)&lt;br /&gt;duit raya? tetap dapat :)&lt;br /&gt;but since ayah has upgraded himself into the cyber world (at least he knows what 'ym' means); i suggested he gave angpau in the forms of credit cards next time around. ngehngehngeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here here, the pictures~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SOoSjoRN_6I/AAAAAAAAASg/wUnwOdnquNY/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SOoSjoRN_6I/AAAAAAAAASg/wUnwOdnquNY/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254032318595465122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SOoTFj_S2VI/AAAAAAAAASo/18SoNlLYKhI/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SOoTFj_S2VI/AAAAAAAAASo/18SoNlLYKhI/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254032901562095954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SOoVPUqfPpI/AAAAAAAAASw/G970S94F_jI/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SOoVPUqfPpI/AAAAAAAAASw/G970S94F_jI/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254035268270243474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SOoVzb-MyfI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fkq6e5tQFQ0/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SOoVzb-MyfI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fkq6e5tQFQ0/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254035888707258866" 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/36716020-3698019319364568708?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3698019319364568708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=3698019319364568708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3698019319364568708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3698019319364568708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/10/nasi-impit-and-kuah-kacang.html' title='nasi impit and kuah kacang :)'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/SOoSjoRN_6I/AAAAAAAAASg/wUnwOdnquNY/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-4873105074056213048</id><published>2008-09-21T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:55:39.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much a strong word</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I come to know something rather shocking recently. It is something which I least expected. And this has been bothering me for a while now. I most appropriately feel that it is not for me to give the details of it here, but how can I stop to feel something which by right I should not feel so when it is just, so, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak adil&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Given this situation, how would you feel if:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone whom you think he or she likes you but doesn’t feel happy when you’re happy with something? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone who you don’t think he or she likes you, but since your trustworthy friends told you so, you feel insecure because deep down you know that that someone actually have done or talked about something that upset you behind your back?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone who might think that you might have discovered the misdemeanor (as I call it) that he or she have done to you and still doesn’t feel that he or she needs to be aware of your feeling or feedback?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone who have done something that upset you behind your back but acts as if he or she is not, instead acting up so innocent and angelic up to this day?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone who is close to you yet you are indefinite of how he or she wants you to have your life lived by when your life is actually your prerogative?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone whom you think you should (and have) cared and considered about when you saw he or she is not doing the same thing to you; although not to all but at least to the matter which is very, very close to your heart?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And an above all thing, that someone is indeed, some one person?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One person and all your heart has made shattered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How would you feel if you are in my shoes, dear readers?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And by the way, when I said I might have discovered the misdemeanor, I was stressing on the word &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;DISCOVERED&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;MIGHT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-4873105074056213048?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4873105074056213048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=4873105074056213048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4873105074056213048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4873105074056213048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-much-strong-word.html' title='too much a strong word'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-9061414997004838709</id><published>2008-08-01T12:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:29:16.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>padan muka diri sendiri.</title><content type='html'>itula.&lt;br /&gt;i was trying my very best to revamp this blog when i clumsily hit the "clear widgets" button.&lt;br /&gt;the next second, the links are all gone.&lt;br /&gt;padan muka padan muka padan muka!&lt;br /&gt;waaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;the road to a blog makeover is on the way.&lt;br /&gt;just hope i won't be that clumsy. again.&lt;br /&gt;haiyooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, blog readers (if there is any left, haha), please please please drop your link here.&lt;br /&gt;i'll do a backlink soon.&lt;br /&gt;thank you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-9061414997004838709?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/9061414997004838709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=9061414997004838709' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/9061414997004838709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/9061414997004838709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/08/padan-muka-diri-sendiri.html' title='padan muka diri sendiri.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-5588395205924563060</id><published>2008-07-06T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:25:17.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIATUS</title><content type='html'>with much apologies for not updating this blog since i-dunno-when.&lt;br /&gt;will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-5588395205924563060?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5588395205924563060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=5588395205924563060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/5588395205924563060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/5588395205924563060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/07/hiatus.html' title='HIATUS'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-3989789136047015864</id><published>2008-04-26T18:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:47:00.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how it feels like.</title><content type='html'>today i'm at home. again.&lt;br /&gt;yes i have been going back to Perlis at every given opportunity lately for some reasons which has made me so much insecure that i really really really really need my mum and dad right now.&lt;br /&gt;that i have neglected the miles between.&lt;br /&gt;talk about being 20-ish and independent and strong and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i was having ym conversation with my brother just now when i accidentally popped out one question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Aliaa: abang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Aliaa: how do u feel when u like sum1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Aiman: u think of that person je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Aiman: ape dia bwat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Aiman: sihat ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Aiman: hidup ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Aiman: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Aiman: kenapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow being 20-ish has made you think about more and more issues which you thought were only minors and can be easily be forgotten afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;truth is, they are not.&lt;br /&gt;well sometimes i tend to ignore some things i thought as strange.&lt;br /&gt;and that sometimes i thought that ignorance is a bliss as you will eventually forget those things.&lt;br /&gt;which is why i don't really enjoy sharing my personal feelings with other people.&lt;br /&gt;you see, it will be harder for you to forget something you want and should forget if you tell it to others. cause when you start spilling the beans, you get excited and all and the feeling grows and your friends will start asking more and more questions that you feel you have to answer to let them feel how good it is to be on cloud nine and before you know it, you can't take back what you have blurted out. and in case what you felt was just a one-sided feeling, all you can do now is only to keep feeling pity for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;*tarik nafas*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the question."kenapa"?&lt;br /&gt;basically because he always comes by when i least expect it?&lt;br /&gt;like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ketuk-ketuk kepala*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-3989789136047015864?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3989789136047015864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=3989789136047015864' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3989789136047015864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3989789136047015864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-it-feels-like.html' title='how it feels like.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-2289154070620336744</id><published>2008-04-06T06:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T01:01:39.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>put a title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;i am so so happy being at home yet that bitterness i tried to kick off my butt last week is still bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;consequences are; i don't feel like going back to ipba.&lt;br /&gt;and this blog is more or less turning into one pessimistic junkyard.&lt;br /&gt;i felt pity for those reading this.&lt;br /&gt;though i can't help keying in more and more annoying words.&lt;br /&gt;aaaiiiihhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;the last time i confessed on what i felt about one recent conflict surrounding the atmosphere, i wasn't aware that another one is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;oh how could i be so lousy failing to notice what ______ has done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and he didn't even show that he felt guilty by his actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;all this while i was backing somebody i hardly know one's true colours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;how sometimes people wished that saying sorry is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;if you want to play it like a game, then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;come on let's play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and yes, i purposely coloured the post black so that only people who are really concerned of the contents  read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-2289154070620336744?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2289154070620336744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=2289154070620336744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2289154070620336744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2289154070620336744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/04/put-title.html' title='put a title.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6770556043665800402</id><published>2008-03-03T06:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:30.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterflies and symphonies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R9jtQJWZZiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/N0F-XucKbJg/s1600-h/thebdaygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R9jtQJWZZiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/N0F-XucKbJg/s320/thebdaygirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177148633305933346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's nasirah's bday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am truly sorry my dear for not posting this earlier. (ayat ini dan seterusnya ditulis pada 12 Mac 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much of the assignments going on that i can't even tell myself whether i'm putting the right pair of shoes on the right soles (or not). lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok. confusions aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nasirah, Happy Birthday =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's odd that i have not much to say to you (considering i have allocated one story telling segment for you before bedtime each and every day lately haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, more prosperity, more blessings, more money, and more trips to Lembah Pantai in the future please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R9jtzJWZZjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QVD5sGA57pU/s1600-h/jeunefemme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R9jtzJWZZjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QVD5sGA57pU/s200/jeunefemme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177149234601354802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four years already eh?&lt;br /&gt;thank you for showing me the beauty of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;growing separately without growing apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;=))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the best emoticon i can put. Kalau jumpa yang lagi best i'll repost la ok dear hahah *grins*&lt;br /&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/36716020-6770556043665800402?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6770556043665800402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6770556043665800402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6770556043665800402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6770556043665800402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/03/butterflies-and-symphonies.html' title='butterflies and symphonies.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R9jtQJWZZiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/N0F-XucKbJg/s72-c/thebdaygirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6241849369908386916</id><published>2008-02-24T05:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:01:47.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neutral.</title><content type='html'>it's 5 in the morning and i am already awake.&lt;br /&gt;but not literally aware.&lt;br /&gt;so pardon me if i'm writing nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;but i bet i am not ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things happen now and then. so does conflict. yes i know this sentence is redundant.&lt;br /&gt;maybe what i need right now is not a cup of tea, but a space to clear up whatever is clinging unintentedly on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;if only you know how much i want to tell you this before.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i couldn't because i don't have the guts to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know that i don't judge people that easily.&lt;br /&gt;that i receive one's story as&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;side&lt;/span&gt; of the story.&lt;br /&gt;but if listening is the only thing i can do now, then let the ears do their job.&lt;br /&gt;my lips couldn't. it wouldn't. and it shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have gone through this, thus i don't think i want to go through it again.&lt;br /&gt;it was all messed up, more than you could imagine. well maybe you could, cause you knew about it all along, weren't you?&lt;br /&gt;i knew you knew. i too, wondered about how you took the story.&lt;br /&gt;about whether you believed it, whether you told it to your friends, whether your view towards me changed. it all went personal.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disheartening&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still i persevered. minus the help from those i had once gave my trust whole-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't hold the grudge; instead i saw the kindness of others i have never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;and even now that i know you &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; knew about it, i couldn't ask for the answers to my questions.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whine to others who should not know about what happenend is to show one's weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;itu ialah 'membawa cerita'.&lt;br /&gt;to admit is to have dignity. and those who has dignity deserves respect.&lt;br /&gt;i gave mine to you.&lt;br /&gt;i hope this will erase your doubt.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only words can explain, if only blogspot can help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-6241849369908386916?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6241849369908386916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6241849369908386916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6241849369908386916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6241849369908386916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/02/neutral.html' title='neutral.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-798216165992565579</id><published>2008-02-18T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:55:33.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues.</title><content type='html'>so i admit that i am sad right now. very, sad. so much that i cried macam hape je last night. To Mira and Shiha, i humbly apologize for the sudden breakdown. I didn't want to ruin your birthday bash, therefore i spent hours drying up my tears at the balcony. sorry again girls. For not wishing you 'Happy Birthday' on time. hope the little presents i gave do cheer you up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conflicts happen each and every day. sometimes it's hard to even breath. when it worsens, crying is what i do to help me release the pressure. Yes i know i am vulnerable. i always am. and i know it won't solve my problems but at least it helps me to calm down. Guess what? i never thought i would turn up to my little sister for words of advice. to my surprise, she gave me the strongest strength to help me get through this. she reminded me that in life there's always arguments and that He gave me challenges because He knows i can survive. imagine that coming from a 13-years-old young lady? Thank you, Aainaa. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the problem can't be solved overnight. Maybe that's what happens when emotions are involved. i just hope that i won't take this too hard that it affects my focus. God, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those close to me,i am really really really sorry if i did not act (or react) the way i should. Please bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;and attempts to cheer me up are always welcomed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah, mak, abang, aainaa, sirah, mia, IMU.&lt;br /&gt;Mira, Shiha, Izhar, Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Acab, thank you so much for being concerned.&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless all of you, as He always does.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-798216165992565579?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/798216165992565579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=798216165992565579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/798216165992565579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/798216165992565579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/02/monday-blues.html' title='monday blues.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-4266536904904993051</id><published>2008-01-28T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:30.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday abang :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R6V20yfbW5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/rZ30bIB5vpA/s1600-h/with+abang.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R6V1AyfbW4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/XBacw0dogis/s1600-h/abang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162661204264180610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R6V1AyfbW4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/XBacw0dogis/s320/abang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one goes to mr aiman zhafri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy becoming 21!&lt;br /&gt;so i have been sticking with you for 20 long years isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;since i know too well that i'm not good at giving gratitude speech especially to someone who knows me more that anybody else in the world, I guess I better skip composing one. Haha&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that I actually like you very much. =D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Only God knows how much I am proud to be your little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are as important to me as bows are to a gift.&lt;br /&gt;As icing is to a cake.&lt;br /&gt;As teddy bear is to a child.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the fact that you complement me, not overpowering me which makes me adores you.&lt;br /&gt;And the daily quarrels we had with you tolerating in the end of the day?&lt;br /&gt;And also the way you end the war between the nations of Aliaa Zawani and Aainaa Zahirah. =)&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when one of your friends told us &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;“ u guys argue a lot..but i know,u guys have each other's back. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as you embark your journey to Queensland next month, I hope you’ll do well there. We know you will. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162666830671338402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R6V6ISfbW6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/N_KPCwGmWMM/s320/with+abang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to miss you abang.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh oh. I am going to QUT too. So we’re only separating for a year?&lt;br /&gt;Aisey! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/36716020-4266536904904993051?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4266536904904993051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=4266536904904993051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4266536904904993051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4266536904904993051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-abang.html' title='happy birthday abang :)'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R6V1AyfbW4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/XBacw0dogis/s72-c/abang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-1937360217810000052</id><published>2007-12-30T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:31.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R3eGJtLv9iI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0CoGgov5-AI/s1600-h/DSCN7452+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R3eGJtLv9iI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0CoGgov5-AI/s320/DSCN7452+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149732200227272226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the break's coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;see you guys back in ipba.&lt;br /&gt;am going to miss the comfort of mum's dishes. &lt;br /&gt;and dad's eagerness of buying ketam dari nat.&lt;br /&gt;hee~&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my post's getting shorter each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;the break has made me sooo lazy. :-S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-1937360217810000052?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1937360217810000052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=1937360217810000052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1937360217810000052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1937360217810000052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='~~'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R3eGJtLv9iI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0CoGgov5-AI/s72-c/DSCN7452+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-7795469384324053045</id><published>2007-12-20T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:31.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Selamat Hari Raya Aildiladha.</title><content type='html'>Wan Cik and the whole family came to our house this morning.&lt;br /&gt;also present was Kak Ratna, Wan Cik's daughter who's now living in Johor.&lt;br /&gt;and her first child, Kyra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R2om9KTmfxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xMSocn8sLj0/s1600-h/kyra+fariesya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R2om9KTmfxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xMSocn8sLj0/s320/kyra+fariesya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145968356404657938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               Kyra Fariesya Tahir, 11 months.&lt;br /&gt;                               super duper mega ultra cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R2otrqTmfyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nFLi-JrHwJU/s1600-h/kyra+fariesya+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R2otrqTmfyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nFLi-JrHwJU/s320/kyra+fariesya+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145975752338341666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan saya ialah seorang Mak Ngah.&lt;br /&gt;bwahahahah~&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-7795469384324053045?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7795469384324053045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=7795469384324053045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7795469384324053045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7795469384324053045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/12/selamat-hari-raya-aildiladha.html' title='.Selamat Hari Raya Aildiladha.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R2om9KTmfxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xMSocn8sLj0/s72-c/kyra+fariesya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-1003854362866804722</id><published>2007-12-10T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:29:53.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>told you this break has taken its toll on me!</title><content type='html'>the never ending sessions of eating has finally showed its devilish side effect.&lt;br /&gt;haiya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the result: NAIK SATU KILO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girlytags.com/" &gt;&lt;img src="http://off1.imgcup.com/images/girly/weightLoss/weightLoss45.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not fat, i'm just BIG-BONED&lt;br /&gt;(sambil menggeleng-geleng tak bersalah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. though i know i should admit it, can i at least have my moment?&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-1003854362866804722?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1003854362866804722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=1003854362866804722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1003854362866804722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1003854362866804722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/12/told-you-this-break-has-taken-its-toll.html' title='told you this break has taken its toll on me!'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-4995105427262551828</id><published>2007-12-09T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T15:42:33.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't blame it on me. (please!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girlytags.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://off1.imgcup.com/images/girly/shopaholic/shopaholic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-4995105427262551828?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4995105427262551828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=4995105427262551828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4995105427262551828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4995105427262551828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-blame-it-on-me-please.html' title='don&apos;t blame it on me. (please!)'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-126039388191738560</id><published>2007-11-23T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T01:04:07.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mum hehe~</title><content type='html'>I was so determined to help my mum cooking for today’s lunch that I accidentally cut my thumb while slicing veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told mum that I couldn’t find my plaster.&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a minor cut; but maybe because of the over-the-top-over-shocked reaction, mum went rushing for some bandage and antiseptic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I complained, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;“wuu sakit~”&lt;/span&gt;, and guess the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mum’s well-known &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;“kalau sakit tu maksudnye kuman kat dalam jari tengah menjerit pedih tau~”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She first used this kind of explanation when I lamented of how painful it was for a 7 year old child like me to bear doctor’s treatment. She still uses it though she knows that her daughter is now a 19-year old woman-to-be.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;still believe&lt;/span&gt; her answer.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Sealed with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mummy’s love ♥&lt;/span&gt;. ececeh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R0aczMerZjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fgkrH81F_ZQ/s1600-h/IMG040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R0aczMerZjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fgkrH81F_ZQ/s200/IMG040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135964828399789618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 3pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In an unrelated incident,&lt;br /&gt;While I was looking for the Bluetooth adapter in dad’s laptop bag, I saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R0adAMerZkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dtkPWgfYh8I/s1600-h/IMG061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R0adAMerZkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dtkPWgfYh8I/s200/IMG061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135965051738089026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a handmade name-tag I made for him during my early years of learning about the craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That was way back in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;2001&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a surprise to know that he still keeps it, considering that ayah tend to forget where he put his belongings; what more a tiny piece like this. He’s using it as a keychain for his pen drives. And yes, still in good condition.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*terharu*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-126039388191738560?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/126039388191738560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=126039388191738560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/126039388191738560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/126039388191738560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/11/ibu-aku-chenta-padamu-hehe.html' title='mum hehe~'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/R0aczMerZjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fgkrH81F_ZQ/s72-c/IMG040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-9057310115473012258</id><published>2007-11-12T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:32.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lastly, and aliaa // away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; On 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; oct 07.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Went ice skating at Sunway Pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;It was the last outing this year with fellow ipbarians.&lt;br /&gt;My first skate @ the ice rink: I fell down &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;thrice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RzeqanAodeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/cnJkM9yxiDs/s1600-h/ice+skating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RzeqanAodeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/cnJkM9yxiDs/s400/ice+skating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131757674536924642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The new phase offers a wide range of goods indeed.&lt;br /&gt;And, I’m craving for that French-made &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Lollipop&lt;/span&gt; bag.&lt;/p&gt;thank you guys n gals.&lt;br /&gt;i had one happy day there.&lt;br /&gt;can we go again next year?&lt;br /&gt;but can't guarantee that i'm not going to fall anymore.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s&lt;/span&gt;: aliaa zawani will be away for 4 days. so to everyone, see you again on Friday. and mia, be good. X'P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~c u soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-9057310115473012258?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/9057310115473012258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=9057310115473012258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/9057310115473012258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/9057310115473012258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/11/lastly-and-aliaa-away.html' title='lastly, and aliaa // away.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RzeqanAodeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/cnJkM9yxiDs/s72-c/ice+skating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6739530405195579547</id><published>2007-11-11T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:32.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken chop sedap~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RzbKqnAodaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1r13AtUH268/s1600-h/bday+mard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I posted this very late. like, verry.&lt;br /&gt;Heehee sorry mard~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19/10/07: mard’s birthday bash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The quality of these pics are quite bad, I agree, but at least we had some pics hehe bolehla eh *I’m putting my puss in boots’ face now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131516301669856690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RzbO43AodbI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bEvru0mdz0w/s400/bday+mard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, happy enjoying your years of being 19 and am glad that u liked the card though it was late (again)&lt;br /&gt;And I am so impressed with your idea of compiling all the bday cards in a photo album waaah cantik sungguh!&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking of having my own soon~&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/36716020-6739530405195579547?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6739530405195579547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6739530405195579547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6739530405195579547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6739530405195579547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/11/chicken-chop-sedap.html' title='chicken chop sedap~'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RzbO43AodbI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bEvru0mdz0w/s72-c/bday+mard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-7664864355236383158</id><published>2007-11-03T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:32.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari ini saya sembilan belas :)</title><content type='html'>happy birthday to me, happy becoming 19!&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i actually wrote this on 4th of november. i purposely saved a draft on 3rd of nov so that i can write something on my birthday haha semangat gile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Ry1o514vxqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5X-KIvEtPqY/s1600-h/bdaycards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Ry1o514vxqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5X-KIvEtPqY/s400/bdaycards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128870893571786402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, loads of thank you here:&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mardhiah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;farouk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;mira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;sirah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;aten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;naveen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;melin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;bab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; zam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;fatin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;didie syikin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;amalina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;khirol&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;mahfudz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;manaal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;irza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;irrina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;bazli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; paan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;abby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;nadia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;nisah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nizam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;syafa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;amy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;jiji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ema suraya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; who are not mentioned here, tonnes of thanks for your thoughts and wishes.&lt;br /&gt;just couldn't thank you enough for the wonderful friendship and a wonderful birthday that i had.&lt;br /&gt;and, also, to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;vimal&lt;/span&gt;, thank you to you too. you are indeed one-of-a-kind haha (he wanted to be the last to wish me happy bday, he messaged the bday wish a minute before  midnight 4 nov)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah tua~~&lt;br /&gt;haha, but i like to to about it my way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;"being 19 is, in fact, another step to maturity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or farouk's way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;"no matter how old we are; kalau kite prasan muda, then we'll always be young"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after a chat with amy chong  yesterday, i guess i'm going to stick with her stand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;" not much will change compared to being 18 but the countdown to your wedding is faster already"&lt;/span&gt;(apekah?)&lt;br /&gt;haha amy took it the other way round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did say i want to revamp my page, didn't i?&lt;br /&gt;so here it is, new layouts for both my blog and my friendster. not much fancy-ness, i wanted to make it simple.&lt;br /&gt;and now that i have ample time to write blogs, i'm posting photos of our pascaexam activities.&lt;br /&gt;coming out soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-7664864355236383158?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7664864355236383158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=7664864355236383158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7664864355236383158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7664864355236383158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/11/hari-ini-saya-sembilan-belas.html' title='hari ini saya sembilan belas :)'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Ry1o514vxqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5X-KIvEtPqY/s72-c/bdaycards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-466209438027124848</id><published>2007-11-01T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T13:58:16.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>every single thing crumbles up on my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;it's 2 a.m. in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;by right i should have my sleep now. to add, i now have the license of a free girl who have claimed independence from exams and assignments. and i am home,  which i longed much.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to sleep. i recited doa tidur. i counted sheeps, camels, cows and kerbaus. but i still can't doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something is bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;i still can't help feeling &lt;b&gt;sayu&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's like i'm missing something - my friends, really.&lt;br /&gt;i myself can't figure out why. it's not that it's the first time we're away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, we have a number of holidays before, and i have always been looking forward for such breaks so that i can have naps at noons and dinners at elevens. Now that I can shop without having to worry about the curfew hour and do my past time activities.&lt;br /&gt;still, it's only a day since i left ipba and i'm missing them already.&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wanted to do some changes on my friendster page, but it just doesn’t excite me much. In the end I logged off. I went to search for some new songs, but ended up listening to Coldplay’s Trouble and KT Tunstall’s Other Side of the World, which only makes me sadder. Am I lost in my own world? *sigh*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;i still can't help letting go the feeling of &lt;b&gt;sayu-ness&lt;/b&gt;. Of leaving ipba?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am not happy being with my fammies. It’s just that..&lt;br /&gt;I guess I miss you people.&lt;br /&gt;And to know that we might not be in the same class anymore next year, it only makes me sadder.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this might sound like a little girl worrying about losing her playmates. And that that kind of feeling might fade away naturally once the little girl meets new friends.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know. Being 19 soon enough, I should’ve acted matured. Haiish.&lt;br /&gt;But I really, really, miss you people.&lt;br /&gt;:-{&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-466209438027124848?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/466209438027124848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=466209438027124848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/466209438027124848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/466209438027124848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/11/every-single-thing-crumbles-up-on-my.html' title='every single thing crumbles up on my mind.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-725014401646451508</id><published>2007-10-18T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:33.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eid mubarak + eating moments</title><content type='html'>Though it’s kinda late,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish everyone &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the messages you gave and I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Faris and Farouk&lt;/span&gt;, who celebrated their birthdays on Syawal’s eve and the day of Raya itself. Hope you guys had a great time back home.&lt;br /&gt;If I am in your shoes, I’d use my birthday as an excuse to get double angpau. Did you guys do the same? *winks*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As usual, personally, raya to me is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a family get-together moment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t met some of my relatives for quite a while. And I still couldn’t find out why it’s so hard for me to talk to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Chik Ani&lt;/span&gt;’s son. Again. The same goes to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Walang&lt;/span&gt;’s son. Pemalukah aku? Haha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Beyond it all, was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a one-giant-feast&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;I got to eat laksa for I don’t know how many times. Perlisians you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wancik&lt;/span&gt;’s house one the second day of raya. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kyra&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kak Ratna&lt;/span&gt;’s daughter is sooo cute. Like her mother. Serupa mashimaro. haha &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Syamel&lt;/span&gt;’s house, but he’s not home. He’s going to Aussie to pursue architecture next year. So it means that both he and abang will be leaving me soon. :( &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Auntie Aishah&lt;/span&gt; bagi makan =). Apart from Wancik’s laksa, Auntie Aishah’s dishes are my favourite. Tu sebab tiap-tiap tahun pergi rumah dia. (Syamel, bagi duit raya cepat~) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Uncle Elias&lt;/span&gt; too, sembang lagi. Thank God I didn’t touch about the landscaping topic. Or else, dia sembang sampai pagi esok. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RxdOfeRa0ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MKB9lA3dsR4/s1600-h/raya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RxdOfeRa0ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MKB9lA3dsR4/s320/raya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122649403766264210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Went back to my hometown, Perak on the third day of raya. As usual, makan lagi. Rumah &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Anjang&lt;/span&gt; serupa bagi makan tetamu lapan kali sehari. Anjang’s neighbour-to-be’s daughter is soo adorable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RxdPH-Ra0aI/AAAAAAAAAN8/5kOVE853LGI/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RxdPH-Ra0aI/AAAAAAAAAN8/5kOVE853LGI/s320/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122650099550966178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Chu Ita&lt;/span&gt;’s house. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Qayyum&lt;/span&gt;, Chuita’s first child has grown taaaall. Haiiih. Rindu sama &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wan Chu Bibah&lt;/span&gt;. She cooked Laksa Mi - available only in Perak. Rindu lagi. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Chik Ani&lt;/span&gt;, she has slimmed down a lot. And her children. Hmm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And yeah, everybody’s starting to call me &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Aainaa&lt;/span&gt;. And they call my sis &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Aliaa&lt;/span&gt;. Mum and Dad sometimes (accidentally) called her kakak too. She has grown so fast, most of my relatives barely recognized her. Imagine hearing “udah seghope macam kakaknye dah budak ni?” for a thousand of times. I’m now having a twin with seven years old difference. Cannot bear looking at her frowning face every time I said that she’s ‘becoming an anak dara already’. Muka menyampah gile tu. Is she looking old? Or am I getting younger? haha&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I had a great time, minus the time constraint.&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving for college soon. And the exam. Urgh. Buku belum khatam. Bak kata abang, study smart la konon. Jeez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-725014401646451508?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/725014401646451508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=725014401646451508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/725014401646451508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/725014401646451508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/10/eid-mubarak-eating-moments.html' title='eid mubarak + eating moments'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RxdOfeRa0ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MKB9lA3dsR4/s72-c/raya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-7807025133727314652</id><published>2007-10-05T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:33.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for miss alia~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Rw0iFuRa0WI/AAAAAAAAANc/IbzWNxQxfuc/s1600-h/DSCN1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Rw0iFuRa0WI/AAAAAAAAANc/IbzWNxQxfuc/s320/DSCN1407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119785833105903970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear miss we-share-the-same-name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sure that you are very happy of being a year older today, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the class sang 'happy birthday' to you, in a way i was terasa jugak..haha nevermind i can manage tempias wishes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;still, you are much younger than i am, so cheerio!&lt;/div&gt;i too, was always looking forward for my 18th birthday tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you wanna know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;cause for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;being 18 means you are outta secondary school~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;being 18 means you can get your driving license~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;being 18 means you can officially get married~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and being 18 also means that you can now legally watch classified-for-18andabove-movies~&lt;/div&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not that i really want to have obtain these things; after all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;abis secondary school, still kene further study jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;driving license memang dapat dah, tapi tak rajin drive pun.&lt;/div&gt;dah boleh kawin, tapi bukan nak kawin sekarang pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and watching above 18 movies? as if i can bear watching gory scenes macam hannibal rising tu? (",)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;still, there's this part in your mind which made you to think that you must reach this certain age so that you are accepted for doing certain things, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevertheless, looking back at the old memories, you will always hope that times never did pass this fast. just as much as you can't wait to face the future, yes?&lt;br /&gt;confusing, but aliaa zawani did think about it this way. and she still thinks the same, even now. heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, enjoy your birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;miss alia nur dodgson &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-7807025133727314652?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7807025133727314652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=7807025133727314652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7807025133727314652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7807025133727314652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-miss-alia.html' title='for miss alia~'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Rw0iFuRa0WI/AAAAAAAAANc/IbzWNxQxfuc/s72-c/DSCN1407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-4286805159041495955</id><published>2007-10-04T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:33.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dear neighbour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"why are you looking so S-A-D?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;it's the first thing he asked me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"how would you know if i'm sad?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"i'm your neighbour. i've been sitting beside you for more than a year. of course i'd know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;just how can you see i'm in trouble even when i can't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely, i never thought that he would become one of my good friends here.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes the people who make a difference in our lives are not necessarily the ones with genius brains, most money, or most awards. They are the ones that care.&lt;br /&gt;he is motivational, though he always claims that "if i tell my words to other people, it works. it's not working when it comes to myself" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he once said to me, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ethically, you are good. morally, you are not.&lt;/span&gt; why? ethical cause you stick to your ethics. low in morality cause you dislike &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;{someone}&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;harsh; but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and you give me really good advice like the best Agony Aunt&lt;/span&gt; ;))&lt;br /&gt;there's a proverb that goes 'only friends will tell you when your face is dirty.'&lt;br /&gt;he's telling me that, huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;vimal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Rw0e7-Ra0VI/AAAAAAAAANU/a3cwOjcqlO8/s1600-h/1_120662185l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Rw0e7-Ra0VI/AAAAAAAAANU/a3cwOjcqlO8/s320/1_120662185l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119782367067296082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/36716020-4286805159041495955?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/4286805159041495955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=4286805159041495955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4286805159041495955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/4286805159041495955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-dear-neighbour.html' title='my dear neighbour.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/Rw0e7-Ra0VI/AAAAAAAAANU/a3cwOjcqlO8/s72-c/1_120662185l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-8589694330238073086</id><published>2007-09-27T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T02:37:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if u really need to know, ask me :)</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I do wonder why are there people who like to know every single thing about one’s relationship? To feel bad not knowing about the latest news of one’s social life? It is that important? I believe that each person in this world is different to the other person sitting next to them. And thus, one might view one’s privacy, priority and popularity differently. Someone’s private life differs to someone else’s. One might claim that by doing so, it is for the betterment of oneself. But others may think that he/she is desperate for some cheap fame. Come to think of it, how you yourself define your own private life is different even to your best friend, isn’t it? A might prefer to tell everyone in the room that she just ended up her relationship with her boyfriend; and the grief-stricken B might cry in front of her colleague complaining about her partner cheating on her. But would C do the same? We control our own privacy. If someone doesn’t want to tell about her relationship to others, then people should not force her to do so. She will tell you if she wants to; but if she doesn’t, then that big brain of yours should have got the message, right? Wrong? As for me, OF COURSE, I like gossipics more that politics. And I must have, in any point of asking whether the rumour is true or not; urged that person to spill the beans even if the person is reluctant to (in the first few minutes). But if these people insisted that they want to keep it cool, so just leave them alone! I know it’s not that easy for someone to tell others about what he or she feels inside. Even I still find it difficult sometimes to tell others about what I feel - personally speaking. Not to mention telling your stories to the people who are not your cliques, and have the tendency of ‘spilling’ or ‘blurting’ or ‘just-gimme-whatever-excuse-i-know-you-did-that-on-purpose-ing’ to others! And what’s more, it’s irritating to tell someone off politely when she is not asking the question to you in a proper manner! }:-I&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I don’t find it as a problem if people want to share whatever relationship they have with the rest of the world. I mean, it’s their choice and if they think that it is for the betterment of all, then by all means be it. I myself may do so, one day, when I’m ready and most importantly when I am comfortable with it. I place myself as someone who is in the process of opening herself. Conservative you can call me, but I am flexible when the need of doing so is there. If there is something which I want to share, then I’ll tell it. If not, then I won’t. And if you really need to know, you are always welcomed to ask me. Proper questions deserve proper answers, and vice versa. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-8589694330238073086?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8589694330238073086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=8589694330238073086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8589694330238073086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8589694330238073086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-u-really-need-to-know-ask-me.html' title='if u really need to know, ask me :)'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-1263444364260939553</id><published>2007-09-23T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:33.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey darl, it's your birthday~</title><content type='html'>sometimes when i feel so down and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're always near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113136986139036786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RvWC_5K6jHI/AAAAAAAAANE/yfg3Fu6CY3I/s320/DSCN6954+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our ups and downs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trials and tribulations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we overcome it time by time, day by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till we can even read unspoken biatchings by just looking at each other's eyes hehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am fortunate to have you as my roommate, my colleague, my companion, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping that this invisible bond will last as long as it can be- till you have someone as cute as adlina aida, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday jane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're 19 years old now. good luck for another 19 years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-1263444364260939553?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/1263444364260939553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=1263444364260939553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1263444364260939553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/1263444364260939553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey-darl-its-your-birthday.html' title='hey darl, it&apos;s your birthday~'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RvWC_5K6jHI/AAAAAAAAANE/yfg3Fu6CY3I/s72-c/DSCN6954+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-690248806900013849</id><published>2007-08-21T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:06:17.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obituary.</title><content type='html'>today, 3-ish in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;my cat died.&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-690248806900013849?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-8320396365587708217</id><published>2007-08-05T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:33.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dearest jen and aten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RrTEniK-hfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7ZiaCoIZ78A/s1600-h/DSC07850.JPG"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094913261929661938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RrTEniK-hfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7ZiaCoIZ78A/s400/DSC07850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please recover&lt;br /&gt;soon! am looking&lt;br /&gt;forward for another girls-day-out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: mereka sakit konjuktivitis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-8320396365587708217?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8320396365587708217/comments/default' 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updated my blog for ages and this is the only thing i manage to write now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-7261491548146328208?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7261491548146328208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=7261491548146328208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7261491548146328208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7261491548146328208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/05/lost-for-words.html' title='lost for words.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-5135462576679922943</id><published>2007-04-30T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:48:40.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever?</title><content type='html'>this goes to miss intan aka fieyka who tagged me some time ago&lt;br /&gt;(but sorry i didnt complete it till today..hehe okay eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(the questions are getting more ambiguous towards the end, so just run along ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sat on your rooftop?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--once. i was small at that time, so that was fine (then) hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kissed someone in the rain?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--something, if not someone. i once kissed opah's pokok mempelam in the rain. weird? i thought so too..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Danced in a public place?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--once. haha burok rupenye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smiled for no reason?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--occasionally. getting more often lately~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laughed so hard you cried?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--yes! enjoying though it hurts! haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peed your pants after age 8?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--no. unfortunately. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Written a song?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--once, but it was because it's compulsory. but my lyric sounded too patriotic. yawn~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sang to someone for no reason?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--yes. and that person frowned to me like seriously. kwang3..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Performed on a stage?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--yup. joget pahang! ahaha lawak juge!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talked to someone you don't know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--yes.one of the ways to create friendship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gone out of your way to befriend someone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--once. twice?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Made out in a theatre?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--haram..haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gone roller skating since 8th grade?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--(ye la intan, lia pun tak faham.) what grade? and i dont really know how to roller skate. roller blade boleh la&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been in love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say HI to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--cashier kfc "helo selamat pagi makan sini atau bawa pulang?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell you, I love you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--often (ambiguous) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kiss you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--who? mum? always&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hug you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--mum and sis? always too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell you BYE?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--yes. then followed by "see you tomorrow"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Write you a note?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--occasionally. the Post-It kinda notes.hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take your photo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--who? friends? yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Call your cell phone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buy you something?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--loads&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go with you to the movies?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--jen. that was quite some time ago..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sing to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--my sis. sounded horrible but still..clap clap! haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Write a poem about you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--once. still in my keepsake. like it alot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Text message you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--leela. (today's her bday)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Touch you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--who? mum? (ambiguous lagi)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time you laughed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--i laughed alot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time you cried?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--alot too? hahaas no lah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Movie you watched?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--the art of seduction (a korean flick)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joke you told?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--dun really remember..it's spontaneous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Song you've sang?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--ciara &amp;amp; bow wow's "like you"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time you've looked at the clock?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--now. 11.34 pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drink you've had?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--cendol puluit! sooo kangar-ish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number you've dialed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--sirah's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Book you've read?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--not yet! haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Food you've eaten?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--many. too many~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flavor of gum chewed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--havent chewed gum for ages&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shoes you've worn?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--reebok's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Store you've been in?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--the store (i'm in perlis, mind ya!) kakaka&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thing you've said?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--"banyak juge soalan yang nak kene jawab ni!" hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Write with both hands?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--able to, but it's a total mess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whistle?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--using the whistle? that i can do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blow a bubble?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--using the bubble maker? yes. chewing gums? no. (unfortunately)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roll your tounge in a circle?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--unable to. but both dad and sis can. tak aci!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cross your eyes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--hah, this one i can! hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Touch your tounge to your nose?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--ye la intan, tak sampai..haha (still trying nih!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dance?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gleek?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--skip--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay up a whole night without sleep?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--once. thrilling and chilling at the same time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speak a different language?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--malay? yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Impersonate someone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--hehe. sometimes. (enjoying!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prank call people?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--used to. "assalamualaikum, pejabat khairat kematian kangar,perlis. boleh saya bantu?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make a card pyramid?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--when i was in standard 6. tu la sekali..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cook anything?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--penkek susu? (enquiries and comments? ask jeniffer)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If i were ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--you? lagu hoobastank kah? haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dun have to do assigments? fuh selamat..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many people don't know that ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--ejaan nama bapaku dan bapa intan sama. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--anak encik zul. hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart is ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--red in colour? sure?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-5135462576679922943?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5135462576679922943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=5135462576679922943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/5135462576679922943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/5135462576679922943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-you-ever.html' title='have you ever?'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6721957303738261473</id><published>2007-04-26T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:35.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back home.finally~</title><content type='html'>yeay i'm finally home!!&lt;br /&gt;been missing perlis since i left home last month. somehow i dont think that 1 week is enough to curb all the excitement chewah~&lt;br /&gt;sadly my brother couldnt come along as he's having some kind of event this weekend, so it was just me and damdam who went back this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; as clumsy as we could be, dam and i bought the ticket for 9.30 pm's - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT 9.30 am! &lt;/span&gt;aiyo ("-.-)fortunately there were two unoccupied seats left- so the kind bus conductor changed the tickets for us. haaah~&lt;br /&gt;but then, he said something like this while handing us the tickets-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"lain kali check dulu jadual kat tiket tu ye. nasib baik ade lebih tempat duduk lagi. kalo tak maunye tak balik" (intonasi jujur la jugak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so loud and clear *and with the loghat utara too* that the passengers in front of us turned to have a loooong look at us- hah seriously malu gileeee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;we ate laksa at one of the hentian plus. the choices of food there were so so limited that we ended up eating laksa. and no- laksa itu sunggoh cheroi kuahnye serupa time zaman sekolah rendah tahap 1 punye kantin dulu tu je. yarrrgh!! (trauma budak darjah 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;have been receiving calls from my friends asking me to meet up. some told me that they wanna try the newly added kfc outlet in kangar. haha jakun amat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;besides meeting my family, i finally got the chance to hold john stripe the cat again after leaving him last month. and though he's not the 'typical omigod so beautiful' kind of cat, at least he's smart. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;my travelling bag is full of books- homework and assignments- which gives the indication that i have to limit my hols mood. jeeeez-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and yes, sorry i couldnt upload my pictures taken during ipba's convo yesterday- some of the pictures are still inside amer's phone. and the ones taken using my cam are inside the sd card which i accidentally left in my room this morning. pandainyeeeee. so i'll upload the pictures taken some time ago as a replacement ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-these photos were taken last friday&lt;br /&gt;--marked as naveen's first attempt on wearing baju melayu. he borrowed it from fellow friend khirol, and since khirol's shoulder is wider than his, that baju melayu somehow made him looked shorter...eheh but still baju melayu looks good on him =). also marked as farouk's first attempt on promoting his baju raya. looks good on him too =)&lt;br /&gt;--and so we took our family pictures in front of our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDMk_RhzDI/AAAAAAAAALI/IijMcFnuwFo/s1600-h/DSCN6315.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDNzfRhzEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3DAjbc4Um-4/s1600-h/DSCN6315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057768665989106754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDNzfRhzEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3DAjbc4Um-4/s200/DSCN6315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDOGPRhzFI/AAAAAAAAALY/z2kACmVkJ_A/s1600-h/DSCN6318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057768988111653970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDOGPRhzFI/AAAAAAAAALY/z2kACmVkJ_A/s200/DSCN6318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDOVfRhzGI/AAAAAAAAALg/cP1QTfkxXUo/s1600-h/DSCN6323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057769250104659042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDOVfRhzGI/AAAAAAAAALg/cP1QTfkxXUo/s200/DSCN6323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDPd_RhzHI/AAAAAAAAALo/_rO1djzCKkU/s1600-h/DSCN6326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057770495645174898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDPd_RhzHI/AAAAAAAAALo/_rO1djzCKkU/s200/DSCN6326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057774468489923714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDTFPRhzII/AAAAAAAAALw/aiH9EZA3PVI/s320/DSCN6325.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDT_vRhzJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/M2lpCktTexo/s1600-h/DSCN6328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057775473512270994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDT_vRhzJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/M2lpCktTexo/s200/DSCN6328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDU0fRhzKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xdB2cbIl4-k/s1600-h/DSCN6324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057776379750370466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDU0fRhzKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xdB2cbIl4-k/s200/DSCN6324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDVSfRhzLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0q8c0F2aa9M/s1600-h/DSCN6330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057776895146446002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDVSfRhzLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0q8c0F2aa9M/s200/DSCN6330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDVlPRhzMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/W6u-RYj6Ce4/s1600-h/DSCN6339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057777217268993218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDVlPRhzMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/W6u-RYj6Ce4/s200/DSCN6339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057777560866376914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDV5PRhzNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bqXJurov_DM/s320/DSCN6332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-6721957303738261473?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6721957303738261473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6721957303738261473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6721957303738261473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6721957303738261473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-homefinally.html' title='back home.finally~'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RjDNzfRhzEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3DAjbc4Um-4/s72-c/DSCN6315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-5982820879713367310</id><published>2007-04-15T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:37.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiHzifK1HEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/16WvVbotV0M/s1600-h/DSCN6298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiHzifK1HEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/16WvVbotV0M/s320/DSCN6298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053588030694431810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;najlaa&lt;/span&gt; called me this morning and told me that she's with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ilah&lt;/span&gt; in ipbmm today- and she wanted to meet me. she's currently studying engineering in uia. (we've known each other since form 2- the loudest friend i ever have, though. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to kfc section 14.&lt;br /&gt;we haven't seen each other since i went to matrix.&lt;br /&gt;she has gained weight- but is still thinner than me. heheh&lt;br /&gt;and she is as loud as ever- to add with ilah, we seemed like we have never dined at kfc before. poor kids. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH2VvK1HKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZENpKyOPBVU/s1600-h/DSCN6281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH2VvK1HKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZENpKyOPBVU/s200/DSCN6281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053591110185983138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH2ofK1HLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6qleZvkIKAs/s1600-h/DSCN6282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH2ofK1HLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6qleZvkIKAs/s200/DSCN6282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053591432308530354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;indulging the ice cream (&gt;_&lt;) luv it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH1YvK1HHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kHxMAW8HtoA/s1600-h/DSCN6287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH1YvK1HHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kHxMAW8HtoA/s200/DSCN6287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053590062213962866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH1wPK1HII/AAAAAAAAAHo/_DY5FfFnhyk/s1600-h/DSCN6288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH1wPK1HII/AAAAAAAAAHo/_DY5FfFnhyk/s200/DSCN6288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053590465940888706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH2HfK1HJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Uv6FRTWwNok/s1600-h/DSCN6289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH2HfK1HJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Uv6FRTWwNok/s200/DSCN6289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053590865372847250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH-v_K1HOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gxKXbDvEKHs/s1600-h/DSCN6294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH-v_K1HOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gxKXbDvEKHs/s200/DSCN6294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053600357250571490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we got balloons too- credits to ilah's  "mana aci budak2 ja dapat belon? kami pon nak jugak bleh ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (told you they're LOUD) haahaas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH3M_K1HMI/AAAAAAAAAII/41Rl8UCm4xw/s1600-h/DSCN6284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH3M_K1HMI/AAAAAAAAAII/41Rl8UCm4xw/s200/DSCN6284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053592059373755586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we talked a lot- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;exchanging news-gossips-study-problems-relationships-family-and life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i love&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; reunions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH0EfK1HFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/51GDR4ytzVw/s1600-h/DSCN6308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiH0EfK1HFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/51GDR4ytzVw/s320/DSCN6308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053588614809984082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, here's a shoutout specially dedicated to mia:&lt;br /&gt;though you might not be able to read my blog for the time being, i just want to wish you all the best for your final exam. and based on your results before, i am so positively sure that you'll get a great result this time as well. i know how hard you study (real hard,yes it is) so be calm when you are in the exam hall okays! traditionally speaking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;GOOD LUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S: gambar time lia pergi KAGUM aka "sukan something2" (you said so) tu nanti lia upload la ok? lebih main-main dari main sukan pon. haha&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/36716020-5982820879713367310?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/5982820879713367310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=5982820879713367310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/5982820879713367310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/5982820879713367310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunday.html' title='sunday.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiHzifK1HEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/16WvVbotV0M/s72-c/DSCN6298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-3720503690101177200</id><published>2007-04-11T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:40:28.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been tagged! (again!)</title><content type='html'>this is my first time i log to in:sights:out (after i-dunno-how-long-it-has-been)&lt;br /&gt;and i just found out that i've been tagged by tasha&lt;br /&gt;so tasha, sorry for the late reply!&lt;br /&gt;seems like i have been through a lot of things lately, so sorry for the absence (chewah, bajet macam VIP pulak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i do when i'm angry..&lt;br /&gt;it actually is somehow similar to tasha's, so i'll just comment and edit some, ok?&lt;br /&gt;(referring to tasha's list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(i'll go for no 1 3 5 and 6 when i'm angry)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the reasons are: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;no 1 : seems like this is the one you just cannot escape from merengus tau! cause when i'm mad at someone it'll mostly sounds like "eeeeee...eeee..geram btollll!!" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(repeated so many times, though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;heheh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;no 2: i don't usually slam the door or table as i'm afraid of the 'slamming' sound? like "DUUMMM!!" and i'll go &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart-attacked&lt;/span&gt; huahuahuah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;no 3: yesy yawping memang best! but only if the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'bantal tersebut baru sahaja dicuci' &lt;/span&gt;then i'll go for this one hahaha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;no 4: i can't notice that i'm talking non-stop when i am angry because i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;talk non-stop&lt;/span&gt; ALL THE TIME? haah..xcaya tanye farouk..=)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;no 5: oo yess, i'll keep quiet because it seems like the easiest thing to do..because even if i talk, it'll be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'high-pitched shrieking sound' (aiya)&lt;/span&gt; n therefore it's better for me to keep quiet for the peacefulness of others huhu..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;no 6: i'll have to agree with this. when this happens, maybe it somehow means that you are angry but just don't want to disgrace others so it's better to keep shut and eventually the tears went rolling down the cheek *sigh* but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to be realistic, i do not prefer doing this&lt;/span&gt; because it is very very very noticeable if i cry. in my case, having &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;two big doopy eyes&lt;/span&gt; are, well, big enough, so adding the swollen-ness to it will only make me look like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the woman who had set guinness world record for pooping her eyes out&lt;/span&gt; (i'm not sure what her name is, but i surely looked like her tau)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;heh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and one more thing i would like to add:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;when i'm angry, i will most probably &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tell it to my mother&lt;/span&gt;. call me "anak mak" or whatever it is, but it seems like the mother is the best person, and the best way you can curb your anger. i mean, anger+worry+sadness+every other thing in the world. she is always the best listener, the one who can calm you in minutes (through direct conversation) or maybe some more minutes (through phone call), the most rationale-based commentator, the one who tells you to calm down instead of going for rampage, and the best thing of all, be by your side. all of the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;missing my mum la pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-3720503690101177200?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/3720503690101177200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=3720503690101177200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3720503690101177200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/3720503690101177200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-been-tagged-again.html' title='i&apos;ve been tagged! (again!)'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-6128332142011229468</id><published>2007-03-29T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:52:38.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sports day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIOPPK1HdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/95CQVfWHTK4/s1600-h/DSCN6163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIOPPK1HdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/95CQVfWHTK4/s320/DSCN6163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053617386795900370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures and acts from us-marching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIIqfK1HRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ja4HLYcwCwU/s1600-h/DSCN6125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIIqfK1HRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ja4HLYcwCwU/s200/DSCN6125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053611257877568786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIIIfK1HPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AfwswSHNtWc/s1600-h/DSCN6123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIIIfK1HPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AfwswSHNtWc/s200/DSCN6123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053610673762016498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIIbPK1HQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7104KKmLdRo/s1600-h/DSCN6124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIIbPK1HQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7104KKmLdRo/s200/DSCN6124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053610995884563714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIJCfK1HSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/24am6eRLJTw/s1600-h/453330433l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIJCfK1HSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/24am6eRLJTw/s200/453330433l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053611670194429218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports houses' mascots: i'll go for shrek and fiona though- they're hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIKiPK1HWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6T-lvKbj6hI/s1600-h/DSCN6126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIKiPK1HWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6T-lvKbj6hI/s200/DSCN6126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053613315166903650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIK0PK1HXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/D_zhax3x_Ms/s1600-h/DSCN6133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIK0PK1HXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/D_zhax3x_Ms/s200/DSCN6133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053613624404548978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiILD_K1HYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F0gAwdn1cTQ/s1600-h/DSCN6130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiILD_K1HYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F0gAwdn1cTQ/s320/DSCN6130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053613894987488642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIKJPK1HVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9hOmXAMzAuU/s1600-h/DSCN6156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIKJPK1HVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9hOmXAMzAuU/s200/DSCN6156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053612885670174034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but nothing's funnier than the comical looks of the lecturers themselves- arguing for who's team's better! haha&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and not to be missed, us cam-freaking the whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIPH_K1HfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9ObjmXWY7Yc/s1600-h/DSCN6131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIPH_K1HfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9ObjmXWY7Yc/s200/DSCN6131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053618361753476594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiINF_K1HaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xxlv4EHb7Ek/s1600-h/DSCN6145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiINF_K1HaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xxlv4EHb7Ek/s200/DSCN6145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053616128370482594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIO3_K1HeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DcsMQKXD4TQ/s1600-h/DSCN6134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIO3_K1HeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DcsMQKXD4TQ/s320/DSCN6134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053618086875569634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIN1_K1HcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4W2nRtdKKxQ/s1600-h/DSCN6139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIN1_K1HcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4W2nRtdKKxQ/s200/DSCN6139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053616953004203458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiINqPK1HbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/c0VrqTQjuHE/s1600-h/DSCN6154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiINqPK1HbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/c0VrqTQjuHE/s200/DSCN6154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053616751140740530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the incident of the day would be: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"tragedi abang halim kene jerut"&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/36716020-6128332142011229468?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/6128332142011229468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=6128332142011229468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6128332142011229468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/6128332142011229468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/03/sports-day.html' title='sports day'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/RiIOPPK1HdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/95CQVfWHTK4/s72-c/DSCN6163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-7422614472395589289</id><published>2007-03-21T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:03:43.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been tagged too!</title><content type='html'>ok..after such a long time since my last update , i decided to write about the happiest verb i can do best- eating!! hehe&lt;br /&gt;i was tagged by tasha to list down 10 things i ate today and yesterday. (thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not in particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;tuna &amp; cheese sandwich&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bihun sup pak lang &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kuih karipap mini (credits to izza)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kuih tebaloi sarawak (credits to jen)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;popcorn and coke (gsc mv)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kuetiaw sup (yg isinya lebih lada sulah drpd daging ayam) (-_-")panas lidahku..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;french salad (francophonie nite!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kuih putu kua beras made by kuntum bt jusoh (haha suke nama tu)- credits to che nad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kfc xmeal regular combo and....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vitamins? haha kire makan jugak tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did anyone realize that i ate too much fast food yesterday? and that majorly what i consumed were free-of-charge? hehe guess my life is blissful after all! (farouk &amp;amp; mia, tolong jangan jeles!)muahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;care to list yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-7422614472395589289?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7422614472395589289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=7422614472395589289' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7422614472395589289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7422614472395589289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-been-tagged-too.html' title='i&apos;ve been tagged too!'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-2366334969282603498</id><published>2007-03-02T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:28:16.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of all things, why?</title><content type='html'>i like what i went through today.&lt;br /&gt;receive smiles, from someone i dearly hope to smile at me, and have the best clinging friends around, i love it.&lt;br /&gt;being normal. to lie at times, to be sincere at other times, to like and love what others around me love. just being plain me.&lt;br /&gt;but there is somebody who is quiet connected with my life - my mate, is not as what i expected her to be.&lt;br /&gt;she looks so incredibly innocent, it's like you won't believe what is really beneath those innocent looks if another friend of yours who spilled the true story to you is someone you don't really have faith in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she does what she does not mean.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, she did what she didn't say to us- her friends.&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine someone telling you about something when she actually did it the other way round?&lt;br /&gt;telling you that she will never ever ever in her life go out with one male friend of hers- or even have any connection with him, when the only thing she did with her hand phone is calling and messaging him?&lt;br /&gt;i know this is none of my business, because it's her life after all, but then, do you really have to tell us your everyday schedule, of meeting someone you barely know from myspace (and it's not just once or twice), of your famous friends (and as if i know ANY of them), with whom you are going out with, how you persuaded your boyfriend to buy expensive things for you, and how proud you are when you make your boyfriend cry for you? and most of all, you cheated on him by having ANOTHER lover? for a long period pulak tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are in your boyfriend's shoe, won't you be triggered by these facts?&lt;br /&gt;won't you be angry? disappointed? thinking of how dumb you are after all this while?&lt;br /&gt;thinking about i in the aspect of morality, just how could you?&lt;br /&gt;i bought my food with my own money. i watch movies with my own money. i buy perfumes and go shopping with faten and intan using my parents' money, and my parents let me do it, but you condemned us by saying "aku doa anak2 aku nanti tak macam korang, selalu membazir-" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then how about you? how about golddigging your partnerS?&lt;br /&gt;tak rase segan dengan orang lain ke? dah buat salah, lagi nak mengaku, pulak tu rase bangga?&lt;br /&gt;even izzaidah has a boyfriend, but she is not like what you are.&lt;br /&gt;and still, you have no sense of feeling embarrased about it.&lt;br /&gt;besides, what i spent on is using my parents' money, and they allowed me do it and we can still live this life the way we do it, and no you don't have to be jealous of what i have. cause i don't own everything. but still, i am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;at least i never went out with a complete stranger. duhh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i do not know her very well, and that i cant read what is exactly running inside her mind. i know i do not have a boyfriend like she is, and therefore i might not have any say in this, but&lt;br /&gt;if i am in her partner's place, and i come to discover what she had done behind me,&lt;br /&gt;i would most probably ask her, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"is it true? why? doing all of this, why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you answer the question?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-2366334969282603498?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/2366334969282603498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=2366334969282603498' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2366334969282603498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/2366334969282603498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/03/of-all-things-why.html' title='of all things, why?'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-8243651206153582085</id><published>2007-02-25T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:40.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in ipba.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/ReF4e7FaIqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8TFVaTRjRRQ/s1600-h/DSCN2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/ReF4e7FaIqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8TFVaTRjRRQ/s320/DSCN2288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035438331028710050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest mum, miss u already!&lt;br /&gt;see u next 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(owh, and mock exam is coming..adeh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-8243651206153582085?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/8243651206153582085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=8243651206153582085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8243651206153582085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/8243651206153582085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-in-ipba.html' title='back in ipba.'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/ReF4e7FaIqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8TFVaTRjRRQ/s72-c/DSCN2288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36716020.post-7641097138151136549</id><published>2007-02-20T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T01:31:02.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contented~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the sweet little song i like:&lt;br /&gt;You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You never know dear, how much i love You. please don't take my sunshine away. the other night dear, while i was sleeping, i dreamt i had You in my arms. when i awoke dear, i was mistaken. so i hung my head and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so sweet and i can't see another just like You. times spent chatting with You makes my day, even if it's a little chat. i want to tell You how much You mean to me, truly madly deeply.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;haaahs. pls bear with me ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36716020-7641097138151136549?l=aliaazawani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/feeds/7641097138151136549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36716020&amp;postID=7641097138151136549' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7641097138151136549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36716020/posts/default/7641097138151136549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliaazawani.blogspot.com/2007/02/contented.html' title='contented~'/><author><name>aliaaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16226672440649408193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Ukvn3XTZos/S2oGqPJ7WRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uFOnk849IGQ/S220/DSC_0145.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
