<?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-5921082571283242324</id><updated>2012-01-28T18:20:08.161+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the endless drama of a boring life</title><subtitle type='html'>this blog might serve you nothing as the owner is positively boring. if you care much then u get much. if you care less then you get less.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>299</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-6310236738026332534</id><published>2010-08-02T18:50:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:04:31.447+10:00</updated><title type='text'>unstable</title><content type='html'>last update was on mid of june?what the &amp;amp;^%$#^@**%#%^!!!sungguh tidak patut itu bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i said... never trust this boring lady (@+@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reasons of not updating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- technical problemo. laptop is now just a piece of junk. motherboard breakdown. so am using my very first laptop. old version. heavy n could only work with power supply. yet still...alhamdulillah ada la gak leh guna kannnnn =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- low internet speed. but the good news is...tada!  celcom is improving its service here. takde lagi dah nyet nyet nyet cam siput khinzir. it's now phew phew phew like angin bayu. smooth n steady but not in chaotic breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- higher interest rate in tv marathon. desperate housewives, monk, how i met ur mother, next top model, kimora n bla bla bla. best companions eva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weekend escapes. am always in kl over the weekend. dah tu internet mmg sayonara terus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...at present, it's not only blogging that i ignore, but facebook as well. no more comment replies, message tailing, photo viewing. it's now a hard once a week check in. login, silent check n sign out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurmmm... sometimes i wonder. is it me who's dragging myself away from world? people may say this n i may just agree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-6310236738026332534?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/6310236738026332534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=6310236738026332534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6310236738026332534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6310236738026332534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2010/08/unstable.html' title='unstable'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3525450044405885606</id><published>2010-06-17T13:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:24:30.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'>erghhh...phufff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;okay i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;lame excuses. BUSY. but that's just me. or should i say... LAZY. and that's just me too. BUSY n LAZY to update. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but now i really feel like writing things up here. mainly...concerning my entangled feelings of going back to work. okay this is none to the working issues. works are all fine. checked and done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the thoughts of going back to pahang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- driving back alone for 7-8hours would just be a torture. sleepy all along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- kak gee is no longer a housemate coz she's now transferred to kuantan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- kak azie is a month away from school due to her courses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- will be left alone with kak jah yang sungguh keibuan itu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;erghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.there's nothing inspiring or motivating to drive me back to that little spot of my life. this feeling is torturing me n i'm so not ready to go back =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-3525450044405885606?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3525450044405885606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3525450044405885606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3525450044405885606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3525450044405885606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2010/06/erghhhphufff.html' title='erghhh...phufff...'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-225822659919049728</id><published>2010-05-06T17:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:32:51.346+10:00</updated><title type='text'>owh yeah!</title><content type='html'>it's half past 3!but i haven't performed my solah yet. am about to. wait wait wait aaaaa~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday's started! now i love Pahang. Hol Day. (Hari Hol). i've no idea what Hol Day is but according to the teachers here, it's a day of remembrance for all the late Pahang Sultans. yela kot kan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be on my way to KL now. yet, i'm still here. in this sauna. i mean my wooden house in Jengka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i canceled my initial plan of straight away driving back to KL right after school. i canceled it because......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i takut jam la wei!!! massive traffics! dah la tak pandai jalan. karang sesat dalam jam satu hal. karang ada gak kot tetiba yang stop kete tengah jalan and pasang emergency lights. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so......... tomorrow is the first time i'm driving ALONE from pahang to kl. before this i had friend with me. but tomorrow.....nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the good news is....... aku tatau jalan from gombak to pj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet kan~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so......untuk persediaan kemungkinan sesat.... esok pagi2 aku nak gerak dari sini. kul 8 gerak so sampai dalam kul 10 lebih. kalau sesat pun awal lagi tak jam so leh la lagi merangkak2 carik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray to Allah...i'll have a safe journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aminnnnnnnnnnn~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-225822659919049728?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/225822659919049728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=225822659919049728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/225822659919049728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/225822659919049728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2010/05/owh-yeah.html' title='owh yeah!'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-4534082054990657780</id><published>2010-05-02T22:51:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:40:37.615+10:00</updated><title type='text'>those kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a memory captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living alone far from family and friends...weekend is definitely a torture. Yesterday, after the school ended its Saturday programme and later in the evening when all the housemates had waved their farewell, i started to feel the boredom and loneliness which i would have to endure for the next 24hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when home is just a stone's throw away from school, i hardly use my car which was safely parked in the school garage. however, considering that i might need a car on Sunday and the guard might not be in school to open the gate, therefore i moved the car and parked it in front of the house. that was when i bumped into those kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i haven't had the chance to have a tour in this village, therefore i asked them to show me around. seven of us (six students all together) were cramped in my small car and we had an evening trip around Jengka 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe...personally i liked it. it was so.....GREEN!!! from some spots of the village u can see the entire Jengka with its never ending oil palm trees and Mount Tahan as the background. it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that wasn't the only fun part of yesterday. spending time with those naughty kids was fun though. owh...by the way those boys are acknowledged as problematic in school. however, knowing them closer proves that they're not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids are still kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we said goodbye yesterday, they asked me to take them to Maran. to Pekan Sari? or Pekan Sehari eh? whateva it is la kan. so yea... they asked me to take them there on Sunday. but my answer was NO. there wasn't any promises from me but today, early in the morning, at 9 they were all in front of my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Assalammualaikum~~~teacher!!bangun laa~~~jom la cepat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh!!! i thought they were joking and i really hoped that they wouldn't show up. i was sooooooooooo reluctant to take them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab diorang budak lagi la. kalo apa2 jadi tak ke susah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i asked them to go home. they were gone by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they showed up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huaaaaaaa. i asked them to go home but they made their cute faces and begged me to take them to Maran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"jom la teacher...mak ayah kitorang kasi pegi teacher. kitorang dah tanya dah. ni kitorang siap bawak duit ni. kitorang bayar la sorang rm2 kat teacher. jom la teacher. kitorang janji jadi baik tak nakal. kitorang nak beli sandal...nak beli ayam goreng. jom la teacher~~~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih... lemah okay dengar. so... i had an express shower and took them there. but before we were off to Maran, i stopped by at one of the boys house to ask permission from the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phewwwwwwwwww. luckily they were good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. kelakar okay. sume pun pakat beli sorang sepasang kasut crocs. cetak rompak la tapinye kan....kuikuikui. yet still... they were cute i reckon =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... that was it. a weekend spent with students. something which i had never thought of&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/5921082571283242324-4534082054990657780?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/4534082054990657780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=4534082054990657780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4534082054990657780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4534082054990657780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2010/05/those-kiddos.html' title='those kiddos'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-5705094951437470485</id><published>2010-05-01T17:37:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:51:49.246+10:00</updated><title type='text'>finance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay. this is definitely not the most preferred topic of any discussions. or...it's the most popular topic for everybody huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not to those rich la kan. but to a poor like me... yes me! this is definitely a topic that i would like to highlight each time i got paid by the government =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how well did i manage my finance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurmmmm (#+#)???&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [sampai lebam mata pikir.hehe.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my uni era, i've always had my pre-spending list of what, how n when would i spend my money.  but each time... i failed to follow what i'd already planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that i'm working, the expenses seem to grow. though i'm single and my only liability at the moment is my car, yet i always feel like i ain't have enough money to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because... expenses grow accordingly to our physical and mental growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. betul ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ala betul la kan. sebabnya bila dah besar ni badan pun makin besar. so baju2 kain2 sume pun kena makin besar la. bila badan makin besar means that diameter perut pun makin lebar. so makanan pun kena la bertambah. maka duit pun kena la menggemuk. tapi........ aku bukan jenis badan besar. baju zaman baby pun bley pakai lagi. tapi apsal belanja makin over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak kata duit abis kat mekup... tak gak coz aku memang tak pandai sume tu. tu pasal sampai arini muka cam bontot kuali je tu. dah tu awat eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owhhhhhhhh...liability yang satu itu la puncanya. huaaaaaaa. i need to save up for my monthly trip to kl. my for sure trips to kedah each time long school holiday. petrol, toll fees, road tax, insurance, maintainance and yabadayabada~ (@+@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurmmm... one more thing... when salary is deducted for KWSP and allowances are not yet available, kne plak pikir pasal zakat n income tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huaaaaaaa~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't Ringgit Malaysia climb at least a step higher in its currency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh yea...this problem wouldn't be drowning deep into the ocean and i wouldn't be rich by just whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things will be easy but not in a mean time, not in a short while. but after a hardship. for these 24 years of living, i haven't been doing much and maybe it's time for me to get up and do something. think think think...i'm dying of continuing my studies. i miss chasing the datelines, writing and submitting assignments, presentations and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am praying that i can soon be confirmed and then after i'll apply for what i'm dying for =)&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/5921082571283242324-5705094951437470485?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/5705094951437470485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=5705094951437470485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5705094951437470485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5705094951437470485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2010/05/finance.html' title='finance'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3335496704730827163</id><published>2010-05-01T17:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:35:15.399+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ignore this please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as mentioned above... ignore this please. i mean this entry. please go away. it's all gibberish. nothing much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;huhu. betapa lalangnye aku. kejap ada kejap takde. eh bukan lalang. mungkin lebih kepada biskut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;actually my heart has always been screaming of... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"fathiah!!!update blog cepat! tulis tulis tulis. write write write!". &lt;/span&gt;especially when i was having a problem. dealing with dissatisfaction, dilemma and bla bla bla. those uneasy emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tapi niat sentiasa terbantut due to works and most importantly.... poor hampeh internet connection in Jengka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but this time...why am i here? huhu nampak sangat la tengah boring amat kan. hence, the connection is not that bad. it's sauna here babeh. i mean this house. for those who have ever claimed that wooden house promises u comfort in the sense of its fresh air flow...i reckon that you guys are wrong!!!this wooden house is a sauna. it's heating and i'm literally boiling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-3335496704730827163?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3335496704730827163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3335496704730827163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3335496704730827163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3335496704730827163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2010/05/ignore-this-please.html' title='ignore this please'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-2585291092550357178</id><published>2010-02-18T00:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:44:58.923+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i've said it n i'm saying it again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok i know.this entry will most probably evolve around the same-lame-boring-annoying topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'd once said...don't lay your eyes on this not so decent piece n just click on other pages if u think this is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said that i would try to update more frequent but i didn't aite. well...school works were haunting me so i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said that working life will never beat study life aite? and i really meant it. that's the major factor which brought to the big changes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday right after school i went to kl n straight away headed to OU. waited for my bro to go back together to kedah. damn. that was when i realized walking alone in kl would never be the same as before. those previous years...i admit that i loved having my time alone. but when i felt bored i could just call anyone and asked them to tag along. but now...friends are all scattered over the country. most are not in kl. those who're in kl are working which i dare not to disturb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today...i was again overwhelmed by that stupid-annoying feeling. since things didn't go as what i'd planned (driving back to pahang) as car delivery was delayed due to Chinese New Year...so i had to take a bus. so just now i pulled myself out of d bed n off to kl (owh i was in shah alam last night). actually it was so usual for me to do everything on my own but just now... it was different. i did my shopping in midvalley alone all by myself.  having lunch at kenny rogers with the table was all mine. but... i felt like crying coz i knew i couldn't have these kind of calls again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  "oit am. ko katne? kat bangsar? haaaa ok2 nnt aku join"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;          "oit yensyi.ko ktne? hostel?meh la sini boring la nk mkn sorang2.ke nk aku tapau blk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mkn sane?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!this is so disheartening!&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/5921082571283242324-2585291092550357178?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/2585291092550357178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=2585291092550357178&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2585291092550357178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2585291092550357178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-said-it-n-im-saying-it-again.html' title='i&apos;ve said it n i&apos;m saying it again'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-1765820974426339965</id><published>2010-02-05T23:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:31:36.717+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate this feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my first time staying alone here. i know this moment will eventually come. i can't forever going to people's house just for the sake of having company. i know i will eventually have to face that i'm actually alone here. far from family...far from my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here... everything... everybody is far reaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining and it just adds on to my loneliness. the sound of falling water from that leaking tank in my bathroom is the only melody that i can hear now. even the television is on and the lights are all working, yet... it's still too silent!&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/5921082571283242324-1765820974426339965?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/1765820974426339965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=1765820974426339965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1765820974426339965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1765820974426339965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-this-feeling.html' title='i hate this feeling'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3850981877711083459</id><published>2010-02-03T23:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:19:16.376+10:00</updated><title type='text'>now i know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14 years back (if tak salah la kan)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mom told me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;"masa belajar la paling best sekali.nanti dah keja dah tak best dah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i argued it with her: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;"tak.kakak rasa masa keja la best.sebab ada duit sendiri.boleh beli macam2.masa belajar ni langsung tak best.banyak homework.cikgu garang.tak suka"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;if i can turn back time i would have said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt; "betul betul betul!kakak setuju dengan statement tu!kalau boleh takmau tua.nak mudaaaaaaaaaaaaa ja so boley sekolah sampai bila2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14 years later after the declaration of that so true mom's statement...NOW i know that working life is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SO TIRING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's proven when today is already Wednesday n it's only today that i manage to get online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(*+*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- i am now officially ting tong due to the overrrrrrrrrrr extreme workload -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nah amik ko. penggunaan superlative yang salah tetapi tetap juga mau)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-3850981877711083459?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3850981877711083459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3850981877711083459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3850981877711083459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3850981877711083459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-i-know.html' title='now i know...'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-2055179793454288105</id><published>2010-01-31T23:30:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:46:01.619+10:00</updated><title type='text'>mai laif hes chenjd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read the above title with malay spelling but with English pronunciation please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm no longer living an urban life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all totally new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried when I first saw the school and the area. It was so difficult for me to be thrown into a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider this area as rural since the nearest town is 20mins drive along the jungle on your left n right handsides. There's nothing there. No shopping complex except for a Giant look alike but with less goods. and the only fast food available is KFC which is 30mins drive from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually 20-30mins drive is not that bad huh...not that far aite. But when d scenery u can get is only palm oil trees n trees n trees...u'll have a longer journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea...life has totally changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more assignment but meeting minutes n paper works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more warm shower early in the morning but ice-cold shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more fast food even only for once a week but home made cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more shopping @ window shopping in big shopping malls but pasar tani n pasar panas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more movie watching but luckily there's astro!hehe =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... if before this i disliked frogs...but now having shower with frog as d audience is so usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has totally changed aite!?&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/5921082571283242324-2055179793454288105?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/2055179793454288105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=2055179793454288105&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2055179793454288105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2055179793454288105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2010/01/mai-laif-has-chenjd.html' title='mai laif hes chenjd'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-1263769927170130954</id><published>2009-12-09T14:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:50:10.241+10:00</updated><title type='text'>holla back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;holla!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i know it's been ages that i haven't been updating this blog.huhu.again.same welcoming words.paham2 je la dah brape kali aku tulis then ilang then tulis balik then ilang terus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so this time i'm not coming back for good. i've something to tell u. but before that... baca dulu bebelan ini:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;reflecting back on what i've been doing during the period of me not updating this blog...few things have changed. and particularly...i have changed. into someone you might not wish to know. waaaaa~~ menakutkan tak? macam berubah menjadi hantu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but yea...i think i have changed. coz i think that i'm not as logical as i used to before. i can't think rationally. if u have been reading this blog since past of years ago, you would have known how much i value the principle of; "think positive, based every decision and action with logical thought". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but it's no more bebeh. i've crossed the line. i've slipped down from the track =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;reasoning all the impacts that i have to endure now, i realize that i may have to write again. in the sense of gaining back my sanity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;for that...i'm opening a new blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've so many things to talk. so many emotions to express. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have issues about life, upcoming working life as an english teacher. will be zooming about teaching and stuffs, and i have my never ending passion in cooking which listed all the simply good recipes which i'm willing to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i can't guarantee u when will i link the blog here. but one day i will i promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;huhu. like u care whether i'll be having a blog or not kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but hey ya...this time around it's still the same. i'll try my best not to make my life naked as how i'd used to before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;adios muchocos~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-1263769927170130954?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/1263769927170130954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=1263769927170130954&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1263769927170130954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1263769927170130954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/12/holla-back.html' title='holla back!'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-8309338635377874669</id><published>2009-09-17T12:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:15:39.307+10:00</updated><title type='text'>raya is approaching!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i'm so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;hey ho!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;raya is approaching. raya is approaching. it's getting near. i'm counting days. and after this i'll be counting hours. and then i'll be counting minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;waaaaaaaaa. ye ye je. actually i didn't even feel the vibe until just now. when i realize that today is the last day of work and tomorrow i'll be heading back to kedah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;come to think of it...i'm supposed to be super happy for this coming raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;because it's been ages that i haven't been celebrating raya with my second bro. i can't even recall when was the last time we celebrate raya together as a whole family.because he was away in Japan for six years and when he came back i was away in Australia for two years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;so this is the time that all of us (i mean my familia) will be celebrating raya together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and i'm also supposed to be happy because this is the time to celebrate raya together with familia after two years of raya in abroad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tapi maybe sebab dah berusia. uhuk uhuk batuk trus bila sebut dah tua. biasala usia emas ni banyak sikit penyakit. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tula..bila dah jd grown up lady ni tak feel sangat dah raya tu.nak shopping raya pun malas.tu pun nasib la kuar gak gi beli baju raya.idak pakai je baju yang dah tempah ritu tapi tak pakai2 lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;eh...grown up lady la sangat.muda remaja lagi kot.baru 23 ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;so...now i'm all excited with raya is approaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;kat staff room ni. bestnye dengar suara budak2 riuh je kat bawah. arini budak2 melayu sume pakai baju raya coz ada majlis khatam quran.kiut gilosssssssssss =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-8309338635377874669?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/8309338635377874669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=8309338635377874669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/8309338635377874669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/8309338635377874669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-is-approaching.html' title='raya is approaching!!!'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-7898542222365730544</id><published>2009-09-16T13:08:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:35:02.914+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Owhhh... they can also be such a devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But they're my little angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I haven't yet introduced you to them right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well... I was too occupied back then. But now since I'm done with the observations I think I can still consider of updating my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(truth is... i'm damn bored at the moment) (*+*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So here're some of the pictures that I captured during the closing ceremony for "Minggu Ambang Kemerdekaan". hahaha. The photos were all captured before I went back to Kedah. Ingat yang cuti puasa seminggu tu? haha lama gila kan. Nampak sangat malas =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SrBavuMf3vI/AAAAAAAAAxE/TAA3jV1U3P0/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SrBavuMf3vI/AAAAAAAAAxE/TAA3jV1U3P0/s200/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381901330608545522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SrBavC1RJ2I/AAAAAAAAAw8/ZMfgGhn-5gM/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SrBavC1RJ2I/AAAAAAAAAw8/ZMfgGhn-5gM/s200/IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381901318968387426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SrBauQvO7_I/AAAAAAAAAw0/zZi2bV0jwko/s1600-h/IMG_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SrBauQvO7_I/AAAAAAAAAw0/zZi2bV0jwko/s200/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381901305521303538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SrBatzDLlHI/AAAAAAAAAws/YOM75N2jj2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SrBatzDLlHI/AAAAAAAAAws/YOM75N2jj2Q/s200/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381901297551905906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Haih...takkan nak kenalkan sorang2 kot kan. So those are my little angels. They're all so cute, so nice but so naughty!!!!!!!!and yang paling paling paling tak suke, they're all too noisy!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Too much complains from the teachers saying that "Standard 4 students are too noisy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Should I bring a tape and stick it on their lips everytime during lesson? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hurm...I think they'll look cuter that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So I should bring it la kan? huhuh&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-7898542222365730544?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/7898542222365730544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=7898542222365730544&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7898542222365730544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7898542222365730544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-little-angels.html' title='My Little Angels'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SrBavuMf3vI/AAAAAAAAAxE/TAA3jV1U3P0/s72-c/IMG_0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-5793153406484712432</id><published>2009-09-16T13:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:08:39.299+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm free!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;hey ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;actually this was supposed to be posted yesterday but i was soooooooooooooooooooo sleepy that i couldn't think of any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;so the good news is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'VE FINISHED ALL THE OBSERVATIONS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (alhamdulillah... =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;so now i'm officially free. huhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;actually i'm not that free coz i still have to write lesson plans and prepare the materials for my classes after this. but since there's no more observation, so of course i won't harm myself with too much of materials. enough with just simple task sheets. hehe. gile malas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;or maybe i'll do more games and quizzes with the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but for this week, it's the best with only chalk and board because my students have already switched their study mode off. they're all thinking of raya and holidays. so do i. huhuhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-5793153406484712432?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/5793153406484712432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=5793153406484712432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5793153406484712432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5793153406484712432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-free.html' title='i&apos;m free!!!'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-8790499190328275988</id><published>2009-09-09T14:41:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:00:18.020+10:00</updated><title type='text'>feel like shouting it out loud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;At this moment, at this particular time, 12.42pm, I really feel like shouting it out loud so that everybody will know what I'm dealing with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But I know that I can't. It's too private and if I blurt it out, my friend will get hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dear friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm sorry with what I will really really really have to tell you soon... I can't keep it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-8790499190328275988?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/8790499190328275988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=8790499190328275988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/8790499190328275988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/8790499190328275988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/09/feel-like-shouting-it-out-loud.html' title='feel like shouting it out loud!'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-7098053731702463153</id><published>2009-09-09T14:32:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:40:00.866+10:00</updated><title type='text'>another one to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is my first time blogging in the staffroom. Prove that I'm really out of thing to do. \(*+*)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I've just finished with an observation with both my lecturer and co-operating teacher. Alhamdulillah everything went good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So with the observation just now, it means that there's another one observation left before I could freely breathe. hehe. How much I feel burdened by the observations. But yea!!! It's almost over and I really can't wait to finish it off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Time!!! Fly faster please. I can't wait to be free~~~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:6;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5921082571283242324-7098053731702463153?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/7098053731702463153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=7098053731702463153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7098053731702463153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7098053731702463153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-one-to-go.html' title='another one to go'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-4620127888216148724</id><published>2009-08-26T12:11:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:43:11.493+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i need some air!!!O2 will do.tenkiu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it's suffocating me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i mean all the endless phone calls and sms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;not that i don't want any of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i want them but not all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i just need some of them. (am i selfish that way?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;can't u just love me like how u loved me before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i've told u so many times. i can't afford daily sms and i can't attend ur phone calls every single hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;can u please just stop all those winter sonata series? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;u make me look like i'm d one who is wrong. u make me look like i'm a very very bad girl who can just be labelled as "si tanggang".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i never want things to be this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;so i think i'll just place a full stop no matter how bad the winter sonata is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;p/s: i know u won't be reading this forever. so u will never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;p/s/s: sorry that i can't be ur daughter...for real... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-4620127888216148724?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/4620127888216148724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=4620127888216148724&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4620127888216148724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4620127888216148724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-some-airo2-will-dotenkiu.html' title='i need some air!!!O2 will do.tenkiu.'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-1335820152427432385</id><published>2009-08-25T12:52:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:02:13.785+10:00</updated><title type='text'>will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Those little angels possess pour souls and they are innocent. Do you think so? Though they're naughty at times, they are still no evils. They're just a piece of white cloth and those around them are those who own the brushes to paint them either gorgeous or hedious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When you are dealing with little angels, you're indirectly dealing with their precious future. From that small figures you can never imagine what they'll turn into as you'll never know what they'll be facing with when you're not there to guide and protect them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That's what I feel towards one of my little angels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I think I better leave her name unknown and let just her unfortunate life be the introduction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After few weeks of teaching the students, I was then being informed by the class teacher that one of my students is medically conformed as HIV positive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The student whom I'll refer as K doesn't know about that painful thruth and so do her friends. Can you imagine what will happen if the secret leak out? Those little angels will definitely tell their parents and petition might be up on the school board to expell that poor K. I know that it might not be fair for other little angels to be placed in such dangerous circumstances of being accidentally infected when they are out of reach from the teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yet, K's parents together with the school are paying extra care on this issue. K is not allowed to go to school when she's sick and teachers always have their eagle eyes on to monitor K's movement around the school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;From my reading, note that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(89, 89, 89);  line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You can live with an HIV infected person in a very normal way, just like another healthy person. You can sleep with him/her, talk to him/her, eat with him/her etc. You would only have to be careful of any liquid secretions from his/her body like blood, etc and You cannot have marital relations with an infected person. You can eat in the same plate and drink from the same glass".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#595959;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Since HIV does not easily affect others, therefore I think it won't do you any harm by just being in the same school with an HIV infected person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nowadays people are well educated to understand the situation. Therefore, isolating those who are infected is no longer common. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Give this little K a chance to breathe the fresh air, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Read this conversation. It was in the staff room when I was in front of my laptop working on my lesson plan. Note that I was extremely under pressure at that moment until K came by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;K: Teacher teacher. bukak la lagu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: Takleh. laptop ni takde lagu. teacher busy ni.awk pegi sane main pingpong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(K smiled and walked away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: K..sini. meh la sini borak2 dgn teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(K walked towards me n smiled as usual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: K..bape ye awak dapat untuk ujian BI aritu? ingat lg tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;K: hehe...tak ingat la teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: hah? tak ingat? baru je lepas pun tak ingat ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;K: hehe..tak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Actually I knew her mark coz I was the one who set the paper and I was the marker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: okay la.dah tu subject lain awk dapat bpe? sains awk dpt bpe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;K: ermm..30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(and she smiled)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: huh? 30? fail tu. dah tu subjek ape yg awk lulus. awk rase subjek ape plg senang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;K: BM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: awk dpt bpe BM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;K: 56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(smiled)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: 56 tu byk gak. awk ade dpt A tak test kalini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;K: takde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: awk penah dpt A tak dlm ujian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;K: tak penah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: lol..nape tak penah? haaaa...awk tak study ye kat umah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;K: study la teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: yeke ni awk study.awk study camne?mak awk ajar ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;K: tak..sy bljr sndri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: mak awk tak ajar eh?mak awk keje ye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;K: tak...mak sy suri umah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: owhh..pastu ayah awk plak keje ape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;K: ayah saye jage parking kat Central.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(and she continued smiling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: owhhh...dah tu awk dtg skolah cmne dah ayah awk keje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;K: sy dtg ngn ayah S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(another of my student)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: owhhh...ayah S tak bz la ye. ayah S plak keje ape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;K: ayah S keje sapu sampah kat flat teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me: ooo... ok la. awk g la main pingpong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(and ran away...joining her other friends to play pingpong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Whom to be blamed? Some of us are not born fortunate... mind that =,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-1335820152427432385?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/1335820152427432385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=1335820152427432385&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1335820152427432385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1335820152427432385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/08/will-you.html' title='will you?'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3575582512078291328</id><published>2009-08-25T12:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:58:09.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't always be satisfied, don't you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Personally, I love being a teacher. I love the fact of being surrounded by those little angels. Yet at the moment... I hate the fact that I'm just a practicum teacher. Not that I dislike having less say in school, yet I dislike the observations by supervisor and co-operating teacher. I feel threatened by others' view on my teaching and I feel pressured to satisfy too many souls. Be it the supervisor, the co-operating teacher and the students. But I know that observation is one of the major challenges which I must take before I can officially be appointed as a legal government teacher in Malaysia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Out of 11 observations, I've passed 8 and now there're 3 more to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now it's school holiday and I hope I'll be mentally and physically prepared by the time the school bell starts to ring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Chaiyok chaiyok!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Gaining your energy... charging... =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-3575582512078291328?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3575582512078291328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3575582512078291328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3575582512078291328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3575582512078291328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-cant-always-be-satisfied-dont-you.html' title='you can&apos;t always be satisfied, don&apos;t you?'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-7187253610822991194</id><published>2009-08-24T15:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:34:29.132+10:00</updated><title type='text'>living my life as a practicum teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So as u know I'm currently doing my prac and it's in SK Seri Indah in Overseas Union Garden in Jalan Klang Lama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The school is big in compound but small in amount. What I mean is that the school is big but the students are less than u can ever imagine for a school that big. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Imagine! There're only 6 classes which are actively operating which means that there's only 1 class for each standard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Our arrival had caused chotic in the school timetable at first as it was really a trouble to place 4 new English teachers when you've already had 3 official English teachers in the school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But everything was sorted out and I was then appointed as the English teacher for Year 4 students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The first encounter with my students had surprised me with this one little boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Uiksss... why do I have this angel soul with me?"&lt;/i&gt; (I'm refererring to a little syndrome down boy named J*****)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As days passed by then I knew that though that angel soul is mentally handicapped and physically handicapped for his fingers are disjointed, yet his IQ isn't that bad. He can still recall the things he learned and accelerates himself with the other normal students. Yet as a teacher, I still have to accommadate to his disabilities by not doing so much of cutting activity since he may be left behind for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There's another angel soul who seems normal but hardly read a word. He fails to spell and the way he joins the alphabets may burst u into laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;h-e-l-i-l-i-k-a-t = helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;b-a-s-i-k-n = bicycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;k-o-p-u-r-s-t = car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;k-a-l-a-n-g = river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There are few more students whom I found captivating to my entertainment channel in school and till the next post, I'll write more. With pictures maybe =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-naughty teacher... me-&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/5921082571283242324-7187253610822991194?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/7187253610822991194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=7187253610822991194&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7187253610822991194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7187253610822991194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/08/living-my-life-as-practicum-teacher.html' title='living my life as a practicum teacher'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-7086731515151739781</id><published>2009-08-24T14:33:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:32:34.418+10:00</updated><title type='text'>hello again to the outside world =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hello!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;yea yea i know. u might not read this since i've been neglecting this page for sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long which i can't even recall when was i last had the intention of writing at least a word here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sorry...my fault...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i was so much confided only to myself... no one else... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;there was this one point where i felt like i shouldn't be revealing even a slightest info about my life. about what i've been up to. about what i'm thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;yet... as i've been further away from blogging, i started to realize that i'm loosing grip of myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i realized that i've started to have lack of self reflection, which i always had before this to reflect upon my every single action and decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;before this when i was active in blogging, everything i did was reflected to weigh the good n bad of it though it was passed. and every decision that i was about to make, was so much pre-reflected and measured for its future consequences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but everything changed when i started to just doing everything with me being absent minded. everything started to fall apart. so much things have changed and most of them are not in place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i know i owe this page a room for my life revision and i know sometimes i need words from others to lead my life to the right path...and i know that in here, i've built a window to the outside world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i'm back again sitting by my virtual window and here i am saying... hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;p/s: coz i'm just a silly girl (owh... can i still be called a girl?) who's still in lost (*+*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-7086731515151739781?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/7086731515151739781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=7086731515151739781&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7086731515151739781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7086731515151739781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-again-to-outside-world.html' title='hello again to the outside world =)'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-352205645990200753</id><published>2009-05-21T11:31:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:04:25.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry like u care</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On this very good morning where the sun is being lazy to shine that blazing shine, I'm sitting here all alone while the rest are still in their deep sleep. It's not early in the morning though as the hands clock have just stroke the numbers 9 and 7 for we read it as 9.35am. Yea... what a boring life that I'm living on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's still early of the day and things may turn up as the clock ticks its funny sound. Though I haven't been expected for any planned events, but I do really hope that the good unexpected will show up in the middle or at the end of the day. How I live in dream don't I? Sometimes we just want to live that way for we really don't know of what we really want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I admit that I used to live in uncertainty for quite number of years. As I waited for silence and hoped for miracle to happen. That time, in my every single breath, I whispered that things might not be beautiful though I hoped it to be. Therefore, when I eventually withdrew myself from that dreamland, I was strong and I was tough to face the very truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now... I'm no longer live in dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now... I live in reality and I live in logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Though today I have none planned activities in my non-existed palm note, I know that I'll always try to make it as meaningful as I can for sometimes sudden decisions and spontenous actions may colour the life brighter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You people out there!!! Enjoy your life while you still can and just do what you really feel like doing but stick to this------&gt; LOGIC + RATIONAL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/5921082571283242324-352205645990200753?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/352205645990200753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=352205645990200753&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/352205645990200753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/352205645990200753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-like-u-care.html' title='sorry like u care'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-2174114299715379256</id><published>2009-05-19T22:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:24:51.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'>go to sleep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blog blog... awak ngantuk tak? saya ngantuk ni... kalau saya tidur pukul 8 suku ni awak rasa saya akan berubah jadi orang tiga suku tak? ke awak rasa saya memang dah tiga suku orang nya. saya mengantuk laaaa.. sebab bosan taktau nak buat apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tadi saya keluar. saya balik saya buffer youtube. saya keluar jalan dengan kawan2 beli goreng pisang pulak. saya balik saya tengok cerita hantu yang entah macam mana bertukar menjadi cerita sedih pulak. Puaka Tebing Biru. betapa saya tidak mengikuti peredaran semasa, saya baru tahu kewujudan cerita itu. saya bukanlah penonton cerita melayu tegar.tapi saya suka tonton filem melayu yang berseni seperti cerita Yasmin Ahmad. tapi saya juga suka mahu menonton filem melayu yang mahu mencuba kelainan. lalu saya beri peluang kepada cerita yang barisan pelakonnya saya rasa bagus. tapi cerita itu menjadi cerita sedih la pulak yang mana saya tak rasa sedih sebab saya mengambil masa 2 hari untuk menghabiskan penontonan filem itu akibat tindakan saya "pause" di setiap adegan suspen kerna takut tengok sorang2. kamu faham bahasa saya sekarang? saya faham agak-agak tak faham. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saya kembali kepada persoalan asal. saya mau tidur tapi tidakkah terlalu awal?kalau nanti saya bangun pukul 4 pagi tidakkah itu maksudnya saya terpaksa berkawan dengan kelawar kerana mempunyai kualiti nocturnal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saya mau pegi kacau rakan-rakan. babai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-2174114299715379256?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/2174114299715379256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=2174114299715379256&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2174114299715379256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2174114299715379256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-to-sleep.html' title='go to sleep!'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-4201630423874160879</id><published>2009-05-16T17:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:07:13.548+10:00</updated><title type='text'>what a waste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yesterday I was supposed to be sleeping with a full stomach but it ended up the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I went to sleep with a melodious belly... krok krek krok krek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late at night or could I call it very early in the morning, before I could shut my eyes to sleep I had to crave for food in my locker. I was satisfied enough with only bread and kaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to my steamboat buffet???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for it and I ate almost everything in there for 2 hours straight and I ended up throwing everything in the toilet sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a waste =(&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/5921082571283242324-4201630423874160879?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/4201630423874160879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=4201630423874160879&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4201630423874160879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4201630423874160879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-waste.html' title='what a waste'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-1872073356203595845</id><published>2009-05-15T15:09:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:36:43.108+10:00</updated><title type='text'>saya rindu sama mereka</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baru-baru ini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffanie told me that she'll be coming back. Not for good but just for a short holiday. She really miss my presence in that kangaroo land. So as how I miss her presence by my side. Having numbers of friends around really is a blast but remembering an old friend afar really is a... torture I must say.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/Sg0KdJT-AlI/AAAAAAAAAwk/TQfVsh0cLwY/s1600-h/IMG_8599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/Sg0KdJT-AlI/AAAAAAAAAwk/TQfVsh0cLwY/s200/IMG_8599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335932629336064594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(waktu ini muka aku amat busuk sekali selepas pulang bercuti di pulau-pulau. muka kronik gelap nak mati. so kusam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe babe my love... yes Firus... it's you that I'm referring to. I really hope that u'll make it end of this year. I miss u. I heart u. We'll see how it goes with the ticketing thingy yea. I'm praying together with u. MAS... tolong lah bermurah hati. amin....... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/Sg0KPARWleI/AAAAAAAAAwc/8m-hPkohXfQ/s1600-h/P1260080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/Sg0KPARWleI/AAAAAAAAAwc/8m-hPkohXfQ/s200/P1260080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335932386391004642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(our last goodbye so far wasn't it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Luqman too. Sampai hati awak sombong dengan negara kelahiran ayah awak. Mentang2 Aussie tempat tumpah darah lutut awak yang sekarang rabak itu. Nak balik kejap je ye hujung tahun nanti. Takpe takpe. Saya report polis cakap awak bunuh kangaroo. Walau bukan awak yang buat tapi saya ada snap gambar bukti. weng weng weng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/Sg0JuIKDk-I/AAAAAAAAAwU/ZII03W1NPfQ/s1600-h/IMG_8275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/Sg0JuIKDk-I/AAAAAAAAAwU/ZII03W1NPfQ/s200/IMG_8275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335931821572199394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(bergambar di bawah pohon bakau selepas kulit hangus terbakar di Agnes Water. damn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka-mereka ini adalah insan2 yang wajib dirindui. Rakan-rakan yang telah pernah menjadi batang-batang crayon yang mewarnai hidup aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psssttt... I can't wait for u to come back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dua tiga malam berlalu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mana nak sama si rumpun semalu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dua tiga kali tidur ku berlalu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hanya wajah-wajah kamu yang muncul selalu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owhhhhhhhh!!! hebatnya pantun taraf sekolah rendah aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhir tahun terlalu lambat bukan? perlukah aku purchase tiket melawat Aussie dan juga NZ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaa~~~ gaya cakap seperti orang kaya. ketuk sikit kepala. DONG!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"fathiah wake up! duit sudah menyusut. pasni tak mustahil ko kena makan busut".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhhhhhhhh...possible kah???&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/5921082571283242324-1872073356203595845?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/1872073356203595845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=1872073356203595845&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1872073356203595845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1872073356203595845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/05/saya-rindu-sama-mereka.html' title='saya rindu sama mereka'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/Sg0KdJT-AlI/AAAAAAAAAwk/TQfVsh0cLwY/s72-c/IMG_8599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-5738038903631878451</id><published>2009-05-14T22:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:57:12.801+10:00</updated><title type='text'>am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;psst psst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever noticed that I have that sense of humour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst psst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever agreed that I can make u laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only lately that I realized my current entries mainly evolve around the comedy genre. only lately that I get grip of myself remembering that I had always be the one who cracked the biggest joke to my dearest friends. only lately that I realized I could not only laugh out loud of others' jokes but also of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erkkkkkkk....gila syok sendiri aku ni. hehe. tengok tengok aku poyo kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owhhhh...quite few of my friends asked me not to close this blog for good. like when I suddenly closed this blof temporarily, i was attacked by quite a number of sms asking me to open it back. like when I was such a lazy bum who couldn't be bothered of posting new entry and those big mouths just couldn't resist from chasing after me to write a funny entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku berpikir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adakah aku ini seorang penghibur? atau dalam erti kata lain... seorang pelawak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;"mirror mirror on my locker's door... is my nose red in colour? do I have the look of a clawn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waduh-waduh... pening aku mikirin nya dong~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh dong dong dong... i feel ting tong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe =p&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/5921082571283242324-5738038903631878451?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/5738038903631878451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=5738038903631878451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5738038903631878451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5738038903631878451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-i.html' title='am I?'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-7592734605761473390</id><published>2009-05-14T11:06:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:34:58.658+10:00</updated><title type='text'>clueless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;girls and guys. ladies and gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i would like to claim that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might officially shut down this blog for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or.... might not be regularly updating my post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or.... might have a second blog which is anonymous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i have issues to be expressed but it's too private that i can't say it out loud here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything concerning my private life is not to be publicly acknowledged by those whom stay anonymous to me..or by those who are just acquaintances to me... or by those who're just plain friends to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as u know... some of our nature just can't stand living their own life alone. some of our nature just like to bug into others. some of our nature just can't see the bright side of others and some of our nature could just make it visible to only flaws instead of goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running from the inevitable human nature... i rather not to create any speculations in this decent piece... i know this page means nothing considering its plain layout, it's boring contents...but it means everything to me... for me to flip through the chapters of my life... though i might have not posted anything in particular about the stories that i concern most, yet the little remarks in here may slide me to the whole story that i've kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above, are my three options. but my decision is.. i'll be quite regularly updating this page but it might be focusing only on my upcoming practicum and silly stories that i'll create along the days, and i might have a second blog which will stay anonymous until the day i want it to be not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu... like you care dontcha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another lazy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssssssssttt.... i can't wait for u to come back!&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/5921082571283242324-7592734605761473390?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/7592734605761473390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=7592734605761473390&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7592734605761473390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7592734605761473390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/05/clueless.html' title='clueless'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-4168803337213598626</id><published>2009-05-13T11:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:32:42.247+10:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. that's one of my signatures. screaming softly when i'm tensed. haha. softly la sgt. budget kiut kunun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huaaaa huaaaaa huaaaaaaaaa~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malas malas malas. today all of us except Izzati, skip the Intel Course. owhhh... for those who don't know, now we're having an Intel Course whereby we need to come out with a brilliant educational software from each pair. haiyooooooooo. i've already have mine which i produced when i was in aussie. i dun have the interest of winning the competetion so... can i just not doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goshhhhhhhh~~most of us really aint no heart to undergo these courses (Intel Course, Kriket Course and bla bla courses) which gonna consume our 3 weeks lifetime. we're in the mood of holiday with the fact that we're done with our assignments and exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea yea... now i'm free from exam. i mean the academic exam. the upcoming exam will only be the PTK exam or whatsoeva concerning work. yea yea yea!!! and so does the assignment. i'm done with thousand words of academic writing. i might be writing acdemic stuff for my action research once i'm on field (i mean teaching) but that's totally an option. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurmmm... i'll be starting my practicum on the 22nd June in SK Seri Indah in Jalan Kelang Lama. I really can't wait. Actually I was supposed to undergo my practicum in SK 2 Petaling Jaya but since the school are having UM students doing their stuffs, so i'm now assigned to SK Seri Indah. i really don't mind but what i'm concerned most is the transportation. luckily i'm going there with my other group members so i hope we'll be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been lost in the midst of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;(hehe that's a secret i must not tell) ;p&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/5921082571283242324-4168803337213598626?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/4168803337213598626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=4168803337213598626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4168803337213598626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4168803337213598626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/05/lazy-mode.html' title='lazy mode'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3645096529577079235</id><published>2009-05-06T18:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:22:47.768+10:00</updated><title type='text'>mammoth muncul kembali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;korang tau tak mammoth? ala gajah bulu tebal zaman paleolitik dulu yang dalam cite Ice Age tuuuuu~~~ bulu mata cam unta tebal2 panjang2 tu. haaaaa... tau kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korang jangan tatau semalam aku baru tau rupa-rupanya mammoth tu wujud lagi kat atas dunia yang fana ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alkisah bermula...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku n Sue pegi la stesen duta sebab nak balik kedah. sambil tunggu bus kitorang nak lepak makan la dlu. masuk2 je foodcourt tu sekali trus kena serang ngan kakak-kakak indon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"adik nak makan apa dik? nasi ayam nasi goreng nasi campur nasi goreng ayam nasi goreng kampung. bla bla bla bla bla".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pening aku dengar n sebab tak brape nak best suasana cmtu aku pun sambil duduk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"jap kak jap. kasi duduk dulu. aaaa.kasi saya sirap limau satu ye".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue pun sama buat la order. tapi punya la competetive nye tempat tu, waitress yang attend kitorang tu dari gerai yg berlainan. tapi nasib aku malang skit, waitress aku tu tak bape nak paham bahasa. air sirap yang aku order skali air teh o ais yang dia kasi. aku malas nak kecoh minum je laaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sambil tu datang la pulak sorang mamat indon tu yang terkesima melihat hamster yang Sue bawak. ada 2 ekor hamster chomel dalam sangkar kitorang letak la atas meja coz ingat nak main2 la kan. sekali mamat indon tu boleh pulak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"eh eh. ini apa????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (dengan muka terkejut dan amat amaze sekali)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue muka dah buat signal malas layan. aku pulak cam kesian dan memang dah nature aku kot nak jadi cikgu so aku pun nak kasi la penerangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"owhhh... ni tikus".&lt;/span&gt; (yelaa..aku takot la kot kot kalo cakap word omputih dia tak paham ke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekali si mamat indon tu boleh g respond camni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"owhhhhhhh...ini memot!!!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(ngan muka excited dan confident nya dia boleh declare binatang chomel dua ekor tu memot????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psssttt...aku eja memot camtu ikut gaya sebutan mamat indon tu eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue time tu muka dah tunjuk signal menyampah trus letak sangkar bawah meja and aku terdiam trus tahan gelak. elok mamat indon tu blah je trus aku ngn Sue gelak cam nak mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"wakakakkakaka. memot???? memot tu ape? mammoth ke? hahahahhaha. hamster yg kecik comel cmtu leh ada org igt mammoth ke???ish apa punya bengong laaaaaaaa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu sepanjang makan tu duk gelak je ingat pasal mammoth. dah la tu, tak cukup ngan tu aku sambil2 tu telinga aku yang semi pekak ni boleh pulak detect sound system akak waitress aku yang tak paham bahasa tu. dari jauh aku leh dengar dia jerit &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"teh o ais satu!!!". &lt;/span&gt;boleh dikatakan hampir semua org yg order air sume dia orderkan teh o ais.dahla teh o ais dia mahal giler. singgit lima posen. giler ape. kat gerai kolej aku dah leh dapat fruit juice tauuu. haihhh...pening aku ngan indon indon ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;based on aku nya critical assumption la..mungkin mammoth masih wujud di kampung mamat indon tu. cuma dah shrink dah size jadi size hamster je. hahahahhahahaha&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/5921082571283242324-3645096529577079235?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3645096529577079235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3645096529577079235&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3645096529577079235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3645096529577079235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/05/mammoth-muncul-kembali.html' title='mammoth muncul kembali'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-427571119848245151</id><published>2009-05-05T13:29:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:52:18.173+10:00</updated><title type='text'>heeeeeee (sengih ala kerang wangi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;halu halu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for those who weren't able to get through here. I didn't restrict this blog only to certain readers. It's still d same, PUBLIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of u might think that I intentionally restricted the view as before this there was a controversial comment being posted up on the chatbox which consequently led me to delete it. But believe me, it wasn't because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care much about such kind of comment as I know everybody has their right in saying anything they want. So do I. It's up to me on how do I want to lead my life. Believe me, I'm still the same. If before this I haven't been publicly uploaded any of my free-hair photos in this page, it was because I just didn't feel like to. Try to see other medium of getting to me. Be it virtual (Facebook) or in real life. You may see all versions of me. It doesn't define me as having split personality but everybody does have their own belief aite? I rather not to judge people but you are all free to judge me if you really think that's the appropriate way of presenting yourself as an effective society member. wakakakakka. Poyo gilerrrrrrr laaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yeaaaa...talking about poyo. yea yea I am so poyoyos. My friends always throw me with words "poyo, sengal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent act of restricting this blog for a while has been widely considered as poyo by my roomates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am: "Fath, apsal ko block blog ko ni nyah??"&lt;br /&gt;*: "oooo...saje je.sebab nak exam aku malas la nak ada gangguan.malas nak control".&lt;br /&gt;Am + Ezat: "waaaaaaaaaaaa~~~femes ke ko? ramai ke org view blog ko? poyo gile!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. point take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau kak Reez mesti cakap. ada aku kesah??? hehehe =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-427571119848245151?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/427571119848245151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=427571119848245151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/427571119848245151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/427571119848245151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/05/heeeeeee-sengih-ala-kerang-wangi.html' title='heeeeeee (sengih ala kerang wangi)'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-6765033515569692427</id><published>2009-05-01T19:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:01:31.807+10:00</updated><title type='text'>resah gelisah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bila resah ingat saat indah~~~bila rindu kunyanyikan lagu~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what song is that actually? cam penah dgr lagu tu dulu tp i fail to recall lagu apakah itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hua hua huaaaaaaaaaa~~~ meroyan meroyan. exam dah dekat tapi bru je start bace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuk.. riso riso. sume salah sendiri tak sedar diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takpe takpe positive thinking positive thinking~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada lagi few more hours.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt; GAMBATE KUDASAI!!! GOODLUCK fathiah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-6765033515569692427?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/6765033515569692427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=6765033515569692427&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6765033515569692427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6765033515569692427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/05/resah-gelisah.html' title='resah gelisah'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-1866724492609921414</id><published>2009-05-01T02:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:30:10.934+10:00</updated><title type='text'>it's my thing</title><content type='html'>owh this feeling...the feeling that i'm having now is so indescribable. i'm supposed to be missing * but i rather not to get into it. uhhhhhhh... i hope i can maintain it this way until * is back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-1866724492609921414?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/1866724492609921414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=1866724492609921414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1866724492609921414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1866724492609921414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-my-thing.html' title='it&apos;s my thing'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-9055750617616377019</id><published>2009-04-30T00:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:15:04.752+10:00</updated><title type='text'>malas + malas = berjaya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;korang rasa kan formula kat atas tu boleh pakai tak? selama ni aku malas tapi takdela berjaya. tapi tak jugak gagal. so...berpuas hati dengan apa yang ada boleh? owhhh tidakkk. takleh takleh. kalau tak sampai bila nak maju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amboi???????? pandai nampak aku cakap. budget penuh motivasi diri la kununnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;padahal arini aku bermalas malasan tahap cipan mengandung. dah la semalam hidup amat tak productive dari segi academic. budget arini nak study la dah isnin n selasa depan kan exam. sekali arini seharian aku duk belek2 ulit2 blog orang2 yg aku tak kenal. duk borak2 ngn adik aku. tak cukup kat ym sambung pulak gayut kat handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goshhhhhhhhhh.rini amat tak productive idup aku.amat tak sedar diri.ni aku ada hati nak tgk changeling pulakkkkkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh apakahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. kenapa tahap kesedaran diri aku amat jahil sekali?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay tiba tiba aku nak freak out upon a statement. aku dah lama gila tak sit for an exam. kan kat aussie dlu aku pilih suma course yang takde exam.kunun la aku lg rela buat asgmt dari rasa takut nak masuk exam hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah skrg amik sebijik.next week aku ada exam.huaaaaaaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;takottttttttttttttt~~~~~cuakkkkkkkkkkk~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh diri tolong la insapppppppppp. tolong lahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!&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/5921082571283242324-9055750617616377019?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/9055750617616377019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=9055750617616377019&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/9055750617616377019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/9055750617616377019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/04/malas-malas-berjaya.html' title='malas + malas = berjaya!'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3900000396911783986</id><published>2009-04-29T20:36:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:46:43.059+10:00</updated><title type='text'>it's new!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I got a new hair cut or to be exact... new hair look. I changed d colour too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/Sfgy6MIzVWI/AAAAAAAAAwM/mEyqiQP9aXY/s1600-h/IMG_9701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/Sfgy6MIzVWI/AAAAAAAAAwM/mEyqiQP9aXY/s200/IMG_9701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330066134264927586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, here's d thing that I wanna highlight. I officially declared yesterday as my "Mamak Day" since I spent most of my evening in 3 mamaks. One in Taman Desa, and another two in Bangsar. Uhhh ohhhh...apakah aku terkena demam mamak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/Sfgysg9RRpI/AAAAAAAAAwE/xWYvVjQYQOM/s1600-h/IMG_9705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/Sfgysg9RRpI/AAAAAAAAAwE/xWYvVjQYQOM/s200/IMG_9705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330065899335534226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Gambar atas n bawah ni adalah makhluk2 yang menceriakan hari2 gelap semalam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SfgwOrkqE1I/AAAAAAAAAv8/DHADwgA4VJ0/s1600-h/IMG_9706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SfgwOrkqE1I/AAAAAAAAAv8/DHADwgA4VJ0/s200/IMG_9706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330063187765760850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p/s: i'm so starving....craving for assam laksa.laksa shack ada delivery tak? =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-3900000396911783986?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3900000396911783986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3900000396911783986&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3900000396911783986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3900000396911783986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-new.html' title='it&apos;s new!'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/Sfgy6MIzVWI/AAAAAAAAAwM/mEyqiQP9aXY/s72-c/IMG_9701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-1959469866171919616</id><published>2009-04-27T13:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:54:08.402+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the escapism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;taxi taxi taxi. That's my main medium of transportation for me in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday, when Syira n I was about to move our ass out from Midvalley, we went to South Court to grab a cab. Once I exited myself from the circulating moving glass, a guy who's the driver of that blue mpv cab approached me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"cik nak g mane cik?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't care much of attending to his approach as I knew that those blue mpv cab gonna cost me a heaven once I place my butt on its comfy seat. So there I was, walking away n asked for other budget taxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that guy kept on chasing me and followed me close anywhere I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Takpe bang. mahal la taxi tu".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eh..takpe dik. Ikut meter".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Memang la ikut meter, tapi starting 6 hengget kan?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Takpe2. saya kasi 3 hengget je".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Takpela bang. karang dah sampai tempat saya tatau la bpe pulak kene".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ok la..saya bagi 10hengget. Boleh?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Takpe takpe. Saya cari taxi lain".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to look for other taxi but most of them asked me for rm8, rm10 or rm15. None of them used metre. Until I came into this waja LCCT cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pakcik guna metre tak?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mesti la guna. Ada ke taxi tak guna metre?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After confirmation n agreement with Syira to get into that taxi, then we made our way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang perjalanan balik tu pakcik tu ngan bongkak dan angkuh duk bercerita pasal jenis2 taxi di Malaysia. Segala jenis category dia terangkan. Pakcik siap cakap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tengok bumbung ni adik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(sambil tangan duk ketuk-ketuk bumbung kereta).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kalau ada lambang macam ni,maksudnya taxi A class. Bukan calang-calang orang yg boleh drive taxi macam ni".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cehhhhhhhhhhh~~~belagak pulak boleh drive taxi A class. hampeh punya pakcik. like i care. bluekkkkkkkkk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah la tu...sempat pulak stop sana sini nak tunjuk jenis2 taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooooooooooooooooo~~~kitorang bukan nak amik kursus nak jadi taxi driver pun. Tolong jalan cepat boleh tak???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai je depan gate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Okay, 30 hengget 40 sen".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang agak2 blur time tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Brape pakcik?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"30 hengget 40 sen. tapi xpela, 40 sen tu tak payah la".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Syira terdiam. Aku terkojol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Uik? biar betul pakcik. jangan main2".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Betul la. 30 hengget 40 sen".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepala aku terhendap-hendap tengok meter di depan. Yea u're right!!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; rm30.40. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Boleh kurang tak pakcik? 15hengget buleh pakcik?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Owhhh...tak boleh".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siot punya pakcik!!!!!!!!! Aku kasi trus 50hengget n after dapat change trus aku blah. Sentap okes. That day aku naik jugak LCCT taxi, sorang pulak tu, dia ikut meter jugak, Indian pulak tu driver dia, tapi aku kena murah je. Ni dah la Malay, langsung tak tolong bangsa sendiri. Sambil drive bukan main lagi kasi nasihat jgn naik taxi sebarangan. Jangan naik taxi dengan abang mpv gatal sebab abang tu pantang nampak perempuan mesti kasi murah. business is business konon. pakcik layan la sangat business tapi kalau mencekik duit student apa guna? cuba pakcik imagine anak pakcik kena macam kitorang kena. elehhhhhhhhhh~~ada hati pakcik kutuk taxi budget cakap diorang tu orang2 miskin yang bawak taxi and banyak buat masalah, rogol n merompak. abis pakcik tu kalau terpelajar sangat nape nak cekik duit orang? kalau nk cekik duit orang kaya takpela jugak. ni student kottttt. 30hengget pakcik? saya tambah lagi bape ringgit je dah boleh balik kedah tau tak?????? habis mulia la ye hati pakcik kasi discount 40sen??? taxi budget lain setakat posen2 ni tak kira sgt pun. eeeeeiiii~~~ bawak LCCT taxi tu best sgt ke? ritu kitorang naik KLIA taxi pun kena 16hengget je utk jarak yg sama. ni LCCT taxi pun nak over2.pakcik pasang meter lain ye pakcik? guna meter new york yellow cab ye? takpe pakcik takpe. kitorang mintak biar pakcik kena saman bermillion-million.padan muka pakcik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate pakcik poyo perasan best itu.&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/5921082571283242324-1959469866171919616?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/1959469866171919616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=1959469866171919616&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1959469866171919616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1959469866171919616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/04/escapism.html' title='the escapism'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-5674949007858748732</id><published>2009-04-22T13:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:22:25.093+10:00</updated><title type='text'>gadis milo itu tidak cacat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dalam perjalanan menuju destinasi. Selepas pelbagai topik diperkatakan dan ber'episod' senda gurau diperdengarkan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia menegur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh eh~~~ baju milo! ijau nye baju dia! tengok tengok ada cop milo tak kat baju? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh??? baju milo? sentap!!! penat fathiah pakai baju cantik2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ada hari sukan ke rini pakai baju rumah hijau. fathiah rumah ijau eh? masuk acara apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huaaaaaaaa~~~baju ijau rumah sukan? cantik okey baju ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;erm..ada nampak billboard milo tak? &lt;/span&gt;(sambil memandu mata meliar mencari billboard milo di tepi jalan. sambil memandu sehingga sampai ke destinasi, lagu tema yang mengiringi..minum milo anda jadi sehat dan kuat~~~).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selepas perut penuh terisi dan leher mual dengan selera makan barat, ice chocolate with whipped cream, banana chocolate cake and tea, kami berjalan bahagia menuju parking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia berkata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh..nak g toilet la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okessss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perbualan bersambung sambil menuju ke arah loji buangan. Tiba di hadapan pintu -pintu tandas, dia menuju ke tandas lelaki dan aku menuju ke tandas opposite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia menegur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haaaa...masuk toilet disabled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biar la. orang memang suka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selepas hajat ditunaikan dan tersenyum chicky di hadapan cermin, handbag dicapai dan pintu dibuka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Krek krek. Dush dushhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monologue dalaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ishh... ni apsal pintu ni takleh bukak? Ketatnye. stuck la pulakkkk. Ishhhhh... &lt;/span&gt;(sambil kaki menendang2 pintu tandas). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Handphone di cari dan panggilan dibuat. Tak berjawab. Sah lah handphone tinggal dalam kereta. Aku cuak. Panik. Terbayang assignment yang perlu dihantar esok belum di print dan kegelapan mungkin menemani malam di dalam tandas shopping mall. Tidakkkkkkkk!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tombol di pulas lagi. Punat kunci dipulas dan dipusing. Pintu ditendang dan diketuk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dari luar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fathiah kat dalam lagi ke? Nape? Stuck ke? &lt;/span&gt;(suara panik)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a'aaaa. pintu ni stuck la. camne ni? tak boleh bukak la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jap jap...gi cari org jap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cleaner datang tapi gagal menolong. Cleaner pergi mencari kunci tetapi kunci gagal jugak menolong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fathiah rilex ok. Diorang panggil maintainance. Camne kat dalam tu? Ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK...&lt;/span&gt; (suara sayu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keadaan makin riuh di luar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni maintainance dah datang. Jap ye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sambil itu aku teruskan usaha. Memulas tombol ke kiri dan ke kanan. Memusing kunci ke kiri ke kanan. Gagal. Cuba lagi. Gagal. Cuba lagi. Damn!!! Berjaya akhirnya. Pintu di buka dan aku terkesima. Ada sekumpulan manusia. Dua darinya berpakaian seragam dan ber'walkie-talkie'. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okey. settle2."&lt;/span&gt;. Shootttt.... guards pun ada? Cleaner and maintainance usah ditanya. Orang yang lalu lalang? Bukan lagi soalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku malu. Terperangkap di dalam toilet orang kurang upaya. Ya ampun!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dalam perjalanan menuju kereta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh eh...ada vandine machine milo la. ada camera? meh nak tolong amikkan gambar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sebelum mengucap goodbye di hadapan gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; tadi kan ada budak milo ter'stuck' dalam toilet disabled. taktaula sape ye budak milo tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Huaaaaaaaa~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-5674949007858748732?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/5674949007858748732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=5674949007858748732&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5674949007858748732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5674949007858748732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/04/gadis-milo-itu-tidak-cacat.html' title='gadis milo itu tidak cacat'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-1674395100366683449</id><published>2009-04-22T13:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:51:59.062+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/Se6T50rsbKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/y5ix4yPCo9o/s1600-h/IMG_9686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/Se6T50rsbKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/y5ix4yPCo9o/s200/IMG_9686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327358030829612194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 pink roses, 2 carnations, 3 lilies and a bundle of forget me not. a heart shape box of ferrero rocher n a cylinder of beryl's dark chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope u understand =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-1674395100366683449?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/1674395100366683449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=1674395100366683449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1674395100366683449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1674395100366683449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-heart-says.html' title='my heart says...'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/Se6T50rsbKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/y5ix4yPCo9o/s72-c/IMG_9686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3239201261227612811</id><published>2009-04-20T17:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:21:56.151+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mari mari puan dengar ini cerita. suami saya asyik balik awal saja. ada pembantu baru katanya. tentu dia perempuan muda. owhhh kan abang dah kata, Axion namanya. Axion ke Aziah? owhhh tunjukkan saya. Axion ini dengan sistem berkuasa. pantas membersih minyak tanggal segera. nyata lebih bagus Axion bagusssssssssss~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha. bengong bengong. tiba-tiba jari2 pendek ni laju je type lirik lagu iklan Axion. korang nak lagu pe? meh sini ai tolong nyanyikan. lagu &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nini Cokelat Celup&lt;/span&gt; nak tak? ai boleh nyanyi sambil goyang2 lagi. ermmmm. lagu &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nano Cokelat Masam Masin&lt;/span&gt; nak tak? tu pun ai boleh jugak nyanyi. muahahahahhahah~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually... I've been meaning to tell something which has currently pushed me up high in the sky. About something unpredictable which was the last thing you would ever thought I would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeng jeng jeng~~~~~~~apakah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather not saying it in words. I wanna upload some pix but I dunno why...laptop ni tetiba takleh detect plak my memory card. So I couldn't transfer the pix. haihhhhh~~ adakah laptop ku yang masih berkilat serupa baru ini telah ter'cacat' otaknya seperti tuan nya juga? adakah???&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/5921082571283242324-3239201261227612811?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3239201261227612811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3239201261227612811&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3239201261227612811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3239201261227612811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/04/mari-mari-puan-dengar-ini-cerita.html' title=''/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-7499445162075828677</id><published>2009-04-16T16:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:11:36.488+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ai em so shai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;okey. baca tajuk di atas dengan ejaan bahasa melayu baku yea. tapi ayat itu ayat omputih koz rini ai nak feeling budak cakap orang putih tapi tak reti eja. hehehe =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aritu ai pegi tengok muvi. dalam otak duk nampak imej kereta sport drift laju2 je.nampak bayangan lelaki kacak bodi mantap dan awek cun seksi sarsi. niat murni memang nak tengok "fast and furious" aaaaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A: kul bpe eh skrg? (sambil tarik tangan ai nak tengok jam).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: kul 2 dah. dengan selamba ai jawab sambil mata sekelip cuma melintas atas jarum jam di tangan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A: camtu kita beli tiket 2.30 aaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: okai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lepak-lepak borak-borak beli popkon beli air. naik atas g usha hall dah light on blum. lepak-lepak makan popcorn borak-borak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: hurmmm...dah 2.25 aaaa. apsal hall 7 tak nyale lg ni. diorang x abis cuci hall lg ke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A: lepak laaa.nnti nyale kite masuk aaaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: orang lain sume dh takde. tinggal kite ngn apek cina tu je.takkan kot.x logik aaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A: best pe org x ramai. rilek rilek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: tak tahan aaa... nak g tanya la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A: tunggu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lepak-lepak tunggu-tunggu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: hurmmm...dah kul 2.35 laa. 5 minutes lewat. ni mesti iklan pn dh start. apsal tak nyale2 pun hall 7 ni. org lain sume xde dh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A: ala..mb diorang x siap lg kot clear hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: ish...tak tahan aaaa...igt nk g tny adik yg jaga tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A: g la tanya kalo tak malu. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: ala..nk malu apa. tak malu aaaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B berjalan ngn muka cover bengang ke arah adik yang jaga entrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: adik. fast and furious 2.30 kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;C: a'aaa. 2.30 kak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: hall 7 kan?apsal tak on lg aaa???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;C: sebab 2.30 la kak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: yelaaaa 2.30.tapi ni dh 2.35 ape.apsal tak on lg?dh lmbt ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;C: skrg 1.30 kak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B tercengang terkesima kat situ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: owh... eh? ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B blah je dr situ ngn muke takde perasaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A: camne?adik tu ckp pe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: erm... (muka terkulat2). skrg ni 1.30 laa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A: yeke?dah tu malu tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: malu...tp tak malu pun.biarla.bukan ada org pun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;soalan bonus: siapakah B yang mengong itu??? sape leh jawab ai belanja minum sirap limau.mau? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-7499445162075828677?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/7499445162075828677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=7499445162075828677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7499445162075828677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7499445162075828677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/04/ai-em-so-shai.html' title='ai em so shai'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-6112201561547936041</id><published>2009-04-12T02:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:29:26.032+10:00</updated><title type='text'>secret recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My previous weekend was so jammed packed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday: went off to Sg.Wang for weekly girl shopping. went off to Kak Ida's farewell dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday: went off to PC Fair, went off to BB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Despite all the events that had taken place, there's one significant encounter which captured me most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was alone in monorail n boredom had nearly driven me crazy, I had a friendly chat with one of the foreigners near me. She's from Iran and I'm not going to tell u everything unless for this part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Owh.. so you're married? In the early age I guess. How old are u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia: I'm 30 this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Seriously??? U look so young for ur age. I thought u're 25.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia: hehe (blushing). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;maybe because I'm married to someone who loves me much which makes me look so young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sweet~~~~~~~ so girls~~if you wanna look young and beautiful till the end of ur life, please please n please, get married to someone who really love u&lt;/span&gt; ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-6112201561547936041?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/6112201561547936041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=6112201561547936041&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6112201561547936041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6112201561547936041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/04/secret-recipe.html' title='secret recipe'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3093932832408314987</id><published>2009-04-11T10:49:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:33:08.622+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm gay i'm gay i'm gay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. i'm gay but i'm not a gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau dalam entry sebelum ni rupa aku tak ubah macam Son Goku atau Bezita dengan rambut meroyan tercacak-cacak tahap dewa berapi,kalini aku menaip entry dengan rambut terurus muka suci senyuman chicky bersama sisa air basi. wahhahahaha. takde la tipu jerrrrrrrrr. takde la basi2. tu budak kecik je. bukan untuk wanita tak anggun seperti aku. tapi... aku ngaku la.. tak mandi lagi pagi ni.... huuuuuuu. bluek bluek i dun care. yang penting wangi semulajadi. weng weng wengggggggg =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. pagi ni skala mood aku menunjukkan jam skala berputar sehingga ke titik terakhir level gembira. aku hepi banget banget amat sebab weekend ni aku tak yah lagi dah meroyan assignment macam last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay update kesibukan yang aku lalui minggu lepas. kepada mereka-mereka yang panggilan telefon dibiar sepi dan sms dijawab angin, maka ini penjelasan ke atas tindakan2 drastik aku itu yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;termometer meroyan aku menunjukkan bacaan suhu panas akal sejak dari hari Jumaat lepas. mari kita singkap kisah kehidupan seorang pelajar mengong. mari mari kita lihat siapa yang kena!! (perhatian: make sure anda baca dengan gaya dan nada seperti abang pendek dalam cerita P.Ramlee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd April Jumaat:&lt;br /&gt;Lepas kelas aku sudah mengong membaca soalan2 yang perlu aku jawab. Niat asal nak menyiapkan lesson plan yang dah start sikit malam sebelumnya. Tapi penat so rehat jap. Petang tu keluar pergi Midvalley sorang2 sebab nak beli materials untuk microteaching. On d way pegi lagi aku dah ada bad feeling. Aku tahan taxi sume pun tak stop. Sume pun ada orang. Last2 skali yang stop pun LCCT taxi.&lt;br /&gt;Aku cakap kat pakcik india tu, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"it's okay uncle.i'm not getting in".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle tu ajak jugak naik.aku cakap lagi,"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's okay uncle,i'm not going.LCCT taxi is too expensive".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle masih tidak berpuas hati. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"get in.i'm using meter".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku masih menjawab, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"it's okay uncle.i know the meter is on but it's double d speed.i can't afford". &lt;/span&gt;(wahhhh~~selamba je aku ngaku aku tak mampu.hehe.yelaaa.ritu penah kena dari midval balik hostel kena sampai rm18 kotttt.padahal paling mahal rm6 je kalau jam.tu pun kalau jam ye. take note take note. kalau tak jam dalam 3ringgit lebih takpun rm4 je).&lt;br /&gt;uncle: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"okay la.u nk pegi mana?berapa u boleh bayar?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "i nak pegi midvalley. 4 ringgit je i boleh bayar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"okay la.4 ringgit".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku yang masih tak puas hati, bertanya,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "betul eh uncle 4 ringgit je.kalau tak saya taknak".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ye cik.4 ringgit je".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pun masuk dalam taxi and tanya lagi, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"betul eh uncle 4ringgit.janji eh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "ye betul 4ringgit~~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu taxi bergerak tapi ke arah lain.huaaaaaaa!!!hampeh betul.aku tau dia sengaja je kan nk ikut jalan jauh.geram geram geram.nasib baik aku kena tak sampai 10 ringgit.idak aku nak..erm...ape eh?hehe...tatau =p&lt;br /&gt;okay back 2 d story;&lt;br /&gt;Niat asal mahu membeli Lego set untuk dijadikan teaching aids semasa mengajar murid tentang bangunan. Niat asal mahu membuat lesson interesting dengan menghamburkan selonggok Lego set dan membiarkan kanak-kanak riang bermain lego membina bangunan. Tapi cita-cita tinggi melangit telah sekelip mata terbenam dalam ke dasar perut bumi bila mata hampir terjojol keluar melihat harga lego. Ting!!!! bijik mata aku dah keluar seinci dan naluri memberontak meminta aku megguling-gulingkan diri di dalam Toys R Us itu. huaaaaaa!!!apsal la Lego mahal sgt ni~~~ada patut harga beratus-ratus??? Tak logik tak logik. Lalu disebabkan sentap yang amat aku tawaf Toys R Us tu berkali-kali mencari kalau2 ada benda lain yang aku boleh substitute kan. tapi keciwa dan sentap..aku keluar melangkah menuju ke vincci dan nose. Favourite spot aku. Masa itu aku berniat nak merembat sepasang kasut di vincci yang aku suka tapi masa aku nak beli takde size. Tapi sekali lagi kecewa,tangan aku masih kosong keluar dari kedai2 kasut itu. Tapi aku tenangkan hati dengan ayat, "takpe takpe.last week dah beli 3 pasang dah cukup la". lalu akibat keciwa dan sedar diri taraf aku sebenarnya hanya layak berada di tempat-tempat murah,lalu aku ke Carefour membeli hard cardboard,manila card,glue sticks,colour pencils,crayon,colour papers and macam2 lagi.akibatnya aku terpaksa buat teaching materials sendiri.hand made.hua hua huaaaa....tapi hampeh okes carefour...manila card sekeping rm3.10??sentap gile.cardboard tu kalau nak mahal sampai rm10 pun leh terima la coz keras.ni yang lembik cam jellyfish pn nk mahal ke.eeeeii...nak g saman la kilang manila card ni.jom jom jom. Then kesentapan bersambung bila aku terpaksa jalan sambil mengepit hard cardboard di celah ketiak kiri dan menggenggam 2 plastic bag penuh stationaries dan air kotak 2 dozen dan mineral water 1 bottle di tangan kanan. (mengong laaa.dah tau barang banyak tapi degil jugak nak beli air berliter-liter). Dengan susah payah aku jalan pergi North Court nak tunggu taxi. Sekali lagi mata hampir terjojol keluar bila queue terlalu panjang macam ulang melingkar-lingkar. Sentap~~ maka aku terhoyong-hayang sekali lagi jalan menuju ke South Court. Phewww...nasib la queue pendek je tapi taxi lak ngokngek~~sume pun nak demand. taknak g pj-bangsar sebab jam n hujan petang. nasib la last2 dapat jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th April, Sabtu:&lt;br /&gt;Pergi kenduri Kak Ida n jumpa family terchenta. Malam baru ada masa nak tengok assignment. Semangat berkobar-kobar nak print assignment and since d print is out of ink, so i had to refill d catridges. aku pun berlagak la gaya-gaya doctor duk inject ink dalam catridge.black n colour.sume pun aku inject.Skali printer buat hal. ink taknak kuar. abis tangan aku kena ink lalu sentap aku pun baca je la readings kat screen laptop. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th April, Ahad:&lt;br /&gt;Pagi-pagi dah bangun buat materials untuk microteaching. masa terbazir berjam-jam duk operate printer.rupa aku time tu tak ubah cam tukang cat dengan ink habis kena seluruh badan termasuk muka. so that day sepanjang hari buat teaching materials. malam tu pulak duk draft asgmt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th April, Isnin:&lt;br /&gt;buat asgmt dari pukul 5 pagi sampai malam. assignment yang sepatutnya 1000words aku g bantai tulis sampai 2000+ words~ aku lupa masa lupa segala. sampaikan abah call tanya pasal kaki pun jawapan aku, "eh..a'aaa eh. kaki. lupa lak. haha".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th April, Selasa:&lt;br /&gt;buat write up 1500words dar pukul 12tghari sampai 8malam.gile lembab aku menulis.malam tu memang all out ngan siapkan reference sume.went through balik lesson plan and materials yang kena present esok nya. tido malam itu tidak nyenyak. hanya 2 jam. huaaa~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th April, Rabu:&lt;br /&gt;pagi-pagi lagi aku dah mengantuk giler tapi tido tetap tak cukup. presentation went good but i was sleepy!!! cakap pun cam orang giler dah. aku tak focus. tapi tak kisah la. then anta assignment so hooray!!!! tapi kegembiraan hanya kekal hingga ke petang. malam tu terpaksa bertungkus lumus menyiapkan materials untuk ke sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th April, Khamis:&lt;br /&gt;pagi2 bangun siapkan materials. nasib la menda ni sume group work so kerja bersama rakan takdela demotivated sangat. tergopoh-gopoh kitorang lari pergi photostat shop untuk copy task sheets for students. terlari-lari kejar taxi dan sampai sekolah. phewwww~~ kitorang ngaja 2 classes of year 2 students. ajar literature. malam tu sambung bekerja keras lagi siapkan materials untuk esok nye exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th April, Jumaat:&lt;br /&gt;pagi2 lagi dah jalan gi s.k. bangsar. ada language game exhibition. hua hua hua. seronok main dengan budak2 tu sebab boleh jadi amat excited dan energetic. aku masa tu serupa telah menelan ecstasy sebab terlalu aktif gembira bersama students. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 11th April, Saturday: aku sepatutnya pergi PC Fair tapi tak sure lagi camne sebab rasa macam malas nak bersesak2. Maybe g area BB sudaaaaa~~&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/5921082571283242324-3093932832408314987?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3093932832408314987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3093932832408314987&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3093932832408314987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3093932832408314987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-gay-im-gay-im-gay-hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-6516538623835018861</id><published>2009-04-05T21:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:50:43.901+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY--------&gt;psycho + meroyan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At my back, behind my waist, my two fingers are flocking together, crossing each other hoping for luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Owh dear Lord... please run the time slower for I have extra seconds to work on my assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current Mode: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;psycho&lt;/span&gt; tahap dewa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current Appearance: keadaan diri tak ubah seperti seorang perempuan yang hilang kewarasan akal dengan rambut laksana dewi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meroyan&lt;/span&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/5921082571283242324-6516538623835018861?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/6516538623835018861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=6516538623835018861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6516538623835018861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6516538623835018861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-psycho-meroyan.html' title='BUSY--------&gt;psycho + meroyan'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-2192995546482740526</id><published>2009-04-02T14:34:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:36:42.412+10:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>Hello~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea I know I've been abandoning my blog for... erm... owh I lose track on my previous update. That explains my long lost I think. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with.. erm.. not with only academic stuffs, but my social life as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going out with friends almost everyday. Like I always do. So basically there's really nothing different taking place in my life. Nothing significant. Hehe. I'm lying. There're few significant things to be highlighted but I rather not to discuss it here. (private stuffs won't be publicly discussed babe) ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually last weekend I was supposed to be back in Kedah coz it was my second cousin's wedding on last Saturday. Owh yea! I met my second cousin, Kak Ida whom I haven't met for...ermm... 5 years? Yea it's been so long that we last met each other until last Monday she stopped by KL after her long journey from Heathrow. It was a surprise by the ways, as she called me up using her sis's cellphone and I really didn't expect it was Kak Ida on the line. It doubled the surprise when I knew that Kak Ida n her younger sis, Kakcik were already in my college waiting for me to finish class. So we met up and went ahead to their another sis, Awa. We had our sisters' day out and went for satay kajang. They insisted me to go back and requested me to be the bridesmaid to Kak Ida. I was really confused as I had mountains of assignments to be looked at. After little discussion with mom on phone, I decided not to go back. But I'll definitely attend the other reception in KL this coming 4th April. Janji kali ni =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last weekend, on Saturday, I was supposed to attend my Convent Gath in Paddington, OU. But towards the very last end, I couldn't make it. I was already ready to go but Fatni couldn't make it to pick me up so we canceled it off. I was upset of not being able to attend the gathering but I think everything happens for a reason... Next time maybe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that Saturday I went to lookout point somewhere near Ampang to witness the moment of Earth Hour. It was my first time being up there and it really brought back my memory to the Mount Coo-Tha lookout point that I'd been to in Brisbane. Huaaaa~~ Seriously I miss Brissy =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that day I made new friends and met one of my ex-schoolmate. How small the world is aite ;p&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SdRcoONDbuI/AAAAAAAAAvs/hMvmMJOqrOw/s1600-h/IMG_9414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SdRcoONDbuI/AAAAAAAAAvs/hMvmMJOqrOw/s200/IMG_9414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319978905908768482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Sunday, I really didn't have any intention of going anywhere. I just wanted to stay in my room and work on my assignment. But late in d evening suddenly Amnah came out with an idea of going for a proper dinner in Chillis. So g la makan2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Monday, I went to Shah Alam n at night I had dinner with friends in Sushi King. bluek bluek makan tak kenyang so sambung makan kat Scud (gerai kat sini2). See~~~ I've told ya I eat a lot but still, I couldn't gain weight. *Mengongs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm supposed to be working on my assignment. Owhhh~~ How I wish Encik Poppy is here, to accompany me while doing my work. pippy meowwwww~~~miss u... =(&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/5921082571283242324-2192995546482740526?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/2192995546482740526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=2192995546482740526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2192995546482740526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2192995546482740526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SdRcoONDbuI/AAAAAAAAAvs/hMvmMJOqrOw/s72-c/IMG_9414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-124802500109524128</id><published>2009-03-27T03:58:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:29:59.634+10:00</updated><title type='text'>aku memang gelabah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suatu masa dulu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menda paling kurang aku gemar sepanjang hidup: bangun awal pagi dan bersiap ke kelas. Dengan sisa ngantuk yang memang takkan pupus sampai bila-bila, aku seret badan untuk shower dan dengan mata kuyu yang selayaknya disokong dengan pencungkil gigi untuk mencelikkannya, aku sarung baju kurung ala2 gadis decent. Aku tarik kerusi lalu duduk menghadap cermin. Dengan muka tak ikhlas, aku belek2 muka dan korek2 mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bukak container putih tempat simpanan contact lense jernih aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam keadaan separa mengantuk, aku koyak mata luas2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak mata hitam ....checked, sihat. Tapi.... ada garisan halus di lingkaran mata. Aku sapu2 dalam mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!!! Contact lense terlekat dalam mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!! Aku terlupa buang contact lense malam semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumpah aku gelabah~ sumpah aku cuak time tu. Pagi2 lagi aku dah terlalak terpekik mengejutkan budak2 bilik sebelah yang berniat ponteng class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hua~~~~aku terlupa buang contact lense smlm. cmne ni weyhhhh!!! takleh bukak!!!". &lt;/span&gt;Sambil jari telunjuk aku menguis2 dalam mata. Tapi ternyata tiada tanda garisan itu akan terkopek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku angkat kaki duduk melutut ala-ala Ju-On atas kerusi. Seluruh badan aku shaking dengan tidak sekata. Air mata hampir jatuh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wei camne ni? Aku nak g hospital. Aku nak suruh doktor tolong buang contact lense aku. Camne ni. Camne kalau kena bedah? Camne kalau contact lense ni terus terlekat tak boleh bukak? Aku taknak buta~~".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumpah aku dah saiko masa tu. Kawan2 aku sumer dah gelabah. Satu rumah dah kumpul dalam bilik aku. Syira n Nita siap offer nak teman aku g hospital. Amnah yang tengah nyenyak tido di bilik opposite terkejut bangun bila dengar kecoh2 dan terus datang comfort kan aku. Jannah dari bilik depan cuba tenangkan aku dan tengok2 atas meja aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba Jannah cakap,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Fath. Ni contact lense Fath dalam bekas ni ape? Meh Jan tengok mata Fath betul2". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiii~~~ sumpah aku malu bila Jan cakap, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"La...ni mana ada contact lense pun dalam mata. Line ni urat mata la". &lt;/span&gt;Aku macam tak percaya. Dengan tangan terketar2 aku koyak mata luas2 dan usha betul2. Kawan2 lain pun ikut sama tengokkan mata aku. Semua orang yakinkan aku yang memang takde apa2 dalam mata aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot!!! Aku memang paranoid. Tu semua akibat leteran mak aku yang masa tu kerja nurse di ward mata. Aku paranoid dengan cerita ramai gadis remaja hampir buta kerana contact lense. Tapi yang pasti, pagi itu, kebengongan aku telah buat semua orang gelabah sama. Sampai hari ni cerita tu masih menjadi first raking untuk dijadikan bahan gelakkan aku. Eeeeeeiii~~~ apsal la aku boley gelabah sampai jadi drama queen? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009. 26th March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumpah aku mengantuk. Akibat tak cukup tido malam semalam, aku memang wajib tido siang tadi. Even aku tak suka tido siang tapi siang tadi sumpah hukum tido siang ke atas aku adalah wajib. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan preparation lengkap mau tido, aku korek mata keluarkan contact lense kanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pup~~~ terjatuh. Tapi aku cool je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bukak contact lense kiri dan masukkan dalam bekas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mulakan proses pencarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? Mana hilang? Dah separuh lantai aku cari tapi tak jumpa. Aku belek2 loker tak jugak ada. Memang confirm la xkan ada dalam loker sbb bukan aku sumbat muka aku dalam loker pun tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku raba2 badan takut kalau2 terlekat kat baju. Takde jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ezat~~~leh tak tolong on lampu jap? contact lense aku jatuh la".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas on lampu Ezat pun datang cari sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak jugak jumpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah gelabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eh... pelik la. takkan ilang kot. mana eh? ish eran ni eran". &lt;/span&gt;Sambil tu jari aku teraba2 badan sendiri kalau2 terlekat atas badan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba2 aku nampak kilauan cahaya atas kuku jari tangan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Uik? ni apa plak atas kuku ni? eh~~~contact lense aku terjatuh atas jari lekat kat kuku la. hehehehe".&lt;/span&gt; Sambil buat muka2 blur yang langsung tak comel aku cover malu depan Ezat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time-time tu jugak Ezat, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eeeeeiii~~~awak ni kan Fath. Sama la mcm kes contact lense awak dulu abis kecoh satu umah. Nasib kali ni satu bilik je". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha~~~sowey laaaa...aku memang gelabah la... Takleh nak tolong lagi dah =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bukan setakat gelabah when it comes to contact lense. Baru-baru ni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009, 21st March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awal-awal pagi Sufi text aku: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fath, mlm ni confirm eh bus kul 12? Tunggu kat mana?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun call abah: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Abah. bus kakak kul 12 kan? tiket ada kat abah kan?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah aku: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eh? bukan abah dah bagi kat kakak ke aritu masa g makan?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak aku yang masa tu ada dengan ayah aku kat umah kenduri dari belakang mencelah: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Haaaa~~~abah dah bagi dah ritu".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku lak yang masih blur di pagi hari: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mana ada. kakak tak amik pun. takdak pun kat kakak".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah aku yang cool: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"takpa2 rilex. ada nya. takkan la ilang kot. nanti abah balik cari".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan kelajuan super saiya level ke-3, abah sampai umah. Aku pulak dalam masa menunggu menjalankan kewajipan aku mencari sama. Aku korek2 purse guess kulit buaya aku yang telah ternoda dengan kesan calaran tegar dan hamburkan segala resit2 yang ada. Aku buang sebahagian resit yang aku rasa tak perlu di usha kembali kalau setakat barangan runcit tapi aku simpan resit2 baju dan kasut dengan alasan mahu menganalisa jumlah kerugian bulanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah aku sampai umah terus masuk bilik cari tiket. Tiba2 abah muncul dalam bilik aku: "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eh kakak. memang takdak la kat abah tiket tu. abah memang dah bagi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang masih mahu menang:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Tak~~abah tak bagi. tiket tu pun kakak tak penah tengok".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil bercakap mata abah meliar atas dressing table tempat longgokan resit2 shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ni apa? bukan tiket ka? laaaaaaa. ada atas meja ni pun tak nampak ka?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang memang blur tahap cipan mengandung 9 bulan,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Eh? tiket ka? ingatkan resit apa2".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huaaaa~~~ sumpah aku nampak muka abah tahan geram time tu. Tapi haruslah takde apa2 yang hinggap atas pipi atau kata2 yang menyakitkan hati, sebab aku tau abah takkan sampai ati nk lukakan anak dia yang kurang upaya ini. hahahahahahhaha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sekarang ni tiap2 kali aku bukak je mulut, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"wei~~~mana aku nye (apa-apa barang) eh??". &lt;/span&gt;Mesti Asyi dan dan sound, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ang cari dulu aaaaa. jangan cari ngn mulut".&lt;/span&gt; hahahahah. kesian okes aku asyik kena marah ngn Asyi. Aku rasa la kan aku kena pasang handphone kat sume menda2 aku la so bila ilang leh miskol. hehehehehe =p&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/5921082571283242324-124802500109524128?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/124802500109524128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=124802500109524128&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/124802500109524128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/124802500109524128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/03/aku-memang-gelabah.html' title='aku memang gelabah'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-1252182147547298638</id><published>2009-03-20T14:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:19:43.928+10:00</updated><title type='text'>it was nearly a tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ScMnOYOFMrI/AAAAAAAAAvk/e47cX7NsqkM/s1600-h/IMG_9407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ScMnOYOFMrI/AAAAAAAAAvk/e47cX7NsqkM/s200/IMG_9407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315135113200480946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, the celebration had nearly turned into a tragedy. Majlis bacaan yassin di rumah baru along and kak Razia (my bro n my lovely sis in law), yang ceria dengan gelak ketawa dan riuh dengan suara mesra berbicara selepas tamat bacaan yassin, digemparkan dengan jeritan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"api~~api~~~".&lt;/span&gt; (goshh!seyes cam drama plak aku cite.hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaa... so that was it. tengah aku sibuk memotong puding laici dan along sibuk mengisi kuah mee kari ke dalam pinggan, acik datang sambil bertanya, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"bau apa ni?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serta-merta, aku terus terpandang pinggan di atas dapur yang di bawahnya ada nyalaan api berwarna jingga".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku yang memang senang gelabah terus terjerit,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; "api!!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along terkejut lalu terlompat dan terus membuka kabinet bawah tempat simpanan gas. akibat tindakan refleks abang aku yang pantas membuka pintu kabinet, api jingga yang marak menyerbu keluar dari ruang itu dan mengakibatkan semua yang berada di dapur turut terlompat sama. aku yang terkejut melihat api besar marak keluar dari kabinet betul2 sebelah aku terus terlepas semua barang dalam genggaman dan berlari sembunyi di tepi fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abah yang mendengar suara riuh-rendah di dapur terus meluru dari arah ruang tamu dengan kelajuan supersonic. mama yang sebelum itu sibuk dengan macam2 hal terus tergamam di sebelah washing machine. atok yang baru beberapa saat sebelum riuh bertanya itu ini tiba-tiba terkocoh-kocoh cuba membuka pintu yang berkunci. kak Ida yang sibuk mengisi mee terlompat dari duduk dan terus berdiri pegun di sebelah kak Razia di sebalik pintu bilik.tapi paling tak boleh blah, adik aku Nani yang sebelum itu sibuk menolong kak Ida terus bangun berlari menuju ke depan dengan niat mau merangkak keluar ikut sliding door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam keadaan semua orang statik, acik terjerit2 menyuruh sesiapa saja membuka pintu dapur. tapi ternyata, wanita-wanita yang berada di dalam keadaan panik tidak seorang pun mampu bergerak dan lantas, acik sendiri yang lari membuka pintu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manakala along pula, selepas lompatan kijang yang dilakukan awal tadi, terus menghulurkan tangan membuka penutup gas. acik pulak dengan pantas menarik paip washing machine dan memberi arahan &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"tepi tepi nak bukak ayaq ni~~!!".&lt;/span&gt; tapi yang best nya time tu, abah sempat tarik periuk besar berisi kuah kari untuk diselamatkan dari dimasuki air. akibatnya, tangan abah melecur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah, gas tidak meletup dan rumah tidak terbakar. tapi selepas kejadian semua terkaku sebentar dan yang pasti, seluruh badan aku was shaking!!!seyes takut. seyes cuak!!!!&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/5921082571283242324-1252182147547298638?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/1252182147547298638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=1252182147547298638&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1252182147547298638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1252182147547298638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-was-nearly-tragedy.html' title='it was nearly a tragedy'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ScMnOYOFMrI/AAAAAAAAAvk/e47cX7NsqkM/s72-c/IMG_9407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-4948316018667610363</id><published>2009-03-20T12:12:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:44:42.344+10:00</updated><title type='text'>banana twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here, I wanna share with you a recipe of something which never fail to make me smile. Before, when I was young mom always made this for me. Though she didn't have the intention of making it, I would personally asked her to make it. Coz I truly madly deeply in love with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's...................pisang twist as been called by mom but it's banana twist as been called by me. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh~~It's a bless for being able to be in the kitchen again. It's been a while since my last cook as living in IPBA prohibited me from cooking. But being at home this time, I only make simple meals like fruit salad, fried vege and banana twist. (nampak sangat malas~~~huhu. alasan? sebab kat aussie dulu dah selalu masak so balik malaysia nak senang lenang =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. Enough with words. Here we go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) sesikat pisang emas.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ScMNt1PtidI/AAAAAAAAAu8/lz8TgJrEw2E/s1600-h/IMG_9383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ScMNt1PtidI/AAAAAAAAAu8/lz8TgJrEw2E/s200/IMG_9383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315107066265569746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) uli tepung gandum + mentega + air garam sampai sebati and buat dough kecik2 bulat2 comel2 cmni. (agak2 jela ehhh brape banyak tepung sume tu coz my cooking principle says...the best texture is felt by your bare fingers.hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ScMdsqMnMRI/AAAAAAAAAvc/OHBQ-HD3Xlc/s1600-h/IMG_9381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ScMdsqMnMRI/AAAAAAAAAvc/OHBQ-HD3Xlc/s200/IMG_9381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315124638305956114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) lenyek/gelek dough tadi sampai rata dan potong petak (tebal dan size ala2 cheddar cheese).&lt;br /&gt;4) letak pisang emas yang telah dibelah dua dan pakaikan baju kepadanya iaitu dengan membalut badan pisang dengan menggunakan dough yg diuli menjadi seperti cheddar cheese tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ScMdndzUOtI/AAAAAAAAAvU/xgsgVU6-j8E/s1600-h/IMG_9395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ScMdndzUOtI/AAAAAAAAAvU/xgsgVU6-j8E/s200/IMG_9395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315124549079284434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ScMdhN5mGcI/AAAAAAAAAvM/2rWOsa_G3y8/s1600-h/IMG_9394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ScMdhN5mGcI/AAAAAAAAAvM/2rWOsa_G3y8/s200/IMG_9394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315124441731439042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) goreng dengan menggunakan api perlahan untuk mengelak gelembung2 udara berupa kotdk hodoh dan gaulkan di dalam gula icing.&lt;br /&gt;6) tada!!!!! sedia untuk disantap~~~&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ScMdXtAiBwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/mi1uyT2bS0g/s1600-h/IMG_9413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ScMdXtAiBwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/mi1uyT2bS0g/s200/IMG_9413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315124278283339522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-4948316018667610363?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/4948316018667610363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=4948316018667610363&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4948316018667610363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4948316018667610363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/03/banana-twist.html' title='banana twist'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ScMNt1PtidI/AAAAAAAAAu8/lz8TgJrEw2E/s72-c/IMG_9383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-4152712948760818168</id><published>2009-03-18T03:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:39:33.515+10:00</updated><title type='text'>leka nya kamu wahai gadis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bangun pagi ------------------------------&gt; aku hepi banget. sebab celik2 mata kaklong balik. Rizq balik. paksu maksu n cousin2 sume singgah umah before balik kl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku hepi banget. bila Rizq peluk aku. bila Rizq kiss aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku hepi banget. bila Rizq boleh aku bawak berjalan. holding hands sambil cakap2 comel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku hepi banget. bila Rizq makan disuap oleh aku. bila Rizq minum dikemudi aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku hepi banget. bila Rizq tidur bersandarkan aku dalam kereta. bila Rizq tidur dengan aku bergulung dovet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malam menjelma --------------------------&gt; aku sedih banget. bila Rizq memeluk goodbye dan kiss pipi kiri kanan tanda sayonara dan salam tangan bersama ciuman basah mengucap "see u!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sedih banget. bila 2 jari kaki aku yang semalam ditembak nitrogen tadi menggelembung dan minta dicucuk dan dicuci lukanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sedih banget. bila aku online dengan niat untuk check e-mail sebelum tidur tapi aku ditegur rakan bertanyakan perihal assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sedih banget banget amat~~~ bila tau banyak assignment aku tak buat lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sedih banget banget amat~~~ bila aku sedar submission date semakin hampir tapi aku satu patah perkataan pun tak type lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku lagi lagi sedih banget banget amat~~~ bila aku sedar aku terlalu leka tidak sedar tugasan apa yang seharusnya aku selesaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku lagi lagi sedih banget banget amat~~~ bila aku tau malam ini tak mungkin aku isi dengan menghadap tugasan akademik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku lagi lagi sedih banget banget amat amat amat saiko~~~ bila aku tau esok aku lagi lagi sibuk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proses hidup yang bakal aku lalui esok:&lt;br /&gt;- bangun awal pagi pergi bayar bil internet.&lt;br /&gt;- pergi bank buat card (kalau aku sempat)&lt;br /&gt;- pergi atm check account.&lt;br /&gt;- pergi tailor alter baju2.&lt;br /&gt;- pergi salon (kalau sempat).&lt;br /&gt;- pergi Juru tolong along pindah umah (ni macam perlu je eventho tau xde keje).&lt;br /&gt;- pergi jemput bonda pulang kerja.&lt;br /&gt;- membawa bonda ke pasar membeli barang untuk masak esoknye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku lagi lagi sedih banget banget amat amat amat saiko~~~ kerana aku tau esok pasti tidak ada walau seciput space pun untuk aku buat assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sedih banget banget amat pikir pasal assignment tapi aku hepi banget banget amat bila aku tau esok Rizq akan aku jumpa lagi dan begitu jugak hari hari seterusnya dan cousin yang sudah 5 tahun tak ketemu akan diterbangkan khas dari England untuk aku Khamis ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lord... I know that I can't ask for more... for You have granted me with this blissful moment... surrounding me with these loving hearts. But if only time can be moved slower... ;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/5921082571283242324-4152712948760818168?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/4152712948760818168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=4152712948760818168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4152712948760818168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4152712948760818168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/03/leka-nya-kamu-wahai-gadis.html' title='leka nya kamu wahai gadis'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-6755725130382699170</id><published>2009-03-17T01:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:09:41.523+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again, I've been tagged. But this time it's by my favourite blogger who has long abandoned &lt;a href="http://www.junksinthedustbin.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; blogging routine. Yelaaa~~~ She was busy being a full time lover and part time traveler. But she's now back in Auckland and I bet she might be updating her blog quite regularly while she's still not fully occupied with studies and work. May she'll stay longer this time. Huhu. (cakap orang tapi diri sendiri pun malas gilerrrrrrr nak update) =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;FOUR NAMES THAT FRIENDS CALL YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fathiah, Fath, Siti, Patayot =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; FOUR MOST IMPORTANT DATES IN YOUR LIFE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12 Jan, 24 Jan, 24 Sept, not yet discovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; FOUR THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 30 MINUTES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;having dinner. finishing my MCQ. calling Sufi. watching tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; FOUR WAYS TO BE HAPPY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;talking to mom n dad. shopping. eating. playing with cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; FOUR GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;any cute handphone (tak kisah sgt coz i'm not into gadget but i need another cellphone sometimes especially when texting with my foster parents in singapore). baju kurung batik chiffon (now i'm in d middle of collecting traditional costumes),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;romantic candle light dinner, a bouquet of roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Calling my parents. Shopping@Window shopping. Travelling. Food hunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; FOUR PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR VACATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;fly me back to Aussie. UK, Venice, Germany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; FAVORITE DRINKS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot choco, iced-choc, mango juice, smoothies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; FOUR THINGS ALWAYS FOUND IN YOUR BAG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;room keys, cash, id cards, bank cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;white, pink, brown, grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; TOP FOUR HANGOUTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;room (be it in house or hostel),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; scud, midvalley (erk...tak rela ekceli tapi terpaksa sebab that's d fact), anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; TOP FOUR U LOVE SO MUCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parents n granny. siblings. friends. myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; TOP FOUR "THINGS" SPECIAL TO YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;family n friends. memories n experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; TOP FOUR WHO YOU THINK WILL ANSWER THIS SURVEY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://syirazawawi.blogspot.com/"&gt;asyi perasan bimbo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedancingpuppet.blogspot.com/"&gt;ezat penonton setia anime.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elsasoraya.blogspot.com/"&gt;soraya blogger entry panjang lebar.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://noorole.blogspot.com/"&gt;fahizha si perindu suami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; TOP FOUR REASONS WHY YOU ANSWERED THIS SURVEY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been a long while since Firus last tagged me. to get a kick start for the next updates. to loose myself from d academic strain. to revise myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-6755725130382699170?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/6755725130382699170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=6755725130382699170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6755725130382699170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6755725130382699170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/03/again-ive-been-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-2470466837580336936</id><published>2009-03-09T14:29:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:42:26.660+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bila cina bukit berlagak Jet Li</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Semalam yang sepatutnya menjadi hari rehat sedunia untuk aku telah direntap hebat oleh rakan2 sebilik bile aku dipakse mandi dan diheret2 hidup2 ke Midvalley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huaaaaaaa~~~ time tu even camne pun aku terpekik terlolong terlalak, pompuan2 ayu sekeras kayu itu tetap pakse aku ikut diorang ke tempat sumpahan itu. Alasan aku taknak g Mid sebetul2nya kerana berdasarkan hasil kajian aku terhadap diri sendiri, aku dapati purata aku pegi Mid dalam seminggu adalah seperti berikut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   sekali pegi = wajib muqafafah&lt;br /&gt;   2 kali pegi = wajib mutawassyitah&lt;br /&gt;   3 kali pegi = wajib muqallazah&lt;br /&gt;   lebih dari  3 kali = wajibbalqunnahhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So secara ringkasnya, purata wajib aku ke Mid adalah 3 kali smggu (tapi lebih) sampaikan aku dah penat and nak muntah tengok Mid. Tapi dalam keadaan sekarang aku rasa Mid yg akan muntah tengok aku turun je dari taxi. So pasni kalo ada brita &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Midvalley telah memuntahkan isi kandungan barangan berupa kasut,handbag,baju dan alat2 lain kegilaan wanita"&lt;/span&gt;, korang jangan terkejut sebab tu mungkin adalah hasil kebencian Mid terhadap aku sebab selalu sangat pegi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terlalu di'associate'kan dengan Mid sampaikan hari tu masa adik laki aku turun dari Melaka dating dengan gf dia, dia boleh texted aku, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"kakak.afiq kat d gardens ni tengah parking keta.kakak katna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mid ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;leh blnja makan&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;huuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.sentap akak apit oiiiiiiiii.asal mid ja nampak muka kakak je la? ish igt mid tu abah kita yang punya??? (*+*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So disebabkan kebosanan aku terhadap Mid yang ber'trillion2' ini maka semalam aku amat longlai di sana. Tapi mampu merembat sepasang heels dan jugak sekeping tas tangan merah yang wowwwwwww~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi intipati entry kali ini bukanlah mengenai Midvalley yang macam adik aku afiq cakap, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"memang la xmau pun mai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mid yg di pinggiran kampung ni&lt;/span&gt;, tapi malas nak drive dlm kl sebab jam cam hampeh".&lt;/span&gt; (amboi kampung apit cakap mid tu?macam la sungai petani kita urban sangat.hahahaha). Tapi entry ini mainly pasal orang bodoh perasan hebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam pas dah penat shopping dan mengisi perut kat mid, kitorang berempat yang dah layu macam sayur bayam kena celur air panas pun melangkah la masuk ke dalam kereta Encik Squad Perodua Era yang baik hati menumpangkan kitorang pulang. Aku yang memang dah lembik masuk2 kete trus diam dan membiarkan wanita2 Asyi and Ezat do the talking, sementara Amnah di depan ayu bertutur bicara bergelak ketawa bersama Mr. Era. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan lancar dan trafik dapat ditembusi dengan halus oleh pemandu berhemat. Tapi sebaik tiba di lencongan-U yang merupakan jalan sehala, dari sebalik selekoh tiba2 muncul sebuah van putih ber'driver'kan seorang apek cina muda dari arah bertentangan. Terkejut beruk chimpanzee kitorang yang ada di dalam kereta mase tu. Aku yang malas nak bersuara terus kuar ayat, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"shooottt laaaa.bodoh ke ape?die ingat ni action movie ke?ingat die tu Jet Li ke nak bawak van cam dalam cite action cina.eeeeeeeii.bengonng laaaaaaaa"&lt;/span&gt;. maka dengan itu penuh lah sumpah seranah dan caci maki dilemparkan kepada pemandu cina bukit itu sepanjang perjalanan pulang. Yang best nya driver tu boleh slamber syok confident je drive dari arah bertentangan time kete tengah banyak. Tak tahannye siap beam light plak tu kat kitorang. Dah la tuuu, extra bodoh nye dia boleh drive kat lane tengah. Ish laaaaaa. Sumpah aku rase driver tu tengah berangan jadi Jet Li. Mesti masa kecik dulu dia ade cita2 nak jadi pelakon action tapi sebab industri perfileman Malaysia amat lembab dan orang cina kat Malaysia busy buat business, so dia takde luck nak jadi pelakon. Tapi sampai saat ni aku masih tertanya2, dari manakah datangnya kebodohan dan kegilaan yang meresapi sel-sel otak dan badan pemuda itu sampaikan dia berani buat aksi bodoh itu di hari2 minggu? Sama-sama lah kita renungkan. heheheheh =p&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/5921082571283242324-2470466837580336936?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/2470466837580336936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=2470466837580336936&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2470466837580336936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2470466837580336936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/03/bila-cina-bukit-berlagak-jet-li.html' title='bila cina bukit berlagak Jet Li'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-1958629632585941002</id><published>2009-03-06T17:35:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:52:32.799+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick but happy indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Note to be taken. Could you see from the title written above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...I'm sick. Again. It's kinda weird when it happens on me coz I hardly get sick (erm... ni dulu2 masa zaman sekolah la susah giler nk demam). haha. I could still remember, how desperate I was to get myself sick just for the sake of skipping classes. But now, I don't have to apply any stupid practice of having shower for hours in the middle of midnight just to get myself sick because I can now easily get infected by viruses.Huuuuu.I know it's not a good sign for my health aite?But I care less about that. What I'm more concerned with at this moment of typing this up is, "I've submitted my assignment which took me almost a day to get it started and accomplised" and "I've found a job which will academically and financially be profitable for my professional development". This can be easily expressed by saying "yeayyyyyyyy!!!". Come again everybody, say "yeayyyyyyyyy!!!". haha. It's a big yeay yeay for me at this moment and I hope everything will go smoothly as how it is planned. I think it's okay for me to at least give it a try on this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Sorry that I can't tell you about the thing that I'll be working on. Private and confidential applied. daaaaaaaa~~&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/5921082571283242324-1958629632585941002?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/1958629632585941002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=1958629632585941002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1958629632585941002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1958629632585941002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-sick-but-happy-indeed.html' title='I&apos;m sick but happy indeed'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3168408407747623265</id><published>2009-02-28T20:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:10:06.692+10:00</updated><title type='text'>pengantin itu tag i</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are to answer all the questions about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you (kind of).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nope.My name was given by my grandfather.At first I was about to be named as "Farah Diba" by my father. But after a brief consultation with my grandfather,he came out with my present name."Fathiah" means pembukaan n permulaan.Sebab aku kan first daughter so kunun2 nk bukak jalan utk ank pmpuan lain la plak pastu.Kalo tak mesti sweet kan nama aku?Ke aku tak sesuai sweet2? (*+*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; hrmmmm...last year la masa Tiffanie hugged me for the last goodbye.sedih okes =,(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; tidak!!!!!!!tulisan aku lebih kepada tulisan budak sekolah rendah daripada kepada bakal seorang cikgu sekolah rendah.camne?nanti students aku mesti takleh terima tulisan comel aku.riso ni riso =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; kalau tengahari memang kena makan daging ke?sume jenis daging aku suke.be it chicken,beef or fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; takde.anak mata ada la =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; yep!it's a must i must say sebab best okes kwn ngn aku.i'll cherish u to the end of my life =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 7. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ade la.tak penah plak pikir nak operate.bley ke buang?kalo buang jd pe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; tak.kalo tak dah lama aku g new zealand buat bungee jump.roller coaster pn aku naik dh separuh nyawa takut.huuuuuuu.a big no no to those crazy jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE CEREAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; bintang madu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; untie yg flowery tie tu je la.yang kat dlm lubang2 tu tak la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE ICE CREAM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; vanilla of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; nothing.i'm not that observant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 15. RED OR PINK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; pink.but sometimes i love red especially for roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVOURITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; blur sgt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; familia.thts y skrg ari2 pn nk call umah (*_*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THIS LIST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; boleh la kalau diorang nak.kalau taknak xpe sebab tak wajib pun dari segi hukum.hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 19. WHAT COLOUR OF PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; dark brown cargo short without shoes.sorry laaaa.i melayu tulen.orang melayu mana pakai kasut dalam umah =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; bunyi kipas angin.jemput la datang bilik aku kat hostel ni.kipas ni bunyi dia kadang2 cam robot kecik silver dalam cite transformers tu.tp kadang2 bunyi kipas ni cam kicauan burung.bukan bunyi sekor burung,tapi berekor2.cam ada burung2 buat party je.korang nak dengar meh la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; taknak jadi crayon bley tak?dah elok2 jadi manusia nape perlu jadi crayon?huuuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 23. FAVOURITE SMELLS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ralph lauren romance.karang kalau perfume i dh nk abis u bley tolong blikan? ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Amnah yang duk syok berholiday kat pantai ngn kwn2 die.dengar cite ko dh itam nyah.abis la yenna sejati la blk ni.hehe.cpt la blk babe.i miss u =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; suke la!!!i envy her for being granted with an almost complete package in life.cantik,pandai,bahagia.antara kawan terawal yang melangkah ke gerbang perkahwinan.huuuuuu~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 26. FAVOURITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; can i change the channel please?i nk tgk travel n living =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 27. HAIR COLOUR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; original nye black la.pure thick black.tp yg x original nye...dark brown =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 28. EYE COLOUR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; orang cakap impossible la ada mata kaler itam betul kan.mine is the darkest tone of brown nearly to black.nmpk itam je kalo tgk btul2 bru nk coklat2 kot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; yep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 30.FAVOURITE FOOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; laksam n mcm2.sume pun suke laaaaa.camne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; both.i universal.sume pn tgk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the other boleyn girl.semalam tgk lg.tah bpe kali ulang tah.dari kat brisbane lg dh 3 kali tgk.ni kt msia tgk lg.i love the language they speak =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 33. WHAT COLOUR OF SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; black spagetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 34. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; neither.i prefer spring n autumn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 35. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; both bley? ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 36. FAVOURITE DESSERT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; mcm2 bley?new york cheese cake,puding lychee,n mcm2 puding la.agar2 merah yg pure tu pun suke =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; respond tag ni ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; respond tag ni ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 39.WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; none.i was reading "new moon" tp tertinggal kat umh kat kedah.cmne?sini online reading je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perlu ke?meja sudaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; bilik ni xde tv.tv ada kt common room bwh.x ske tgk ramai2 so kt hostel mmg x tgk tv.ngadap laptop je.nk tgk kt umh bley la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 42. FAVOURITE SOUND(S)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; suara Rizq.uhukkk... ateh rindu boboy... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 44. WHERE IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Australia la.tu je yg penah pegi pn. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; memikat kucing.boleh?hehe =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hospital Sungai Petani. all 5 of us were born there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; mangsa2 di bawah ini =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and im tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://syirazawawi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Asyi si pemilik blog baru.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ezat si pemilik blog baru juga.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://nuruljannahmk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janjan penggayut LG Prada berjaya.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://emywinchester.wordpress.com/"&gt;Emy kekasih comel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://sal09.wordpress.com/"&gt;Salina penghijrahan blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.haniiryani.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hunny sweet sweet.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.junksinthedustbin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Firus babe babe yang i amat sangat rindui hingga ke hujung kuku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-3168408407747623265?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3168408407747623265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3168408407747623265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3168408407747623265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3168408407747623265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/pengantin-itu-tag-i.html' title='pengantin itu tag i'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-6088556699770542882</id><published>2009-02-28T13:03:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:32:13.357+10:00</updated><title type='text'>pentingnya mobile phone itu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boleh dikatakan hampir segelintir dari kita amat menghargai telefon mudah alih masing2. Dalam zaman sekarang di mana hampir semua orang mampu memiliki sekurang-kurangnya satu mobile phone membuatkan semua syarikat2 gergasi pengeluar gadget berebut2 mencipta dan mengeluarkan pelbagai jenis mobile phone yang canggih dan berteknologi tinggi. Kalau dulu telefon mudah alih dicipta dan dikeluarkan dengan size sebesar botol air dan seberat batu yang mana dikata orang, kalau baling kepada anjing sure mati anjing tu, tapi sekarang telefon mudah alih sudah boleh didapati dengan size senipis2 alam di mana kalau dimasukkan dalam poket jeans yang ketat sekalipun masih sukar untuk dirasa kehadirannya. Kalau dulu telefon mudah alih hanya menawarkan fungsi telefon dan kemudian melurut kepada sms, kini tawaran adalah lebih advance dengan membolehkan pengambilan gambar penyimpanan memori malah penukaran gambar perkongsian memori hinggalah kepada internet surfing melalui telefon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam manusia berlumba-lumba membeli mobile phone yang tercanggih seiring dengan peredaran telefon yang pantas, aku masih menggunakan mobile phone lama yang aku beli lewat tahun 2006 yang lalu. Telefon yang aku kira mahal bagi student miskin seperti aku dengan harga rm1300 (yang kini hanya boleh didapati dengan harga berganda murah dari itu), masih aku guna bukan kerana memori yang pernah aku rakamkan melalui telefon itu, tetapi kerana sekarang aku tak pernah anggap mobile phone adalah benda paling crucial dalam hidup aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau setiap orang menetapkan mobile phone sebagai salah satu menu wajib ada dalam handbag, aku tidak pula begitu. Normal bagi aku untuk keluar tanpa beriringan dengan mobile phone. Aku lebih senang jalan sendiri tanpa ada sebarang gangguan dari teknologi canggih yang satu itu. Aku masih ingat, kali terakhir aku ber'3G' call dengan telefon aku adalah pada tahun lepas dengan family aku. Tapi bila abah beli webcam untuk computer rumah,aku tidak lagi ber'3G' tetapi hanya ber'webcam'. Aku masih ingat semasa winter 2007, the fact that aku cuti 3 bulan dan tidak perlu bangun awal pagi untuk ke kelas, membuatkan telefon mudah alih aku yang pada masa itu fungsi utamanya hanyalah sebagai alarm clock di'switched off' dan masukkan ke dalam laci meja dan dibiarkan terbenam di situ berminggu2 selepas bunyi amaran bateri hampir flat didengarkan. Aku hanya sibuk mencari telefon itu semula bila aku tiba2 membuat keputusan untuk pergi holiday di Canberra dan perlukan handphone sebagai alarm clock. Tapi masa itu sebab aku rasa 20aud adalah sangat mahal dan aku dengan selamba mengusung telefon tanpa credit itu jauh merantau. Masa itu aku amat classic, menelefon ayahanda bonda dengan bertenggek di telephone booth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even sampai sekarang, aku masih sama. Bunyi amaran bateri mau flat adalah penggerak utama telefon aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu masih ingat dengan entry aku yang dulu mengatakan aku dapat credit rm20 free? Sampai hari ini credit itu masih ada. Baki rm8 kalau tak silap aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada siapa2 di sini yang suka mencabar diri? Cuba contact aku melalui handphone. Kalau sms tu tak dibalas keesokannnya,mungkin lewat malam atau pagi sebelum subuh baru dapat balasan. Kalau panggilan lebih sekali berturut2 menjerit tidak langsung dijawab, mungkin kalau nasib baik ada sms susulan dari aku mengucap sori akan dihantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumpah selalunya bukan niat aku untuk lambat membalas sms atau tidak menjawab panggilan. Tapi kadang2 aku takde dengan handphone. Kadang2 aku silent mode kan handphone aku dan tertinggal di dalam handbag. Kadang2 handphone aku jauh di atas katil tenggelam di bawah bantal dan aku sibuk melayari internet ataupun berborak gosip dengan kawan2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan kawan2 saja mangsa aku, parents aku pun selalu kena begitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 miscalls from Mama tanpa sms (sbb mak aku tatau type guna handphone) =p&lt;br /&gt;2 misscalls from Abah diikuti dengan sms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu semua normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada jugak sms dan panggilan yang sengaja aku tak mau jwb, sebab memang aku tak mau. Tapi bukan dari orang2 yang aku sayang. Dari orang yang aku tak mau ada kaitan. Syuuuuhhhhh =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, kepada mereka2 yang selalu panggilan tak dijawab tapi ada sms sususlan dari aku, kamu fahamlah aku tidak benci kamu dan tidak berniat menjauh tapi aku sumpah tak alert dengan handphone pada waktu2 itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: lagipun sekarang aku kedekut sikit nak guna credit sbb duit aku habis kat makanan2 sedap je =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/5921082571283242324-6088556699770542882?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/6088556699770542882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=6088556699770542882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6088556699770542882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6088556699770542882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/pentingnya-mobile-phone-itu.html' title='pentingnya mobile phone itu'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-77442916534226506</id><published>2009-02-26T22:20:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:09:31.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'>of becoming a teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had once asked myself whether this is the profession I would live for the rest of my life. Of being a teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I had once had the answer that this is not what I'm going to live for. This is not what I'm dying for. And this is not what I had pictured myself as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However that cruel thought of idea had slowly replaced with a strong passion of mine, an alarming urge in myself to serve for those who need to be educated and guided. This passion wasn't easily driven in just a month of enrolling myself as a teacher trainee, but after a few years of learning on  how to becoming a professional educator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, none of my former teachers had successfully inspired me in walking into this profession. And never in my childhood that I'd been encouraged to become a teacher. Like most other parents, the most desired future that they wanted me to strive for was becoming a doctor, a life saver of the humans and the disease killer of the patients. Despite the fact that they are as well in medical line, society's perception towards medical profession has long before been highly valued by the community and even until now, their highest recognition among nations could visibly be measured by the heaven payment that they get. Due to those prestigious perception on doctors that my parents and the society had at that time, I failed to pry through those misty clouds for other noble professions which I could have aimed for, but only for that very one, of becoming a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until I encountered the biggest failure in my education period, the figure of  me in white lab coat  seemed to shatter into pieces. That was when I had to make a decision, of either continuing my matrix and strive for 4 flat and then fight with other surviving graduates to qualify as a doctor, or making a wise abrupt decision of accepting the TESL offer. I was glad that the decision was all mine as my parents said that they believed in me to choose the best and that was when I learned on how to follow my heart and made my own good decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, at that very moment of time, at the age of 18, I was still in my shaky ground of finding myself and discovering my real talent. Even though I objected doctor as my future profession, yet, inside me, there was other figure which I pictured myself as, an architect. My resilient passion in art have never failed to drift off as I at that time wanted to work with something that I treasured since I was born. However, thanks to our so well formed education system, the fact that I was in science school and none in my SPM list was the art subject, therefore, I failed to enroll myself in any architecture line. And considering myself as an obedient child of a family who holds only a moderate financial status, I knew it well that private sponsored education might be possible on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, like most other teachers and future teachers in Malaysia, I resorted myself into teaching profession, considering the guarantee future that I'll lead to and the secure financial that I'll rely on. That was when I had that so cliche thought of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"teacher is the easiest job with lots of leave and holiday yet get paid for quite fortune of money". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither my conscious mind nor my absence mind that could remember the exact time and date that I started to grow that durable passion towards teaching in my little soul. All I could remember was that when I was sent to a school in Brickfields. I was so much touched by the painful life of the students and the poor condition of the school. That school was slightly similar to my former Convent school for it is half-government sponsored.  However, what made them less privilage was the students' background. Most of them came from a poor family which they sometimes had to skip meals during break. It was normal for some of them not to have even a single cent to buy food and drink. In terms of academic, it was normal for them not to be able to recognize even a single alphabet in the age of 10. And being in a poor school, it was also normal for them to learn in a hot classroom without electricity supply. Can you just imagine, in the heart of KL students are still suffering of poverty and inadequacy. That was when I realized that reality bites and the journey of a teacher is not an easy task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being granted with the opportunity of immersing myself with the hands on experience of Australian education system, I have personally widen my view of teaching and of upgrading my knowledge, skills and passion of becoming a teacher. Realizing that hands on experience is the utmost element that mature one as a teacher, I personally sought for the idea of applying the knowledge that I had in a more practical field. I went for an interview in one of the language centre in my hometown and challenged myself to teach not only the primary kids which I was trained for, but also kiddos,teenagers and adults. The complete two months  in that language centre had really taken me on a ride of a rollercoaster, of having butterflies trapped in my stomach everytime I had to handle those who're older and slightly equal in language proficiency and of having to control the anger and flame from bursting out handling those mischievous young children who knew none of English. However, with that almost two years of observation and analyzation on the different learning environment that I had abroad and local, I now stand up slightly higher than I stood before in reaching the potential that I should have in preparing myself as a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, teaching is an ongoing process of learning. For one to be a good teacher is for one to be a good student. Being a teacher never stops one from being a student for one should always learn to improve and to develop. I am gratified to have that strong sense of realization that I myself am far from complete as a teacher, and am not fully prepared to be a good one. Though, I am more than gratified to have that sense of willingness to always learn and  to improve on my strengths and weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If before this I would proclaim that I might regret choosing this path, but today I would proclaim that I won't regret choosing this path. If I wasn't a good student back then, failed to clearly remember most of my teachers' names like how vaguely they used to remember mine, I would then treasure my future students and erase my bad figure of a student, and presenting only a good figure of a teacher instead. If I were born as a bad student, I would then die as a good teacher. Only if I can change for the better and for that I'll do anything it means to take me to that level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: semangat berkobar akibat seminar guru cemerlang dan integriti sepanjang dua hari berturut-turut. So layankan je la ek =p&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/5921082571283242324-77442916534226506?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/77442916534226506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=77442916534226506&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/77442916534226506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/77442916534226506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-becoming-teacher.html' title='of becoming a teacher'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-7424530330097998380</id><published>2009-02-25T02:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:06:04.539+10:00</updated><title type='text'>laugh your lungs out please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watch these two videos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_cAmT-BZUw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_cAmT-BZUw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahaha.Kawaii don't they? ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-7424530330097998380?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/7424530330097998380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=7424530330097998380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7424530330097998380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7424530330097998380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/laugh-your-lungs-out-please_25.html' title='laugh your lungs out please!'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3515992387742634472</id><published>2009-02-24T03:22:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:00:40.553+10:00</updated><title type='text'>eat till u drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Despite the fact that I'm currently broke due to the delay in our allowance, I've been treating myself with numbers of tasty meals which I fail to restrict myself from eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, there were me and Asyi who left pathetically in our so comfy room when Amnah and Ezat were happily back to their hometown. Resorting from the bored to death syndrome that Asyi and I encountered, we flipped through few blogs reporting on food and seek for some appetizing photos of food. Yep. Definitely. Nampak sangat takde keje kan? Poyo nak mati and that night my whole sleep was accompanied with alluring food images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I woke up, I was desperately need to go to Carefour Midvalley to stock up my junk food. But earlier the night before, we had already made a plan with Sue and Jan to go for a western treat in Kampung Baru. Asyi and I knew it perfectly that we would definitely got attracted to the food seduction in Midval, and due to our financial constraint, we cracked our head for the best decision of having meals in both Midval n Kg.Baru. So we came up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Midvalley Oasis Foodcourt:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Portugese Grill Fish Pari Sotong with two plates of rice &lt;/span&gt;(shared)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Individual Drinks (ngade gile la kalo air pun nak kongsi kan)&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Midvalley Food Junction: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tauhu Bakar&lt;/span&gt; (shared)&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ais Kacang Special &lt;/span&gt;(shared)&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Midvalley Carefour:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sushi(s) &lt;/span&gt;(individual, takleh share sebab selera lain2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Punye la budget sampai kena share2.Tapi eran ape,janji leh makan.lagipun it's universally acknowledged that sharing is caring! waaaa gitewww =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As planned, we were about to off to Kg.Baru for dinner when tremendous rain suddenly stroke down. Budak2 ni cakap kalau ujan tak stop jugak by 9pm, we would just call it off. Right at 9pm,ujan dah start renyai2 and sume orang dah malas2 nak pegi sbb dh lmbt. Tapi malam tu aku seyes nak gak makan steak and nasib la budak2 ni phm syndrome ngidam aku maka kitorang pun pergi la jugak Kg.Baru dalam ujan2 tu.Semangat ni,dah la malam2,ujan2,sanggup ni redah pegi LRT and jalan pulak g Kg.Baru.Tenkiu kengkawan I lap u girls till death.uhuuuuuuuuu (sumpah ai terharu =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahad tu plak, aku memang plan taknak kuar mana2 n ingat nak makna kat gerai bawah ni je. Tapi tengahari tu Awe buzz tanya dh lunch ke blum. Memandangkan dua2 pun tak makan lagi so Awe datang amik aku n kitorang g la tempat terdekat iaitu Midval (sori yea,asyik2 Midval.aku sendiri dah nak muntah pergi sana). Awe and I had our late lunch at Secret Recipe and since both of us were looking for something affordable yet delicious,so we just ordered the food we wanted together with plain water. Air kosong sudaaaa. Dah nama pun takde duit. So I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chicken cordon bleu&lt;/span&gt; (my fav) and Awe went for her most fav n must order &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomyam kung&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konklusi kaki: aku kembali kepada kehidupan asal,makan kat gerai di hari2 biasa. murah dan sedap itu lagi penting ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konklusi kuku kaki: aku tau masa2 takde duit jangan mengada nak makan mahal, jangan mengada nak shopping,tapi aku takleh resist temption tengok makanan sedap.demmit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konklusi akhir: aku nak upload pix tapi tak dapat sbb Asyi tak transfer lagi. hehe. so next time ok. till then, adios~&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/5921082571283242324-3515992387742634472?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3515992387742634472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3515992387742634472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3515992387742634472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3515992387742634472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/eat-till-u-drop.html' title='eat till u drop'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-4448058489683574566</id><published>2009-02-19T21:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:22:28.316+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Putrajaya:Jabatan Kementerian Pelajaran,Pusat Dokumentasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SZ0-my4WqDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/pDgxLkKkKsg/s1600-h/IMG_9365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SZ0-my4WqDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/pDgxLkKkKsg/s200/IMG_9365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304464772326402098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a trip to Putrajaya to attend a talk on various issues of education and getting more alert with what is happening in our education system recently. We were briefed about the "Pusat Dokumentasi" which is a library in Jabatan Kementerian Pelajaran and I found it helpful for us the future teachers. But I really don't know when will I visit it again and if I do, it will definitely be for my assignments and maybe thesis in the future. We were also briefed about the Action Research which we may produce during our service in the future for us to professionally improve. I couldn't upload more than one photo at the moment due to the problem concerning blogspot, so above is the only photo that I managed to upload, a photo of JanJan, me, Ogy, Reez and Asyi =)&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/5921082571283242324-4448058489683574566?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/4448058489683574566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=4448058489683574566&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4448058489683574566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4448058489683574566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/putrajayajabatan-kementerian.html' title='Putrajaya:Jabatan Kementerian Pelajaran,Pusat Dokumentasi'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SZ0-my4WqDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/pDgxLkKkKsg/s72-c/IMG_9365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-5604715108762941293</id><published>2009-02-19T19:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:31:54.649+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again, I've been tagged by my lovely beautiful friend, &lt;a href="http://www.elsasoraya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soraya&lt;/a&gt;. Here we go babeh! ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Tag 8 people to do this quiz. (Those that are tagged cannot refuse:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Continue this game by tagging 7 other people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://emywinchester.wordpress.com/"&gt;Emy baru berputik chenta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salina kekasih gelap nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuruljannahmk.blogspot.com/"&gt;JanJan d protoge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://michikoisizzati.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ezat mama roomie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://syirararamoshi.wordpress.com/"&gt;Asyi si pemalas update&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://locositi.wordpress.com/"&gt;Amnah da sleeping yenna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.What have you been doing recently?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been skipping classes for at least once a week, running away from doing any homework (procrastinating i must say), watching too much videos on Youtube, struggling to finish watching Get Karl!Oh Sang Soon,and enjoying Hanazakari no Kimi Tachi e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as frequent as before but I won't hesitate to turn it off whenever I don't have to wake up on time. Owh, btw, cell phone has been my alarm clock ever since the past few years. It's still fresh to me whenever I just turned my phone off when it warned me with the signal "low battery" and dump it in the drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.What happened at 10am today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Sue + Jan's room, watching 1408. erk... I skipped lecture. kantoi =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.When did you last cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly remember. I think it might be somewhere last year, when I was hugging Tiffanie for our last goodbye in Brisbane =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! I always do. But a friend of mine used to remind me that we're the one who shape our destiny. Though everything is already destined, but there's always a way for us to change it for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.What do you want in your life now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I want to be able to stand on my own without have to depend on others. At the moment, considering the delay in allowance, I still have to be financially supported by my parents but I really hope that after this I could just live with what I have. Owh... it explains well to why do I really can't wait to finish study and start working =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.Do you carry an umbrella when it rains or just put up your hood?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erk... neither of those. I always feel that umbrella is a burden to my handbag and that's why when it's raining, I just sort to run to the nearest roofted area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.What's your favourite thing to do on the bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sleeping of course. lagi mau tanya ka? or... maybe sleep talk. huuuuuuu =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.What bottoms are you wearing now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seluar pyjama kaler pink corak kotak2 yang K.A. bermulut 'hanj' cakap sebijik nampak cam sarung bantal. eeeeiii keji~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.What's the nicest things in your inbox?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.Do you tend to make the relationship complicated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That describes me well. But I've never have the intention of making it complicated. But the fact that I disown that beautiful feeling for so long has made me... heartless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.Are you wearing anything borrowed from anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.What was the last movie you caught?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1408. It wasn't that creepy but it could just be a good breakfast, I reckon. hehe =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.What are you proud of&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Myself&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.What does the oldest text msg in your inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Received on 15th January 2009, from Ali Germany, "I have tickets for KL Tower at 1.45. We would like u to join us. Could u make it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Baby I'm Yours by Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.Do you have any nicknames?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathiah (for my convent friends), Fath (for my saina n ipba friends), Siti (for my foreign friends), Dikfye (for my family).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.What does the newest text say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Just recently within this past 5 minutes, "Hey u.Hw izit goin?It's been a while kan?hehe" (Can you just leave me alone? I really don't wanna have someone as desperate as you.Stop bugging me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.Are you currently happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! But not ultimately happy and it's all thanks to the allowance yang lambat masuk. Sekarang hidup hanya untuk yang asas. Makan dan keluar berlibur secara piawai Kalau keluar main bowling, maksudnya tak boleh tengok movie. Kalau tengok movie,maksudnya tak boleh main bowling. Kalau tadi keluar dah makan mahal, balik tu wajib makan murah je. Uhukkkkk. sadis ok =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.Who gives you the best advise?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad n my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope!I haven't tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.Who did you talk on the phone last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one. Told ya! Handphone is just my alarm clock. hehe =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.Is something bugging you now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housemates. Budak2 ni sume dah tak betul dah. Karang tak pasal2 je sume kene masuk ospital bahagia. eeeeiiii... takut. larikkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!&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/5921082571283242324-5604715108762941293?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/5604715108762941293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=5604715108762941293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5604715108762941293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5604715108762941293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/again-ive-been-tagged-by-my-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3502259027449721726</id><published>2009-02-18T10:15:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:33:45.703+10:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For quite some time, I've been meaning to write about something which seems to be urging in me, to address the undecided forgiveness of a story which is never be away, but always stay at the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To glance  at the past whereby the dream of mine be ripped away little by little, which eventually gone at the end of the line, I failed to get hold of myself, of being human once again to weight the mistakes of a person. When I was about to clean all the hatred in my heart, to honour and bless the life of a human, THAT killing statement which I definitely despise to be entitled with, had hurtfully inhuman me in person to disgrace an impersonate joyful heart of someone as fake as THAT, as hypocrite as THAT, and as selfish as THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me to pass those darkest days and walk these brightest days, though it's imperfect and I stumble along the way,I promise myself for not to look away and the phrase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"never look back" &lt;/span&gt;has always been by my side to alarm me to the fact that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I live for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; today and tomorrow but not for yesterday". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-3502259027449721726?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3502259027449721726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3502259027449721726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3502259027449721726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3502259027449721726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/that.html' title='THAT'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-1649037406956749446</id><published>2009-02-17T20:10:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:59:46.520+10:00</updated><title type='text'>hidup ini MONOTONOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life has been so monotonous without any significant event taken place. Each day draws on the same repeated occasions of attending boring lectures and tutorials, meeting the same lovely faces, hearing the same excited voices and witnessing the same civilized attitudes. Weekend? Those beautiful weekends which supposed to be my relaxing days have always turned out to be my chilling day outs. Listed the same similar activities in various different locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though last few days had again remarked another meaningful date to most of the loving birds in this world, yet, it has never been the date that captures my attention. Instead of spending the day with the loved ones (which is definitely not existed), I walked myself out for a dinner with friends and stayed over for a midnight ice-cream session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring kan? Therefore I believe it explains to my irregular updates. I really have nothing in mind to share with you though I've been keeping so much to me. Keeping so much things which I rather not to publicly discuss. Yet, everyday I keep on hoping to find a thing which would spice me up and everyday I'm more than enthralled to keep moving on and  keep flipping through the chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-another drama captured-&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/5921082571283242324-1649037406956749446?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/1649037406956749446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=1649037406956749446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1649037406956749446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1649037406956749446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/hidup-ini-monotonous.html' title='hidup ini MONOTONOUS'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-6997681957110473690</id><published>2009-02-13T23:59:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:08:14.511+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo Messenger really is a trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mencik mencik mencikkkkkkkkkkkkk. Since this early afternoon I've been uninstalling and reinstalling various versions of Yahoo Messenger. My previous YM that I used caused me problem when sometimes people couldn't see what I typed and it was impossible for either my friends to add me up or me to add them up in my YM list. I'd been thinking of reinstalling the new YM yesterday but only this afternoon that I had the chance to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it right but to my disappointment, I couldn't sign in to my YM. I've been reinstalling and trying various versions but none was working. Even the YM for web also seem not to work. Shooooooot. What's the problem? Nyesal aku tukar. Kalau tak reinstall yang baru mesti takyah pening2 pikir dah. Huuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Tensi tensi tensi.&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/5921082571283242324-6997681957110473690?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/6997681957110473690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=6997681957110473690&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6997681957110473690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6997681957110473690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/yahoo-messenger-really-is-trouble.html' title='Yahoo Messenger really is a trouble'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-5991395213113471206</id><published>2009-02-13T23:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:59:13.839+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;IPBA is sooooooooo called a good place to live. We knew it before that water crisis is one the major problems in here and now, it's attacking us back! Can you imagine living without source of water in this very hot land? Duhhhhhhhhh~~~ I hate it so (*+*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please flow us back the water pipe.&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/5921082571283242324-5991395213113471206?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/5991395213113471206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=5991395213113471206&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5991395213113471206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5991395213113471206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/water-crisis.html' title='Water Crisis'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-6414257188548552686</id><published>2009-02-13T01:12:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:21:52.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'>thank God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been two nights straight that I haven't had enough sleep which resulted to my deep sleep this evening. I was awake when Asyi told me that my phone was vibrating. Only after the call ended that I realized there were 6 sms and another 2 miscalls. None were to my interest but there were 2 sms that jumped me off from bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st sms: Balance ********** RM 12.16 valid until 12/01/2012&lt;br /&gt;2nd sms: Balance ********** RM 22.16 valid until 12/01/2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha. Yeay!!! I was so reluctant to reload my credit and today I got 20ringgit free without I know where it's from. Maybe celcom has been keen enough to give me free credit without informing me anything. Or.. maybe it's from someone other than celcom. If that's so, I'm thanking you and if by any means, tell me who you are and I'll pay you back.&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/5921082571283242324-6414257188548552686?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/6414257188548552686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=6414257188548552686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6414257188548552686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6414257188548552686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-god.html' title='thank God'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-1964857390189379296</id><published>2009-02-11T03:15:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:54:13.232+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sesungguhnya, saya bosan tahap cipan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 posts in a row? eh. 2 posts in a row kot. tah aku lost track dengan action sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet super laju dengan signal HSDPA. Tapi QUT website buat perangai lalu membantutkan niat murni aku untuk print out result2 aku sepanjang 4 semesters di QUT. Hurmm... seems like I have to hand in incomplete file to my mentor la esok. sigh.... =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bosan atau lebih tepat lagi, malas. Sudah beberapa hari aku tidak membalas message2 di inbox mobile phone. Panggilan suku akhir dari parents. Satu dari my mom and satu lagi dari my dad. Panggilan separuh terakhir dari Nab tapi terputus dan tidak disambung lagi.  Panggilan terakhir lagi dari seorang insan yang tidak layak dicontohi dan layak panggilan dibiar sepi. Message2 aku biarkan je tanpa jawapan kecuali message parents angkat ku di Singapura saja yang aku balas demi untuk mengelakkan mereka risau dan merajuk aku sombong. Hati orang tua perlu dijaga bukan? Tapi ada message rakan yang belum aku balas. Sorry. I abis banyak sangat credit message Singapore so nanti I topup I balas ye. Sekarang ni financial crisis melanda dengan maha hebat. Priority lebih kepada perut yang nipis mintak diisi dan hurmmm... accessory tambahan di dalam wardrobe =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetiba baru perasan, I haven't updated about my lovely Fahizha's wedding. And oh... Izyan Farhana, my long lost hardly remembered friend jugak sudah berkahwin dalam masa yang sama. Tahniah kepada mereka sekali lagi. They both looked lovely and gorgeous on those days. Owh yeaaa... I went to Fahizha's wedding reception in her granny's house in SP and even in her husband's house in Pendang. We took a lot of photos during the events. We did few photo sessions along the way to Pendang and on our way back too. Siap singgah masuk kebun getah amik gambar lagi. Actually hampir semua gambar ada di Facebook. As usual, bukan aku yang upload, tapi kawan yang upload. Aku mangsa tag je. So di sini eloklah aku upload barang sekeping dua gambar feveret. muahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SZG8xhxxzOI/AAAAAAAAAuE/hmSJdCsfQP0/s1600-h/IMG_9283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SZG8xhxxzOI/AAAAAAAAAuE/hmSJdCsfQP0/s200/IMG_9283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301225795458551010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fahizha is now married! Seriously I hardly believe this fact because it's still fresh in my mind remembering on how reluctant she was with the idea of getting married in the early age. Hurmmm... know what. When I was driving along the long left road that I used to cycle during my school days back then, rasa cam tak caya je Fahizha dah kawin hari tu. Dulu, jalan2 itu aku lalui dengan basikal, kayuh dengan susah payah untuk ke rumah Fahizha. Tapi hari tu, jalan2 itu aku lalui dengan kereta, mudah dengan hanya gerakan gemalai di atas driving wheel dan tiupan sejuk aircond kereta. Huaaaa!!! Hari itu, aku sedar aku tidak lagi muda. Hari itu, aku sedar aku tidak lagi layak untuk bermimpi. Tapi apa pun, Fahizha... you're a rare case okay babe, sebab kawin awal sangat. But I'm happy that you're now happy with your hubby. You guys are so sweet! I love seeing you with him and I know it right that he loves you much! Congrats darl~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SZG8plucbPI/AAAAAAAAAt8/SLd_-GoIqu8/s1600-h/IMG_0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SZG8plucbPI/AAAAAAAAAt8/SLd_-GoIqu8/s200/IMG_0179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301225659079355634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izyan, congrats jugak yea! I haven't heard from her for ages and tiba2 dapat tau dah kawin? Huuuuuuu. Time really flies doesn't it? ;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/5921082571283242324-1964857390189379296?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/1964857390189379296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=1964857390189379296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1964857390189379296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1964857390189379296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/sesungguhnya-saya-bosan-tahap-cipan.html' title='sesungguhnya, saya bosan tahap cipan'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SZG8xhxxzOI/AAAAAAAAAuE/hmSJdCsfQP0/s72-c/IMG_9283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-4199262064333819083</id><published>2009-02-11T02:07:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:32:14.443+10:00</updated><title type='text'>saya bosan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jam di komputer riba menunjukkan pukul 2.08am. Jangan tertipu! Waktu di Malaysia sekarang adalah 12.08am. Aku sengaja tak tukar waktu di laptop. Kononnya demi sentiasa mengenangi Brisbane di hati. Tapi sebenarnya denial barangkali. hehe =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini seperti biasa, amat tidak productive sepenuhnya. Konsentrasi amat terganggu sepanjang kuliah. Mata melilau ke kiri dan ke kanan tanpa focus yang tepat sehingga mengakibatkan juling di celahnya. Hari ini seperti biasa, aku jadi laughing stock untuk kawan-kawan. Mengungkap cerita &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mrs David: Fathiah! Look at the blackboard"&lt;/span&gt; mengundang hilai tawa pontianak dari rakan-rakan aku yang gemar membuli. (haha.takpe tau korang gurau). Ditambah dengan pemakuan favourite mereka terhadap kepelatan aku bercakap. Yea! Aku pelat dan aku sedar ini waktu Form 5. Budak2 laki kelas aku cakap lidah aku pendek. Esah dan Amar jadikan lagu "Crazy in Love" nyanyian Boyence modal untuk gelakkan aku. Favourite line diorang, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh no no no"&lt;/span&gt;. Dan kini favourite line itu kekal menjadi favourite line bila kawan2 TESL aku sendiri jadikannya modal untuk hiburkan hati. Tapi aku tak kisah sebab aku tau mungkin itu uniknya aku. Waaaaaaaaaa. Unik ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siang tadi aku dapat new assigned task. Bukan formal assignment tapi informal task by Nik Farhan. Cita-cita decent aku sewaktu kecil untuk jadi stewardess menjadi modal hiburan di waktu bosan menunggu briefing assignment bermula. Nik memberi aku bait bait ayat wajib sebagai cabin crew dan menyuruh aku mengulang cakap lagak seorang pramugari. Tapi dengan kepelatan lidah pendek aku, maka seluruh ayat menjadi bahan tawa hingga terburai isi perut. Cisssss... sentap! Tapi aku tak putus asa, aku ada walk in interview dengan Nik Airline Khamis akan datang. I'll prove it that I can. Siap ko Nik!!! Erkkkk... bawak buku boleh Nik? Aku tak sehebat ko boleh hafal sebijik2 macam cabin crew. Aku takde bonus package macam ko bersuara garau seperti pilot. Aku bawak buku eh? Takyah hafal eh? Lagipun kita sama2 tau aku takkan layak jadi stewardess sebab tak cukup anggun. Hua!!! Aku saiko (*+*)&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/5921082571283242324-4199262064333819083?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/4199262064333819083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=4199262064333819083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4199262064333819083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4199262064333819083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/saya-bosan.html' title='saya bosan'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-5423073534411331192</id><published>2009-02-09T21:52:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:26:03.467+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SNICKERS vs YOSSS WAFER BARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Antara SNICKERS dan YOSSS WAFER BARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okes, ni soalan cepu mas. Kalau la ada someone mintak tukar korang nye Snickers ngan dia nye Munchy's Yoss Wafer Bar, korang nak ke tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi masa aku tengah syok duk buffer drama Korea kat MySoju, sambil enjoy makan Snickers, aku offer la kat Asyi kalau2 dia nak gigit sikit Snickers aku. After 1 bite from Asyi, aku pun sambung la tengok cite. Asyi plak balik la ke katil nya yang nan ado itu. Tiba-tiba, sayup2 di sebalik headphone, aku dengar Asyi cakap something pasal Sncikers. Aku yang memang terkenal ngn sound trouble ni bukak la headphone jap nak dengar la apa makcik tu nak. Sekali Asyi tanya aku, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Fath. Jom tukar Snickers ko ngan snack aku nak?" &lt;/span&gt;Aku pun tanya la, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"snack ko yang mane?"&lt;/span&gt;. Asyi jawab, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Alaaaaa. snack yoss aku tula"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun hentam la gelak cam nak mati sambil jawab, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hahhahahahah. Ko nak tukar snack ko yang nan ado tu ngan snickers aku nyah? ko ingat snack ko setaraf ke ngan snickers? snickers ni rm2.70 kot. ko nya snack tu 20sen je satu. wakakkakakakak"&lt;/span&gt;. Asyi pun sentap laaa n ngan muka kelat nye die jawab, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"alaaaa. aku tukar la ngan snack banyak2. boleh la nyah. aku lapar snickers lak tibe2"&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi malangnya aku nye stock snickers memang dah abis. Sori la Asyiiiii. Kalau ada lebih tadi memang aku kasi la takyah tukar2 tapi dah takde rezeki ko nak wat camne. Tapi ape pun, snack yoss ko yang nan ado itu memang tak setanding dengan snickers untuk ditukar ganti ye. harap maklum. hahahahhahaha. tapi apa pun keropok ikan ko tetap menjadi pojaan hatiku. erkkkk. takde kene ngena tapi nak gak interframe. waaa gituuuuuu  =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/5921082571283242324-5423073534411331192?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/5423073534411331192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=5423073534411331192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5423073534411331192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5423073534411331192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/snickers-vs-yosss-wafer-bars.html' title='SNICKERS vs YOSSS WAFER BARS'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-5033069963865054028</id><published>2009-02-09T17:28:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:39:58.943+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before this I wasn't aware that I've been sleep talking in most of my nights. Yelaaaa. All this while I've been sleeping alone sampai la baru2 ni masuk hostel balik and tidur share bilik dengan Asyi, Amnah and Ezat. Since the first night in IPBA I've been enjoying deep sleep. Sampai la 2nd night, aku tido awal dari orang lain and the next morning budak2 ni cakap aku mengigau. I took it easy sebab dulu masa kat SAINA pun aku penah ngigau jugak kadang2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after few weeks, the same thing seems to be continuing and every single morning I keep receiving the same complains. Memandangkan aku selalu tido awal compared to my other roomates so they're those who always witness my sleeping habit. I sleep talk!!! According to them, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes I laughed in my sleep and sometimes I cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, aku langsung tak sedar. I can't remember even a gist of what I had in dreams though. So aku memang taktau apa yang aku cakap masa mengigau, apa yang aku fikir. I'm totally blank. Dulu maybe aku tak kisah tapi sekarang I think I have to take note of it and do something because I'm afraid that I might disturb my roomates. Yelaaaa. Sape tak takut kalau malam2 buta tiba2 ada orang gelak macam hantu. Sape tak takut bila tengah tido tiba2 terbangun sebab dengar orang nangis merintih. I'm putting myself in their shoes and if I were them I'd totally freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to one of the articles that I read, sleep talking is also scientifically known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"somniloquy"&lt;/span&gt;. It's been told that sleep talk is common especially to kids as there are 50% of them reported to be having sleep talking. However, only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5% of adults are reported to talk in sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; So??? Obviously it's a rare case for us the adults. And what's worst is that, it is believed that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="StdTxtBlack"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;eople who begin talking in their sleep as adults sometimes have mental problems &lt;/span&gt;as well.&lt;/span&gt; MENTAL PROBLEM??? No I'm more than positive that I'm not mentally disturbed. I've been acting normal and I've been feeling good. There's nothing wrong with me and even my friends know this. And even me am fairly sure about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm more than relief as it's also stated that, most cases are not related to any mental disorder.           &lt;span class="StdTxtBlack"&gt;&lt;asp:label visible="True"&gt;&lt;/asp:label&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     Hahahahahaha. Sorry I was just exaggerating up there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leep talking is not only because of mental disorder, but it may occur because of other things else like; psychiatric disorder such as anxiety disorder or medical disorder such as fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; However, none of those disorders are related to me though. Pelik kan? Kalau nak cakap anxiety disorder, mende la pun aku nak anxious. Lepak je ari2. Kalau nak cakap fever plak, aku demam last month kot. Tu pun 2 ari je kot. Haihhhh.... mysterious betul la. So now I'm declaring that it's a quest to my sleep talking habit. Sape leh discover sebab apa aku mengigau, aku kasi ganjaran iaitu.... jeng jeng jeng!!! Chocalate Sundae Cornetto kat McD. wakakakakkaka. Sorry la ek. Hadiah x bley nak gempak2 sebab financial crisis sekarang ni =p&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/5921082571283242324-5033069963865054028?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/5033069963865054028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=5033069963865054028&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5033069963865054028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5033069963865054028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleep-talking.html' title='sleep talking'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-4159540351907694870</id><published>2009-02-05T21:00:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:49:44.363+10:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku telah ditag, oleh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.elsasoraya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soraya.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My long lost bestfriend masa sekolah rendah dulu, yang kini makin anggun dari hari ke hari. hehehe =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So... here we go!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Do you think you’re hot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A definite NO for this. But I'm satisfied enough with everything that's on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  align="left" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Upload your favourite picture of you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Too many fav pic so I couldn't upload any. hohoho =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Why do you like that picture?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Antara gambar terakhir yang di snap oleh diri sendiri. Cuba untuk menjadi vain tetapi gagal kerana terlalu penat mendaki gunung dan ditiup angin autumn =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. When is the last time you ate pizza?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last January. Yummy! I love domino's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. The last song you listened to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;erk.... taktau tajuk pe. tapi budak2 bilik ni asyik dengar lagu tu je. sempena melayan ke'saiko'an kawan yang terluka. waaaa gituuuuu. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. What are you doing right now beside this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mengambil nafas menghadamkan makanan yang banyak di dalam perut. Memikirkan cara untuk melayan kemalasan mengisi borang2 dan menyusun sijil2. Huaaaaaaaa. Malas!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. People you tag?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Jannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Firus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://diyana-ag.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Fahizha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Emy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Who is number 1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my besties in Brissy. Yet it's still valid until now. We're housemates though. And we have classes together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Say something about number 5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amat cute!!! Dulu boyish skit tapi sekarang dah ayu. ehem ehem. semoga berbahagia babe ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. How about number 4?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haaaaaaaaa!!! I like this one. She's married! Kini sudah selamat bergelar isteri. Tak sabar nak tunggu dia ada baby. hehehehe ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Who is number 2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My bestie!!!! Yang kini sedang berbahagia bercuti bersama lelaki terchenta di bumi England. Babe!!! I jealous ok u asyik jalan je. bile nk balik msia ni. jom la datingggggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. Number 3?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gadis ayu yang sama2 berjuang untuk menjadi sumber inspirasi kepada generasi baru. I mean... bakal guru macam aku gak la. heheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-4159540351907694870?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/4159540351907694870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=4159540351907694870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4159540351907694870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4159540351907694870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/02/aku-telah-ditag-oleh-soraya.html' title='TAG'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-8792597694789853915</id><published>2009-01-31T00:25:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:28:57.374+10:00</updated><title type='text'>weirdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Once you've been tagged, you have to write a post with sixteen random things, habits or goals about you. At the end, choose five people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them.Don't forget to leave a comment (''You're tagged!'') and to read your blog.You can't tag the person who tagged you.Since you can't tag me, let me know when you've posted your blog, so I can see your weirdness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. I love to talk to myself. Yea, that's it. self monologue. I really do that I swear but I'm not crazy that I'm sure. hehe =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  align="justify"&gt;2. Owh. I also talk to my cat. Crazy? Yea maybe. But at least he's a good listener. I can just tell him everything without worrying that my secret will ever slip from his mouth. So that I'll know it well that my secret is safe with him. Haha. Smart kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. From the past few months, I've been realizing on a fact that I'm becoming cold and cold and cold. I don't really bother to please people. I realized this one day when a friend of mine  called me up upon our complicated virtual discussion. I picked up the phone and straight away led to our unfinished discussion when he suddenly froze me with, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"U ni... kot la nak tanya i kat mane. dah makan ke blum. Ni tak, orang call je trus tanya apsal call?".&lt;/span&gt; It was then I noticed that, dah lama aku tak fikir tentang pentingnya soalan2 remeh macam tu dalam perhubungan manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've forgotten macam mana nak merajuk and macam mana nak memujuk. Though I feel offended upon something, I easily get rid of it. I always take words bluntly though I know it was meant sharp. So when I hardly sulk, I hope others will also be easy on me which I vaguely notice that they were actually offended by my words or actions. Ignorant is the best word to describe it aite? heeee =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I talk a lot when I'm with people whom I'm comfortable with. When I say a lot I really mean A LOT. That's why people always say that I'm talkative. But try to place  me with those whom I'm not keen to be with. I'll guarantee you that the conversation will definitely hard to be kept rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a cleanliness freak. OCD I must agree. I can't work, eat or sleep when the area is too messy. This is how crazy I can be. When I was in my first year, I traveled back home to Kedah almost once a month and usually I arrived home by 9-10pm on the Friday night. I didn't directly dragged myself to bed. Instead, I stayed up until 2am to clean up the house, especially the shower room and my bedroom. So that I could have a nice long shower and a good deep sleep afterward. Gila kan? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate rubber band! Reason? Because rubber bands look like worms! They really resemble each other don't they? And I hate the smell of rubber bands. I always think that rubber bands are all dirty and since I was young, everytime I accidentally touch rubberband, I'll quickly speed up myself to wash my hands with fragrance soap. Why did I say "accidentally touch"? Because I would never touch rubber band. I always avoid touching that smelly band. Again, how crazy I can be? Hehe... Each time I buy foods which are packed in plastics and tied with rubber band, I'll ask my friends to untie them for me. Actually I used to keep this weird secret only to myself and that time it was even worse. I untied everything by myself and I covered my hands with anything like cloth or tissue papers at least. Then I'll wash my hands with liquid handwash before I could start eating. My siblings especially my younger brother Afiq really likes to play around with my weird freakishness. Last few days he suddenly threw a rubber band to my lap and I automatically jumped out of the chair and he chased me around the house to hand me the rubberband. Hua~~~ Tak suka!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;8. I love cooking and baking. When I was young I always helped mom with kuih and kek raya. But I withdrew this passion when I started to stay in hostel. However, I started to get back on my nerves when I was living abroad. At that time, I was more into cooking rather than baking because oven was hardly available. I regarded cooking as my only hobby at that moment because everyday I was eager enough to try new recipe and to cook for every eating hour. I woke up early to make my breakfast, I cooked for lunch, I tried making Malay traditional kuih for tea time and cooked light meal for dinner. It was unbelievable that I lived that way, so organized but only with kitchen work. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;9. I'm becoming more and more cheapskate! Before I flew myself abroad, I was known as a spendthrift. I wasn't really care about money. I just bought what I wanted without I had to think twice on it. However, living far apart from family where the currency exchange is higher, I trained myself on how to wisely manage my financial. And now, I'm sooooooo calculative in spending money on things which are unnecessary. Tapi tak la kedekut sampai dengan orang pun berkira. Jangan salah faham tauuuu =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;10. I'm a short attention span person. I listen to something especially those concerning academic only for few minutes then I'll sail my thought away from this world. LOL =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;11. I'm not fond of sleeping when the sun is high up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;12. I have a great affection towards kids which drove me to the decision of becoming a primary school teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;13. I'm so reckless in handling gadgets. I hate messing up with anything to do with technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;14. I talk in sleep. I heard about this before when I was in form 4. It was the first time I stayed in the hostel and my dorm mates told me that I was laughing like a ghost in my sleep. And now when I'm back in IPBA my room mates tell me almost everyday that I talk in sleep. Like... almost every night. Shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;15. I want to earn as much experience as possible when it comes to life and career. For that, I believe that living afar from parents and away by myself might offer me a wider room to explore and discover so many other new good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;16. I tell almost everything about what I did, what I'm doing and what I'll do to my parents. I tell them everything single thing about what I feel and about what I think. There's really no secret among the three of us =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I tag---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;2. Ida&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;3. Fahizha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;4. Soraya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;5. Amnah&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/5921082571283242324-8792597694789853915?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/8792597694789853915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=8792597694789853915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/8792597694789853915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/8792597694789853915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/01/weirdo.html' title='weirdo'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-6563414089494760057</id><published>2009-01-27T11:33:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:04:54.120+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey... have you ever shared the same thought as mine? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Saying goodbye is the hardest part in life".&lt;/span&gt; Yep... that's what I think. I thought after my hard time of saying goodbye to the people that I love back in Australia, I would never have to say it again within this very short interval. But I was wrong, for Ali was temporarily here in Malaysia, and sending him back to Germany had promisingly needed that killer word of sayonara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yep! now I'm updating of something which happened in almost last two weeks. Ali was here in Malaysia!!! I was so happy to meet him once again though I knew the fact that it might be our last meeting. He was here for 17 days and we should be meeting on the new year. But I got sick, so I didn't have the energy of celebrating the new year with him and Kak Ayu. Right after that Ali was busy with his Malaysia trip to Langkawi, Penang and few more other places around our small peninsular. And I was that time busy registering myself in IPBA and getting used to the new hectic timetable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once Ali got back in KL, we set a good day for us to have a get together session. At first they were thinking of having a day trip to Malacca. But my schedule is too tight which I couldn't even escape myself from any tutorials. So they canceled the trip and replaced it with something else. Early in the morning Ali went to queue for the Skybridge tickets and they waited for me until my last class. It was my first time being up on the bridge though I've been living in Malaysia since forever. haha. It's always been that way aite. We would never know how to appreciate what we have when we know it clearly that we won't lose it. I know I can always go to KLCC, so I have never bothered of getting up on the bridge. Yea yea... amat ignorant kan =p After the bridge, we had more photo session around KLCC and Ali had also used the chance to buy me a birthday lunch that he'd missed. We had our lunch in California Pizza in KLCC and I was left with limited options for the restaurant's oven was out of service. I just had a plain spagetti bolognese with ridiculous price but tasteless flavour. Whilst Ali and Kak Ayu had only hot coffee and mocha for they had already had their lunch while waiting for me earlier.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SYCdCca0ZrI/AAAAAAAAAt0/PS52Ry50pcE/s1600-h/IMG_9188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SYCdCca0ZrI/AAAAAAAAAt0/PS52Ry50pcE/s200/IMG_9188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296405827101681330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SYCc60Bwn_I/AAAAAAAAAts/g_Led3XMGCk/s1600-h/IMG_9206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SYCc60Bwn_I/AAAAAAAAAts/g_Led3XMGCk/s200/IMG_9206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296405696000073714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we had our day trip to Cyberjaya n Putrajaya. Ali had really fallen in love with those two cities which he voiced out the idea of he might come back to Malaysia to work with one of the companies. Hurmmm... we'll see. He might come back and he might not. I know that Ali is more attracted to Australia rather than Malaysia. It's a more beautiful country in so many other ways compared to our small land. So he might be going back to Australia instead of Malaysia. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Putrajaya, that was the first time I stepped my foot in the mosque. I had never known that the mosque has a very strict rules of covering the aurat. Kak Ayu and I had to dress up ourselves with provided robe (more like a raincoat) before we set our feet in the mosque. It was so funny looking at the images of us in the mirror wearing that weird robe. Luckily it was only Ali who knew us there. haha =p We also had a quick tea break in Putrajaya before we finished our trip with more photo session. Hurmmm... know what, the trip to Putrajaya was mainly about property. Kak Ayu brought us to her family's land and showed us the houses that she was interested in buying. If only I own a lot of money, I would have also done the same thing. But the fact that kais pagi makan pagi kais petang makan petang, jangankan nak beli tanah buat rumah, nak beli tanah sekilo pun belum tentu mampu. hahahahah =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SYCc1nV_r9I/AAAAAAAAAtk/wRPoiP2ALFA/s1600-h/IMG_9236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SYCc1nV_r9I/AAAAAAAAAtk/wRPoiP2ALFA/s200/IMG_9236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296405606695940050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last goodbye with Ali was done in a rush way because I was crazily chasing my hostel curfew. It was so depressing because both of us knew that it might be our last goodbye. We really don't know when will we ever have the chance  of meeting again. Personally, Ali has always been a good friend of mine. He was one of those who has always been so supportive and trustworthy with what I'm capable of doing. Though we only knew each other for a limited time of life, still, there are so many things that we have reciprocally learned from  one another and there are so many memories that we've captured together along the trip that we had in Sunshine Coast and Malaysia. Sayonara Ali... I know both of us might not meet again after this. It might be impossible for me to visit you in Germany nor in UK next year. The currency is too high and I'm mostly obliged to my contract which I have to serve for my country. Till you come back, then we'll meet again. Bye bye... =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SYCcLbZEvhI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_afb7kLSfFQ/s1600-h/P1160042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SYCcLbZEvhI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_afb7kLSfFQ/s200/P1160042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296404881933123090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p/s: Ali is a friend whom I met during my road trip to Sunshine Coast. Remember? They were 5 of us. Luqman, Kak Ayu, Ali, Christoph and myself. Ali is a Turkish guy who's living in Germany and he was here on his way back to Germany, completing his world trip to Asia. So now, he has mostly completed the globe though he missed Thailand and Indonesia due to the current chaotic atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that living in a country with the highest currency offers u the best opportunity to comfortably travel to any other countries. Agree? ;p&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/5921082571283242324-6563414089494760057?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/6563414089494760057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=6563414089494760057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6563414089494760057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6563414089494760057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/01/sayonara.html' title='Sayonara...'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SYCdCca0ZrI/AAAAAAAAAt0/PS52Ry50pcE/s72-c/IMG_9188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-1113842992148322590</id><published>2009-01-23T01:09:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:10:07.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes I just couldn't tolerate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most of my close friends see me as someone who sees things positively and takes things lightly. But not when it challenge my patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I was totally pissed off with these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1) Curriculum Studies (CS) lecture hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're supposed to have 3 credit hours per week for each subject. However, up until now, I have already had 2 extra hours for CS. Considering that we have already covered the credit hours, therefore just now my friends and I went to meet our lecturer to negotiate with her in a means of cancelling tomorrow's tutorial. But like what I'd already expected, she won't allow it. This is so not fair. I really hate IPBA's class system. I think if everybody stick to the timetable and not to replace the classes whenever unnecessary, everything will definitely run just smoothly. So, let me suggest that, LET US JUST STICK TO THE TIMETABLE AND GAIN ONLY WHAT WE SHOULD BE GAINING. (erk... motif malas ni. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2) Celcom Broadband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okes. Yang ni better I proceed in bahasa melayu. Pasal broadband ni aku sentap sejak dari 2 minggu lepas lagi. Reason aku beli broadband sebab aku nak internet access yang gempak la. Kalau tak baik aku access guna internet IPBA yang nan ado ni je. Dah la modem yang kecik comel tu harga tak hengat dunia, ngan monthly fee yang rm98 untuk advance package lagi, so I should be getting the best connection la kan. Tapi dari first day aku dapat connection, speed internet aku amat siput sekali. Aku yang memang sentiasa positif ni pikir, maybe coverage tak elok kot. Tapi aku pelik gak nape Asyi yang guna exactly the same thing under the same package as mine is getting HSDPA signal tapi aku lak dapat GPRS signal je. Asyi leh stream youtube suka2 ati je takyah tunggu, aku lak kena tunggu sampai berjambang baru abis stream. Sape tak sentap kan. Then aku pikir logik lagi. maybe la laptop aku kot. Tapi aku dah tukar setting sebijik cam Asyi tapi takleh gak. Then aku tukar modem sekali ngn simcard sume gune kat laptop Asyi pun takleh gak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Celcom agent yang jual broadband tu kat aku is this sorang mamat ni. I think I better keep his name private and confidential sebab taknak la aibkan orang. He's a nice agent la sebab almost everyday call tanya camne ngan internet connection. Aku pulak haruslah cakap connection slow la asyik dapat GPRS signal je. Tiap kali aku tanya camne nak kasi dapat HSDPA dia asyik melalut ke lain. Lama2 aku hangin la sebab intention dia dah lain. To me, when it comes to professional thingy, don't you ever relate it personally. Dah tu aku buat decision not to seek for his help regarding the internet lagi dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Memandangkan harini semangat berlawan aku amat membuak, maka dengan penuh semangat aku pun pergi The Mall tempat aku beli broadband tu. Aku pun complain la ngn penuh gaya professional and bertatasusila sebab tamau gaduh2. Lagipun diorang baik je layan customer kan so aku pun jadi angel la gak. Tapi yang aku geram nya, diorang tak paham aku cakap pe. Aku ni penat dah duk cakap omputih la melayu la dwi-bahasa dah aku guna tapi x berapa nak paham gak diorang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aku:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;What setting are u guys talking about? I did exactly like what u guys asked me to do. The setting are all fine and are exactly the same as my friend's. Okay, if you guys say that it might be the setting of my laptop. Then why is that masa I guna modem I kat laptop kawan I pun, I still tak dapat HSDPA? Faham tak sekarang ni apa maksud I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celcom Agent:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kak, kitorang rasa memang setting laptop akak ataupun modem la. Tula akak tak bawak laptop. Patutnya bawak laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pulak. Tadi I call ******* tanya dia what should I do, dia cakap datang je sini and korang akan buatkan sume. Bukan dekat tau I nak datang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celcom Agent:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Camni la kak. Nanti balik akak duduk depan laptop and telefon number ni nanti dia tolong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hurm kejap, I tanya kawan I dulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(So aku pun terpaksa la mintak tolong Asyi datang the mall bawak laptop aku dengan umpan, taxi fee is all on me. Sentap nyah, dah la The Mall tu jauh dari tempat aku).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay. I'm bringing my laptop. So after this I want the HSDPA signal to be on. Guarantee eh korang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Celcom-celcom Agents sekalian: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ye kak ye kak. Kitorang janji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So bila laptop dah sampai, budak2 ni pun struggle la nak kasi dapat HSDPA. Padan muka. It wasn't my laptop's setting. It's about the Celcom 3G. The coverage is not too good for you to always receive the HSDPA signal. But now at least I get it sometime and UMTS is definitely better than GPRS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So before I left the celcom store, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you eh korang. Sorry la I wasn't being fussy or what but I just stood for my own right. Customer is always right kan, and lagi pun kat t-shirt korang sume tulis, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sell best for the best"&lt;/span&gt;. So I just want the best from you and I think I deserve the best for the huge amount that I paid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celcom-celcom Agents:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ye kak betul betul. Pasni if u have any problem, jangan call *******. Dia bukan tau apa pun. Tau jual je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Betul. I tau dia bukan tau apa pun. Dia tau menggatal je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaha. Keji tak my last sentence? Tapi I think ******* deserves that phrase kot because he's not doing his work. Semalam pun tak pergi kerja. I really don't like guys who are irresponsible. Be professional when it comes to work. Sekian, terima kasih =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-1113842992148322590?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/1113842992148322590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=1113842992148322590&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1113842992148322590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1113842992148322590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-i-just-couldnt-tolerate.html' title='sometimes I just couldn&apos;t tolerate'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3003974579324530064</id><published>2009-01-22T01:53:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:57:37.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'>intangible silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I reckon that most of u had notice that this blog had once before this been restricted to only the view of the writer. Actually I was putting it on hold due to my negative interest of updating my page. After I jumped myself out from the exhaustive Indonesia trip, I got sick and it ruined my new year mood for I decided not to stay in KL and just went back home to Kedah. So there I was, blocking my blog and just stayed home with wet nostril. At first I was thinking of giving up on this site considering my tight academic and social schedule. However, as I gave it a thought, I really think that it might be better for me to at least have this blog. A page where I can write when I feel like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I'll start with my previous trip to Indonesia. To make it short, the trip to Indonesia was great. I had captured a lot of beautiful cultures and traditions which I might never forget. Even though most of the things are quite similar to Malaysia, however, there are still few little things which differ them from us. Like what my tourist guide says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"kita dari rumpun melayu yang sama tapi berbeza".&lt;/span&gt; As for their cuisine, they really have a lot of dishes per meal. You get what I mean? I meant that for every eating hour, they have like more than 10 dishes on the table. I got bloated n excessively pumped with fat. I think that was the reason for my sickness. haha. There really are a lot to share and for that, let us just take a look at some of the photos =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::CULTURE::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcnDSdL5wI/AAAAAAAAAro/Iq4GlnTwUWE/s1600-h/IMG_9150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcnDSdL5wI/AAAAAAAAAro/Iq4GlnTwUWE/s200/IMG_9150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293742824444651266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were about 10 great dances and 10 traditional musical performance being performed. I was mostly captivated by the "Tarian Piriang", or better known as "plate dance". The dance started with the dancers went around the mountain of broken plates. They were then did a mini ritual of pray and went crazy by jumping and stomping on the plates. It was surprising that they didn't get hurt. I managed to get few information about the dances because I had been called up on stage for twice. At first I was asked by the male musician to be on stage trying one of their musical instruments. Too bad that my dad didn't manage to snap my picture. And the second time I was on stage was when the show was about to finish. I was called up to do their joget. Gosh I can't upload the photo for some private reasons. hehe =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcmlz-M7wI/AAAAAAAAArg/TdIg6x-9oQ4/s1600-h/IMG_9161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcmlz-M7wI/AAAAAAAAArg/TdIg6x-9oQ4/s200/IMG_9161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293742318045425410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Dora. She's one of the dancers and the one who called me up on stage. She's so cute and gentle that when she promoted me to buy a souvenir from them which was a handmade flute for 150 000 rupiah, I straight away paid it without realizing that it cost me about rm50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcvOvZdrWI/AAAAAAAAAsI/rHed50r-wo8/s1600-h/P1020403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcvOvZdrWI/AAAAAAAAAsI/rHed50r-wo8/s200/P1020403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293751817285250402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, somewhere in Batu Sangkar, I bumped to see that there were more flutes being sold for only rm10. Shootttttttttt!!! I bought the flute for rm50 and the next day I found the quite similar flute with very much cheaper price. But to ease my dissatisfaction my dad told me that the one I bought is good in quality. I think that's true because the flute that I bought produces better sound and easier to manage. But.... my intention of buying the flute wasn't for music, but for decor. huaaaaaaa. If I knew that I could get it with cheaper price I would have be able to buy more clothes. huaaaaaaaaaaaa =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcrcoFXyXI/AAAAAAAAArw/v4n8BTzknXc/s1600-h/P1020329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcrcoFXyXI/AAAAAAAAArw/v4n8BTzknXc/s200/P1020329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293747657793587570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Palace of Pagar Ruyung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcwB1XgadI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/oXU6ySmPD6Q/s1600-h/IMG_9107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcwB1XgadI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/oXU6ySmPD6Q/s200/IMG_9107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293752695060982226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The making of "kain songket" which needs three years to complete. The price is really unnegotiable. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcwe_wiCxI/AAAAAAAAAsY/R8FFtedV2rg/s1600-h/P1020264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcwe_wiCxI/AAAAAAAAAsY/R8FFtedV2rg/s200/P1020264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293753196066507538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The making of "kain tenun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcr5knHstI/AAAAAAAAAr4/L_CNfS4_ABs/s1600-h/P1020273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcr5knHstI/AAAAAAAAAr4/L_CNfS4_ABs/s200/P1020273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293748155077604050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the kebaya that I like but I couldn't buy it. It's damn too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcuPCYtpUI/AAAAAAAAAsA/lQV8-V8Jdyk/s1600-h/P1020428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcuPCYtpUI/AAAAAAAAAsA/lQV8-V8Jdyk/s200/P1020428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293750722870748482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also have a lot of horse carriages in the town. The horses are all female horses and their eyes are blindly closed so that they won't go crazy on the street. Pity them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::FOOD::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcD2LGkX7I/AAAAAAAAAqw/umqhFal2P0Y/s1600-h/P1020380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcD2LGkX7I/AAAAAAAAAqw/umqhFal2P0Y/s200/P1020380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293704116225466290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the food. Heaven!!! But might be a ticket to death. Haha. Here's the funny fact about Padang. Their main menu are chicken n beef. For every meal, they have about 3 different types of chicken dishes and 3 different types of beef dishes. Considering that people of Minangkabau have that kind of food for almost everyday, I wasn't surprise to see that in the middle of the town, there was a hospital specialized only to Parkinson patients. Haha crazy. But that's the truth. They need one big hospital because most of their elder citizens are admitted with the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcRp1yS2XI/AAAAAAAAArI/NLEqCe88M4w/s1600-h/IMG_9011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcRp1yS2XI/AAAAAAAAArI/NLEqCe88M4w/s200/IMG_9011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293719297507645810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is "Pisang Penyek". The banana is burnt on hot woods and being pressed between two pieces of woods. Then cheese, condense milk and chocolate rice are spread on top of the banana. Yummy but only for a little amount of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcDYIyo-hI/AAAAAAAAAqo/BK_AUdoa928/s1600-h/IMG_9000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcDYIyo-hI/AAAAAAAAAqo/BK_AUdoa928/s200/IMG_9000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293703600208935442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever tried "Cucumber Drink"? At first I thought that the drink wouldn't be that nice but it proofed me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcTGfxs9DI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6IXbUq90EPI/s1600-h/IMG_9098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcTGfxs9DI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6IXbUq90EPI/s200/IMG_9098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293720889327416370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXc4sD6Zg3I/AAAAAAAAAsg/LxsK8hFplN4/s1600-h/IMG_9101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXc4sD6Zg3I/AAAAAAAAAsg/LxsK8hFplN4/s200/IMG_9101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293762216612954994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the famous place that sells the "Banana Coconut Bika". The banana and coconut are burnt in the traditional oven like we can see in the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::FAMILY::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcC_khSNeI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1fG1gq51m1E/s1600-h/IMG_9062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcC_khSNeI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1fG1gq51m1E/s200/IMG_9062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293703178155603426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was there with my beloved parents and aunt. This was when we were up on the hill that I don't know what it's called. At the back of us is the famous "Marapi Volcano". It's an active volcano but according to Ali (our tourist guide), the last time it exploded was in 1924.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcTgn0WH6I/AAAAAAAAArY/SlIU0f4qWNs/s1600-h/IMG_9086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcTgn0WH6I/AAAAAAAAArY/SlIU0f4qWNs/s200/IMG_9086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293721338162585506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like the background. It's the lake of the volcano and keeps the historical facts of Hamka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcQtwOI7MI/AAAAAAAAArA/FWt7HQpETk8/s1600-h/P1020281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcQtwOI7MI/AAAAAAAAArA/FWt7HQpETk8/s200/P1020281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293718265221672130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are some of the ladies which I was close to. My mum and her friends. Owh... this was during our visit to one of the famous cloth industrial entrepreneurs, Hajjah Rosma's textile factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::POVERTY::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcQQGHqEsI/AAAAAAAAAq4/qmWSSSlxzas/s1600-h/IMG_9010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcQQGHqEsI/AAAAAAAAAq4/qmWSSSlxzas/s200/IMG_9010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293717755703988930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the presence of this cute little boy, there was this one girl came to me and sing a song. Though I didn't know the song but I was definitely clear with her intention of getting money out of it. Since I only had 100 000 rupiah notes at that moment, so I gave her Malaysian money for rm1. After thanking me, she walked away and that was when this boy came near me. I gave him rm1 but he refused to take it. Why? Because he said that rm1 is not valid. Then he kept lingering around me for hours. Then this dialouge took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Adik. Kakak sudah bagi wang nya dong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy: Belum kak. Wang itu nggak boleh. Nggak laku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Tapi kakak udah bagi nya dong. Nggak ada wang yang lain sih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy: Belum kak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Udah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy: Belum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Udah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dialouge was over after I went to ask for some money from my dad and gave it to him. Haih. Demanding giler kan? Tapi cute so takpelaaa =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/5921082571283242324-3003974579324530064?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3003974579324530064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3003974579324530064&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3003974579324530064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3003974579324530064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2009/01/intangible-silence_22.html' title='intangible silence'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SXcnDSdL5wI/AAAAAAAAAro/Iq4GlnTwUWE/s72-c/IMG_9150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-2264790430608726479</id><published>2008-12-25T01:57:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:51:10.949+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not yet there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I helped Syafwah with her wedding preparation. I love seeing everything about wedding. Be it the flowers, dresses and even the food. Just now after drove Syafwah to the boutique for her wedding's accessories, we went up to few florists to look up for the "bunga tangan" (hand flower?). It was sooooooooooooo lovely to see all the flowers, laces, nets and ect. Owh yea. By the way, I have a plain dream since I was a teenager which I wanna go to sewing class learning about making the "hantaran" thingy. But I could just learn that from magazines and even from the "hantaran" themselves if I have free time. Just now, when I was looking at the florist decorating the flowers, I had my own idea of doing mine next time in the future. Haha. Tak boleh blah giler siap dah ada future idea. Or maybe I'll do it for my friends first. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By maghrib, I was at home for dinner with my other friends (Awan, Azizi, Akran n Adha)  who came over too. Now it's already 00.06 and by 11pm just now I had just gotten back from sending Shue back to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to sleep now thinking that tomorrow I'll have another long tiring day. Tomorrow's afternoon I'll be at Syafwah's wedding. At the evening I have a date with Majiah and Deyna. Deyna is coming back from Uniten tonight so we'll be meeting again tomorrow. Yeay!!! And I'll be leaving to KL tomorrow because I have a flight schedule to Indonesia the next morning. Owhhhhhhhhhh. I haven't done my packing. Luckily just now I managed to steal some time to the money changer while they were busy with the flowers. So tomorrow I could again steal some time to pack up my things. Aiyoooooooooo. Now you understand right why do I always say that I ain't have enough time? I really do. Huaaaaaaaaa&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/5921082571283242324-2264790430608726479?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/2264790430608726479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=2264790430608726479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2264790430608726479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2264790430608726479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-yet-there.html' title='i&apos;m not yet there'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-2868253464463764283</id><published>2008-12-23T18:24:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:07:58.343+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hurmmm... lately I've been thinking about a statement that my friends have always told about me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm too choosy". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you think so? Last night Airsah told me that, and it wasn't my first time being labeled as choosy by most of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I never think that I'm choosy accept for clothing. Yep... when it comes to appearance, I'm quite picky. That's why my parents stop buying me clothes since I was 15 and they just gave me money and asked me to buy everything myself. However, when it comes to food, I eat almost everything as long as they're halal. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it's about life partner, people say that I'm too picky. Airsah told me, but not only her, but some of my other friends also told me the same fact that I'm too choosy and I hardly give a chance for someone to love me. Though sometimes they have the chance, yet I have always been the one who refuse to feel the same. Do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurmmm... I think everybody deserves to be choosy in picking up the best life partner. And I'm not excepted for I also deserve to be happy, don't I? Let me make it clear. I'm not choosy. I've never stated any specific criteria for my future partner. But maybe, I haven't yet found the right guy. Being single doesn't mean that I'm not happy. At this moment, I'm honestly claiming this with all my heart that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm happy, and am contented enough with what I have though it's not an ultimate happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; told me that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"definisi bahagia kita berbeza". &lt;/span&gt;Yep... To some of you, being happy means that to have someone by your side, having a substitute no matter you have to break life promises. But to me, being happy doesn't mean to have someone by my side. I'm not saying that I oppose the idea of marriage. I myself am looking forward for that event (but only when the time comes). I can't say it's not today nor tomorrow. It may be today and it may be tomorrow. I can just pray for the best and for that, please stop all those speculations.&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/5921082571283242324-2868253464463764283?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/2868253464463764283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=2868253464463764283&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2868253464463764283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2868253464463764283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/am-i.html' title='Am I?'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3520887253410076669</id><published>2008-12-22T21:35:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:07:52.058+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Snap picture of both inner and outer side of your wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SU98HG51_kI/AAAAAAAAAqY/wueXkUu0Jy8/s1600-h/IMG_8945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SU98HG51_kI/AAAAAAAAAqY/wueXkUu0Jy8/s200/IMG_8945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282577349483036226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2.  Introduce your wallet brand, price and where you bought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Price and Place Bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I can't really remember the price due to massive shopping. But I can still remember where did I get it from. It's from Victoria Station, Harbour Town, Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3. Take out whatever is inside your wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SU9766D-6UI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/P8BMfQZhglM/s1600-h/IMG_8946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SU9766D-6UI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/P8BMfQZhglM/s200/IMG_8946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282577139877472578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sori laaaa. Banyak sangat cards la, malas nak keluarkan. Baru semalam Airsah cakap wallet aku semak. Seyes tak sempat nak kemas. Asyik ada hal je bila masa la nak kisah pasal wallet pun. hehe =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Snap a picture of your wallet with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sori. Zaman cam-whore amik gambar sendiri dah berlalu ye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5. Tag 5 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taknak =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-3520887253410076669?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3520887253410076669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3520887253410076669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3520887253410076669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3520887253410076669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SU98HG51_kI/AAAAAAAAAqY/wueXkUu0Jy8/s72-c/IMG_8945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3870774283606402618</id><published>2008-12-22T20:42:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:07:42.507+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight Goodnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write that song name down NO MATTER HOW silly it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;5. Put this on your journal / blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. If someone says, “Is this okay?” … you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Till I Get Over You (Michelle Branch). That's not what I'll say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If I Ain't Got You (Alicia Keys ft Usher). Yea. I might be a better person if I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. What do you like in a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Permysuri (OAG). Girls are all queens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Rooftops (Lost Prophets). Yea!! I feel so high after meeting my old friend from Convent, Lydiawani, whom I haven't seen for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.What is your life’s purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Over My Head (The Fray). Haha. My life purpose is always wanna reach the highest level that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;All I Want Is You (Barry Louis Polisar, Juno's OST). Hurmmm... "You" here refers to studies, career and family. I wanna strive for glory in my studies and establish a stable career where teaching is not only the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. What do your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Love Like This (Amy Pearson). Haha. They know that I love them. Definitely YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cinta Antara Kita (taktau lagu sape. there was someone who dedicated this song for me). I think this song suits my parents well. They're always in love to one another. SWEET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cater To You (Destiny's Child). Yea!!! I always think how can I best cater the needs of my future students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ku Tak Sanggup (Kris Dayanti). hurmmm... I've no idea about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Potential Breakup Song (Aly and AJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Resentment (Beyonce). Erk... maybe. My life today is shaped and impacted by the deepest remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lil Star (Kelis ft Cee-Lo). Hehe. I might seem small and weak to some of you but deep inside, I'm so strong and not as weak as before. Try me and you'll know how hard it is to make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Semusim (Marcell) This song has nothing to do with what I wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Other Side Of The World (KT Tunstall). Yea!!! I'll definitely think of the other side of him. Usually guys will blind us with the best of them. Therefore we have to scan them beyond their beauty and see the worst of them. But bare in mind that in this world, there are not even a single person who is perfect. If we love someone, we have to love the best and the worst of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;With You (Chris Brown). Hehe. Cute song that I like. Yea... it might be played on my wedding but we'll see how okay ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tanpa Kekasihku (Agnes Monica). Ouchhhhh. This is one of my favourite songs. Yea it can definitely be played, especially from my future partner. kuikuikui =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18.What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hate That I Love You (Rihanna) Ish. langsung takde kne ngene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Biarlah (Nidji). Huh? apakah? biarlaaaa. i really don't mind =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Right Where You Want Me (Jesse McCartney) Adala secret. kalau gitau then it won't longer be a secret, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21. What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Stand Up For Love (Destiny's Child). haha. What I know is that my friends are all supportive and most of them are all in love. so... yea... they might be standing up for their love. but what i'll say, just stand up for the love that u think worths every single drop of ur sweat. don't u ever stand up for someone who doesn't know how to appreciate u, and especially to those who don't know how to stick to their promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;22. What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Goodnight Goodnight (Maroon 5). haha. ok la tu kan. selamat malam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now the lucky person i wanna tag are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;anyone who likes to tag themselves =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Tagged by Kdee. This is all I can do. hehe =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-3870774283606402618?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3870774283606402618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3870774283606402618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3870774283606402618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3870774283606402618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodnight-goodnight.html' title='Goodnight Goodnight'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-6198344320096476510</id><published>2008-12-22T13:41:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:07:21.474+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Asyimomo's Engagement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As being informed, I was away the last weekend to Perak. Hey hey hey, I wasn't there with the same purpose as I used to have few years back. I was there this time because my dear girlfriend, Syima got engaged!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole weekend spent in Perak, I laughed sooooooooooooo crazily that now I'm so exhausted and my jaw gets locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents sent me to the Butterworth bus station and we arrived there at 4pm. So bad that the bus ticket available was only at 8.30pm. So my parents sent me to Taiping since it takes only 1hour from Butterworth-Taiping. That evening I spent with Amar at her house and we waited for Awe and Airsah to arrive from KL. Okay. Here is the funniest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 9.30pm, Airsah atau lebih mesra dipanggil Air, gitau kitorang yang diorang dah sampai Taiping tapi taktau camne nak g umah Amar. So Amar pun kasitau la directions sume and suruh diorang tunggu kat depan Tesco. Amar ajak la aku ikut g amik diorang kat Tesco. Memandangkan Tesco dengan umah Amar amatlah dekat maka aku pun tukar seluar tido je ganti ngan jeans. ngan selambanya berpakaian tidak proper, aku ikut la Amar pegi Tesco naik motor. Bila dah sampai sana Awe ngan Air tak gak sampai. Lama tunggu tak sampai gak. Air message Amar tanya direction and bila Amar nak reply balik, skali &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"message not sent".&lt;/span&gt; Amar kehabisan credit and Amar suruh aku call diorang. Tapi apakan daya, aku tak bawak phone time tu. Dah kata dekat nak gi amik diorang je dah tu aku pun pergi sehelai sepinggang jela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik la Air call and last2 skali Amar cakap takpela die g amik diorang kat mana diorang ada time tu. Skali, perempuan2 cantik dua orang tu ada kat depan library??? ceh. Baca buku malam2 ke ape la makcik dua orang ni sampai sesat ke library. Then Amar pun apa lagi merempit la pergi sana. On da way tu dah la pakcik2 polisi bermotosikal beriringan dengan kitorang. Then Amar cakap, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"wei, aku tak bawak license ni. IC pun tak bwak gak".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Aku plak, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"huh??? aku pun sama. apa pun aku tak bawak. duit pun tak bawak". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kitorang time tu memang tawakkal jela. Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"motor ni bukan elok sangat". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"yeke. ala takpe. yang penting ada minyak. ni ada minyak ke tak ni?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ade. cukup je aku rase".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kitorang pun teruskanlah merempit and dengan jayanya dah dekat nak sampai kat library, tanpa sebarang sekatan dari pihak berkuasa, sekali motor berhenti secara tiba2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;hua!!!!!!!!!! minyak abis!!!&lt;/span&gt; Amar try start balik engine and yeay!!! Hidup kembali tapi 5 saat kemudian... stop balik. huaaaaaa~~~!!! dah la malam, wallet lak tak bawak, licence, identity card, duit sume takde. Aku dah gelak bagai nak gila time tu. Nasib la kitorang dh smpi depan library. Then diorang call and kitorang pun suruh la diorang datang cepat depan library sebab kitorang xleh nak gerak dh. Sampai2 je kete makcik berdua tu, punyela gelak macam nak mati!!! Memang la sadis keadaan time tu, ngan motor habis minyak nye, tapi seyes kelakar. So tinggal la aku ngn Air tunggu motor and Awe gi beli minyak ngn Amar. eeeeeeiiii. Bengong gile. Dah tu balik la umah Amar, minum2 and siap pakai baju tidur sume, trus g umah Syima. Ada patut kitorang sampai umah Syima dah kul 1 pagi. Amat sopan kan, pegi umah kenduri di pagi2 buta berpakaian tidur. Malam tu kitorang tido lambat gile duk borak gelak2 sampai lebam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari bersejarah bagi Syima. Yeay!!!! Kitorang pun sibuk gak ritu. Sibuk menyibuk. Sebabkan sume mende pun dah orang lain buat, and dah banyak tangan sampaikan kitorang takde mende nak buat. Awe jela jadi mak andam Syima. Aku, Amar and Air duk la menyibuk itu ini. So the theme of the day was purple. There were 22 hantaran all together from Syima's side. After the evening tea, kitorang gi tengok movie kat Taiping Central. tapi Syima tak ikut la. Sebab malam tu kitorang ada bachelor's night. Syima dah tunang takleh la ikut. kuikuikui =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik umah masing2. Before balik ada je lagi drama. Bus aku kul 11, tapi perempuan2 cantik tu sume bersiap punyela lambattttttttttttttttttttttttt. Kul 10.40 baru gerak dari umah Amar. Nasib la sempat sampai before bus gerak. Kalau tak ada gak yang kena drive sampai Kedah anta aku balik. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SU8ghG-nkfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/qWloeCPefOQ/s1600-h/IMG_8942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SU8ghG-nkfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/qWloeCPefOQ/s200/IMG_8942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282476641109905906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear girlfriends: It was nice meeting u girls after a long time that we've been seperated. Especially to Airsah yang dah 4 tahun tak jumpe, at last jumpe gak balik ngan kau. Pasni everytime gathering kalau ko tak datang siap ko kitorang majuk taknak kawan. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SU8gWSj_scI/AAAAAAAAAqA/QXrBwnUr314/s1600-h/IMG_8888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SU8gWSj_scI/AAAAAAAAAqA/QXrBwnUr314/s200/IMG_8888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282476455240905154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Asyimomo: Congratulations for the beautiful engagement darling!!! You look so lovely on that day. You were the first among us all that get engaged. It's not following the birth date though you are the eldest among us all, because I won't be the next follower. Tak kisah la korang sume nak langkah bendul pun janji nanti kasi aku sepersalinan baju cantik ok. hehehe =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-6198344320096476510?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/6198344320096476510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=6198344320096476510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6198344320096476510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/6198344320096476510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/asyimomos-engagement.html' title='Asyimomo&apos;s Engagement.'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SU8ghG-nkfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/qWloeCPefOQ/s72-c/IMG_8942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3701469476565004297</id><published>2008-12-22T13:30:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:07:15.274+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my disappearance equals to 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hohohoho. I was away for the whole weekend and after I came back, I checked that I have 5 friend requests in Facebook and 5 comments in here. What a coincidence for I also have another things equal to that digit. ngengenge =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-3701469476565004297?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3701469476565004297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3701469476565004297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3701469476565004297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3701469476565004297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-disapperance-equals-to-5.html' title='my disappearance equals to 5'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-4714668061977746706</id><published>2008-12-19T04:20:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:06:34.671+10:00</updated><title type='text'>soli laaa... i tak leh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fahizha amoi cantek. soli laaaa. i tak boley buat la u punya tag. dua2 tag pun i tak boley buat. i tau suda lama u suluh i buat tapi i tak ade masa. i manyak bizi. tag u yang itu pertama punya aaaa...yang suluh amik gamba sendili masa sikalang tah payah sikat lambut, tak payah tuka baju, i tak belani buat wooooooo. sebab nanti ada olang tegur i tak elok tunjuk aulat. malam2 ini macam panas2 u tau la aaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu tag dua punya nombot aaaa... i tak leti buat sebab soalan pertama dia suluh refer dekat satu olang. dalam otak i aaaa dah lama tak ada sapa2. jadi i tak boley buat. i manyak soli aaaaa. depan punya masa kalau ada lagi tag i buat. kalo tag itu suluh buat name tag pun i buat. hah. u jangan lisau aaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-4714668061977746706?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/4714668061977746706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=4714668061977746706&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4714668061977746706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4714668061977746706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/soli-laaa-i-tak-leh.html' title='soli laaa... i tak leh...'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-863129362733305368</id><published>2008-12-19T03:58:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:06:21.637+10:00</updated><title type='text'>saya mohon maaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Di Facebook, sudah dua kali saya dapat friend request dari seseorang. Maaf. Saya terpaksa reject. Bukan saya sombong. Bukan saya takmau kawan lagi. Kita masih berkawan. Selama ni pun kita tak pernah rapat dan saya harap kita boleh kekal macam itu. Saya ada alasan saya sendiri untuk tidak mahu rapat. Kerana awak adalah pintu untuk masa silam saya. Saya tidak lagi hidup dalam sejarah. Saya hidup untuk masa hadapan. Maka pintu sejarah terpaksa saya jauhkan. Kita masih bersahabat. Tapi caranya lain. Untuk itu, saya mohon maaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tau awak mungkin taktau awak lah yang sebenarnya saya maksudkan. Kerana bukan awak seorang yang saya iktirafkan sebagai pintu sejarah silam saya. Awak bukanlah kisah silam saya.  Awak langsung tak ada kena mengena dalam apa-apa hal dan awak langsung tak bersalah. Tapi melalui awak, jalan ke sejarah saya adalah cerah. Saya terpaksa gelapkan. Saya tau awak mungkin tidak akan dapat penyampaian saya ini. Tak ramai yang tahu kehadiran saya di helaian ini. Satu hari nanti, kalau takdir kita berjumpa, saya akan terangkan. Saya bukan sombong. Tapi prinsip hidup saya sudah lain. Maka segala cara saya sudah berubah. Saya harap awak faham suatu hari nanti.&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/5921082571283242324-863129362733305368?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/863129362733305368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=863129362733305368&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/863129362733305368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/863129362733305368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/saya-mohon-maaf.html' title='saya mohon maaf'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-707378015367712576</id><published>2008-12-17T17:17:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:06:15.551+10:00</updated><title type='text'>insufficient time, pening2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Malays usually say, "masa itu emas". Yea I can't agree more on that fact. Nowadays I really feel like I ain't have enough time. I've been busy for the past few months, since October and it's been dragging even until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that when I'm home I'll have all the time in the world. But due to all the agenda that I'd already fixed when I was still in Australia, now I'm living with that fixed schedule. Before last 2 days, I'd been busy catching up with my dearest girlfriends Majiah and Deyna. We'd been going out for almost everyday. The last day Deyna was here, we went up to somewhere out from here. We went for our friend's sister's wedding and it was in a small village. A day before that, I tagged along with my parents to two weddings but I liked the village wedding more (the one that I went with Majiah and Deyna). U know why? Because I found that Malay traditional cuisines are more appealing to me. I'm sick of nasi minyak, ayam masak merah and kurma daging. But not to kari daging campur pisang, kari ikan masin campur nanas dan kerabu taugeh campur perut. Yea I know they might sound weird to some of you who haven't tried masakan kampung. It wasn't my first time that day, but it's been years that I haven't found those dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough babbling about food. Let us concentrate more on my current issue. Yea I really feel like I don't have enough time. Although I wake up very early in the morning (I don't sleep after subuh) and I sleep very late at night, but I really feel that time is really insufficient. Today is the only day which I think I can have my own private time since my nephew is away with his parents to their new house. I just decided not to follow since I have so many things to settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!!! Do you like having options? That's the hardest situation that I hate most. I don't like having options because I'm so bad in making decision. This evening I went to look for a bus ticket because I need to to go to Kemunting this weekend. But to my disappointment, there's no bus from Sungai Petani to Kemunting or Taiping. I need to go to Butterworth first and get a bus from there. Huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~~~ I'm so lazy to take a bus. I know it's easier to drive but I don't know the way. I mean I know I can just take the highway but after the exit? I'll surely get lost. I don't mind driving, but there's nobody here whom I can bring along because I'll be spending two nights there. My other friends are all from the south part and it's only me from the north. aiyoooooooooo.... bus or car? Which one huh? My parents are fine with both but they are worried if I get lost. hurmmm.... (*+*)&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/5921082571283242324-707378015367712576?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/707378015367712576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=707378015367712576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/707378015367712576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/707378015367712576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/insufficient-time-pening2.html' title='insufficient time, pening2'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-3894561638426421016</id><published>2008-12-14T02:42:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:06:10.064+10:00</updated><title type='text'>saya memang macam ni. huaaa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week when Majiah and I were on our way to Permatang Pauh, Majiah told me that her father had been driving for a year with an expired license. He'd just realized it when he was about to renew the license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerning that the same situation might happen on me, I quickly checked my licensed and yea!!!! It's already expired 4 months ago. Ish laaa. tah apa2 gile sebab aku dah bawak kete pegi tah mana2 tapi tak sedar lesen dah expired. So esoknya before g Penang aku pun singgah la post office sebab nak renew license. Tapi ramai sangat la plak org sampai ke luar queue. Dah tu aku g plak post ofis lain. Kalini susah la plak nak park kete sebab sempit. Dah dapat parking aku masuk2 post office tgk ramai gak org. So aku give up sebab dah lambat and drive je kete ngn lesen yg dah expired. Nasib takde road block sepanjang highway tu, idak padan muke aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat esok aku nk la g renew license sebab esok nak gune kete g mkn kenduri ngn Majiah and Deyna. Skali tadi Majiah cakap auntie dia leh tlg renew so esk g amik je trus. Aku pun check la license aku sebab nak bagi details. Elok aku tgk je kat tempoh, aku rasa pelik. Uik? Apsal 22/8/2006 - 21/8/2008? Apsal lak tahun 2006? Then aku korek2 lagi wallet aku and jumpa la license kosong without gambar terselit kat belakang. Huh??? Dah ada license baru dah pun rupanya. Penat je aku rush sana sini awal2 pagi nak g renew license. Nasib x sempat untuk esok. Idak tak pasal je aku meroyan pas beratur panjang di pagi2 hari kat post office tu esok. Phewwwwwww..... syukron syukron. hehehe =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-3894561638426421016?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/3894561638426421016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=3894561638426421016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3894561638426421016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/3894561638426421016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/saya-memang-macam-ni-huaaa.html' title='saya memang macam ni. huaaa!!!'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-5368657629106511923</id><published>2008-12-12T22:41:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:03:55.505+10:00</updated><title type='text'>psychologically influenced</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you believe in mystical creatures and events? I mean those superstitious and spiritual thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was small I really believed in ghost. However, as I grew up, I started to think that everything in this world happens based on scientific facts. But until I went to a boarding school where there were a lot of ghost stories being told everyday, and things happened to my friends, then I started to believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as time passes by, I reckon that all those spiritual thingy does have a strong connection with human psychology. I don't know the real fact upon this matter, I'm not an expert in this field, but based on my observation and experience, that's the formula that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was studying abroad, I hardly had the creepy feelings or any goosebumps, unless if I watched horror movie on that day. Thus, I was also brave enough to walk alone at night on dark silent roads. It was all because I held on to a belief; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"those ghosts that I used to be afraid of do not exist in western land".&lt;/span&gt; The silly fact about me is that I'm afraid of Malay ghosts, especially those ugly dead women with white cloth and long black messy hair. Since those kinds of ghosts haven't yet been found or heard in western countries, therefore, I wasn't scared when I lived in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I've gained enough courage to stay brave when I'm back in homeland, but now it's proven that I still believe in those things. They do really influence me and I am scared!!! Yes I am because I'm now all alone at home. It's night and my parents are away for a wedding reception, my sister is away to KL, my younger brother is away hanging out with his friends and my elder brother hasn't been back home from work. I know the reason of my anxiety is all due to the stories I heard from Majiah and the series "Kekasihku Seru" that I watched this evening. Now I'm freezing myself from watching the series until everybody is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I know that I'm psychologically influenced by the surroundings because if I didn't know anything and if I heard nothing, I might not have these stupid thoughts and silly imaginations.&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/5921082571283242324-5368657629106511923?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/5368657629106511923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=5368657629106511923&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5368657629106511923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/5368657629106511923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/psychologically-influenced.html' title='psychologically influenced'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-8485581208341910321</id><published>2008-12-12T13:06:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:02:06.692+10:00</updated><title type='text'>riding a roller coaster won't be that fun compare to XXX ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have u ever ride on a roller coaster? To most of the people it's one of the best ways to reach the maximum level of satisfaction. But to some people, including me, riding on a roller coaster is like jeopardizing my anxiety bank. But it's nothing to compare to what I felt yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove up to penang with my small kancil which my younger brother had already warned me earlier&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "the break is not functioning well".&lt;/span&gt; Bearing that in mind, I drove up carefully with extra attention to the road. (erkk... not really actually for i have a short attention span syndrome). =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident happended when I was about to go out from the level ground parking area of Queensbay Mall. I was distracted with my never ending conversation with Majiah and Deyna where I forgot to change the gear. I was climbing up the hill with gear 2 and the car stopped in the middle of the high hill. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The break wasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; well functioned and so did the handbreak!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So the car moved backward and all the passengers screamed like we were on the roller coaster!!! Luckily there was no car at the back because I'm perfectly sure that, if there was a car at the back, I would had definitely kissed it. Phewwwwww~~~ Thank God. Alhamdulillah (^+^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SUHZD-s-WNI/AAAAAAAAApo/wFTDd_tTUqs/s1600-h/IMG_8749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SUHZD-s-WNI/AAAAAAAAApo/wFTDd_tTUqs/s200/IMG_8749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278738900649400530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are all the passengers of Kancil Coaster. hahaha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SUHZIHvnP2I/AAAAAAAAApw/0NWETFtF_s8/s1600-h/IMG_8750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SUHZIHvnP2I/AAAAAAAAApw/0NWETFtF_s8/s200/IMG_8750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278738971795865442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owh yea... by the way, it supposed to be our day out (Majiah, Deyna and me). But I dragged my sister and cousin along for I didn't want them to stay bored at home. The more the merrier right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another beautiful day captured, XOXO ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-8485581208341910321?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/8485581208341910321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=8485581208341910321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/8485581208341910321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/8485581208341910321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/riding-roller-coaster-wont-be-that-fun.html' title='riding a roller coaster won&apos;t be that fun compare to XXX ;p'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SUHZD-s-WNI/AAAAAAAAApo/wFTDd_tTUqs/s72-c/IMG_8749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-7606531245726558400</id><published>2008-12-11T01:33:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:56:53.832+10:00</updated><title type='text'>happy eid adha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope that it's not too late for me to hand in my wish, Happy Eid Adha to all moslems that celebrate the festive. Here, I'm handing in my apology for all the wrongdoings that I've ever done and hope that everybody is having a greatest blast =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time this raya for having the chance of celebrating it with my family on the first day and with my friends on the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ST_u_Em80aI/AAAAAAAAApg/sRktJ4Ylq9w/s1600-h/IMG_8671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ST_u_Em80aI/AAAAAAAAApg/sRktJ4Ylq9w/s200/IMG_8671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278200055637791138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting u my latest boyfriend, Rizq Azfar. Sweet tak kitorang? Siap pakai baju sedondon lagi tauuu ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ST_u6-KcjWI/AAAAAAAAApY/bdkKDr0Tq6s/s1600-h/IMG_8732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ST_u6-KcjWI/AAAAAAAAApY/bdkKDr0Tq6s/s200/IMG_8732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278199985188146530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my girlfriends, Majiah and Deyna =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ST_u2NfOPoI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VD3anAay104/s1600-h/IMG_8738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ST_u2NfOPoI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VD3anAay104/s200/IMG_8738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278199903402475138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you get blinded by this cute little girl. She slapped me on the face just because I asked her for a kiss. Hahahaha. I wasn't the only one as according to her Ashu (Majiah), Iqa (this little girl) does it to everybody. But it was my first time being slapped on the face and it was by a cute little girl? huhhhhh. tak rock la dibuli budak kecik. hehehe =p&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/5921082571283242324-7606531245726558400?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/7606531245726558400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=7606531245726558400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7606531245726558400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7606531245726558400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-eid-adha.html' title='happy eid adha'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/ST_u_Em80aI/AAAAAAAAApg/sRktJ4Ylq9w/s72-c/IMG_8671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-4640186343572830267</id><published>2008-12-10T03:15:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:56:46.914+10:00</updated><title type='text'>malaysia update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hye all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I didn't update anything of what I've been doing since I arrived Malaysia. Honestly, I was so much occupied with family and friends. Here are what I've been up to recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Dec:&lt;/span&gt; arrived homeland. sleeping, eating, family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Dec:&lt;/span&gt; met one of my dearests girlfriend, Majiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Dec:&lt;/span&gt; had been elected as the best babysitter ever for my lovely nephew, Rizq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Dec:&lt;/span&gt; half of the day was spent in Alor Star. I drove up early in the morning to Alor Star airport to collect my shipping stuffs. It was supposed to be collected by 10am but once I arrived there, it was told that the collection hour had been postponed to 3pm. Luckily I dragged Majiah along so I had a good company with me for that long hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Dec:&lt;/span&gt; Went out with my parents after Subuh for breakfast, had a look at my dad's new project, went back to visit my sick grandfather, went to Majiah's house for kenduri cukur rambut baby baru kakak dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 Dec:&lt;/span&gt; Family day. Brothers, cousins and everybody came back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Dec:&lt;/span&gt; Baked cake and cookies for raya. Went back to kampung to accompany grandpa and grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Dec:&lt;/span&gt; RAYA!!!&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/5921082571283242324-4640186343572830267?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/4640186343572830267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=4640186343572830267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4640186343572830267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4640186343572830267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/malaysia-update.html' title='malaysia update'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-1293289626081268972</id><published>2008-12-07T02:00:00.020+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:56:40.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie: Last Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I arrived Brisbane on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday (22nd Nov) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;from the trip. I slept quite late as after Kak Ayu, Luqman, Ali and Chrstoph went back, I had to clean up my room. Owh yea, when I was away for the trip my rented house in Brisbane got flooded!!! Luckily my room is higher compared to the others, therefore the things weren't really affected. Thanks to my housemates for saving up some of my stuffs =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Hey take note that my face that time was bronze in colour. Ooopppsss... not bronze but close to black. haha. I was burnt for spending too much time on beaches and island!!! So please please please ignore my ugly face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday (23rd Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired that I just stayed at home. However I went to swim at the Street Beach Southbank with my housemates in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday (24th Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Sue and Ayie looking for souvenirs. Back at home by evening and final packing up for the shipping stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday (25th Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed the shipping stuffs with the company. They came to collect the boxes. Had lunch with Luqman and went out for a walk. Eh... I walked but Luqman skated. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday (26th Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for shopping with Sufi at Indooroopilly. Had dinner with Tiffanie and Luqman at Luqman's house. Siap sempat main bunga api lg kt sana. Before balik kitorang singgah Mount Cootha makan ice cream Tiff blanje. It was a freezing night after rain and foggy too! We couldn't see the road while drove up climbing the mountain. Luckily nothing bad happened. Amin =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqxDD5zkdI/AAAAAAAAAow/ghfj0lUwWeE/s1600-h/IMG_8348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqxDD5zkdI/AAAAAAAAAow/ghfj0lUwWeE/s200/IMG_8348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276724579563442642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff and I at Luqman's house. Waiting for the dinner to ready. Chicken tandoori with vegetables salad were yummy!!! I didn't manage to snap photos of the food because we were too hungry =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqw-qzGw9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/__xqmHPU4Ec/s1600-h/IMG_8366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqw-qzGw9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/__xqmHPU4Ec/s200/IMG_8366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276724504104977362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't raya okay but Luqman was just being chicky to celebrate my farewell ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqw2dMH_4I/AAAAAAAAAog/uvh9SubbTn4/s1600-h/IMG_8397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqw2dMH_4I/AAAAAAAAAog/uvh9SubbTn4/s200/IMG_8397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276724363012865922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Mount Cootha's outlook. At first we couldn't see anyhing for the hill was too foggy! But after a while we could see the city before it got foggy again. It was a rainy day so the climate got affected especially the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday (27th Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to the city with Sufi. Souvenirs hunting while cam-whoring =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqwx8ZtSsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/O4VhqUEujsM/s1600-h/IMG_8431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqwx8ZtSsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/O4VhqUEujsM/s200/IMG_8431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276724285491989186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owh I bumped into Yuni my Taiwanese friend and got to say my last goodbye to her =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday (28th Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for a movie (Australia) with Sufi, Awan and Aim. We went to The Regeant (a classic cinema in the heart of Brisbane city). After that we had dinner with Justus. He treated us luxurious Chinese cuisines. yummy! Then we had our last night in the city with the giant Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqwhSTbm5I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Am1AYzv4E80/s1600-h/IMG_8443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqwhSTbm5I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Am1AYzv4E80/s200/IMG_8443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276723999313468306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the stairs to heaven yea. It's "The Regeant", the cinema that I went to for my last movie in Australia. How significant it was, we watched "Australia" before we left the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqwZSY4oTI/AAAAAAAAAoI/rYu0PSOAol8/s1600-h/IMG_8462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqwZSY4oTI/AAAAAAAAAoI/rYu0PSOAol8/s200/IMG_8462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276723861897388338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a big dinner that night and it was all thanks to Justus! We had shark fin soup,  chilli crabs, prawn in bird's nest, fish in chilli soup, and few more meals for non-muslims which we didn't eat, and fried ice cream for dessert. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqwNzz6y9I/AAAAAAAAAoA/_8f13kSQP_U/s1600-h/IMG_8475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqwNzz6y9I/AAAAAAAAAoA/_8f13kSQP_U/s200/IMG_8475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276723664710716370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a stroll in the city with Sue and Awan. It was a grand light opening for the giant Christmas tree that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqwHJKDujI/AAAAAAAAAn4/75aH02eVktw/s1600-h/IMG_8495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqwHJKDujI/AAAAAAAAAn4/75aH02eVktw/s200/IMG_8495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276723550181636658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucky me that I bumped into Rina and War, so we managed to bid our last goodbye. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday (29th Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Brisbane market with Luqman and his brother Hakim early in the morning. Had lunch at the riverside and off for a bush walk. Went to Badak's Farewell Party in St. Lucia. Off to Story Bridge for a photo session.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqv5xhqxMI/AAAAAAAAAnw/cnzCbTtixwQ/s1600-h/IMG_8568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqv5xhqxMI/AAAAAAAAAnw/cnzCbTtixwQ/s200/IMG_8568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276723320499913922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqv03yet0I/AAAAAAAAAno/hsSO8DInzYA/s1600-h/IMG_8582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqv03yet0I/AAAAAAAAAno/hsSO8DInzYA/s200/IMG_8582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276723236281694018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday (30th Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early and had the last family picnic at Southbank with my dearest housemates. Went for a lunch with Tiffanie and her boyfriend Dan. Ouch.... it was so hard to say goodbye. Tiff cried while she hugged me and so did I... I left her with a card and she left me with a card too and also a cute pink fragrance teddy bear. Sweet!!! But still, seperation was the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back and did the last check on my luggage and off to the airport. I don't know how to write down my feeling that time but I can't agree more in saying that, sometimes I feel it's better not to know good people so that it will never be hard to say goodbye. However, I'm glad that I know all those good people and they definitely will always be treasured. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqvw_fzNsI/AAAAAAAAAng/Z5rVoL1N8jk/s1600-h/IMG_8597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqvw_fzNsI/AAAAAAAAAng/Z5rVoL1N8jk/s200/IMG_8597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276723169631352514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff and Dan had to finish up 3 meals because the prawn noodles that I ordered had porks in it which I couldn't eat. So they had to eat it up. Dan's face turned red because he was so full but not Tiff. You girl, you really are a good eater don't you? Chaiyok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqvpLr6UbI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ropzkmShPDw/s1600-h/IMG_8604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqvpLr6UbI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ropzkmShPDw/s200/IMG_8604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276723035464421810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We missed Zaim in this photo. Ida, Jan, Sue, Acan, K.A., Zaim and I had a lot of beautiful memories together in Australia. K.A., Acan!!! I'll be waiting for you guys to arrive Malaysia next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqvjpA-6OI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/zTFC_hXMwcg/s1600-h/IMG_8613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqvjpA-6OI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/zTFC_hXMwcg/s200/IMG_8613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276722940258216162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my girlfriends and our lovely lecturer, co-ordinator, and mother, Jo Carr. It was sad to leave this wonderful loving lady... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqvbRIpX-I/AAAAAAAAAnI/LkIyrikdXe0/s1600-h/IMG_8632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqvbRIpX-I/AAAAAAAAAnI/LkIyrikdXe0/s200/IMG_8632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276722796408954850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arrived Malaysia very very early in the morning. With Alan, Putri, Iqa and Jannah before everybody walk their own way home.&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/5921082571283242324-1293289626081268972?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/1293289626081268972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=1293289626081268972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1293289626081268972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/1293289626081268972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/aussie-last-week.html' title='Aussie: Last Week'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqxDD5zkdI/AAAAAAAAAow/ghfj0lUwWeE/s72-c/IMG_8348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-973128622792860392</id><published>2008-12-05T22:29:00.029+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:56:32.913+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie: last trip (sunshine coast)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last trip that I had before leaving Australia for good was one of the best trips that I've ever had in my life. It was a trip where people from different origin and culture made up a good team who explored the beauty of Sunshine Coast with respect, trust, patience and appreciation. Why did I say so? Because I went for the trip with people that I never knew. I knew Luqman and Ayu but not Ali and Christoph until I met them on the first day. However the 5 of us had really had good time together and created beautiful memories which we'll never forget. The trip has been so meaningful to me as apart from witnessing the beauty of Australia, I had also learned abundance of life long lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are some of the photos which were taken during the trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;FIRST DAY: Noosa Head, Noosa Junction, Noosa Ville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STnxMOBCV1I/AAAAAAAAAko/FnAlR2FEuhk/s1600-h/IMG_7784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STnxMOBCV1I/AAAAAAAAAko/FnAlR2FEuhk/s200/IMG_7784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276513630664415058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did my shopping at the Noosa Head with Kak Ayu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqCDUHxaKI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SM9P_D18pFc/s1600-h/IMG_7808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqCDUHxaKI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SM9P_D18pFc/s200/IMG_7808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276672906870483106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After our first dinner, we had a group meeting to organize our trip. Maps and brochures were all over the table which guided our journey for the whole one week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SECOND DAY: Sunshine Beach, Perigian Beach, Maroochydore, Mooloolaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STnytePvYUI/AAAAAAAAAk4/pCZu07nGdMw/s1600-h/IMG_7836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STnytePvYUI/AAAAAAAAAk4/pCZu07nGdMw/s200/IMG_7836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276515301468365122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STny6zNTACI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Mc7EfVeBkeA/s1600-h/IMG_7874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STny6zNTACI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Mc7EfVeBkeA/s200/IMG_7874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276515530433560610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THIRD DAY: Tewantin, Kin Kin, Tin Can Bay, Harvey Bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqBtUn5eBI/AAAAAAAAAlY/EmkTAxKKYFE/s1600-h/PB180218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqBtUn5eBI/AAAAAAAAAlY/EmkTAxKKYFE/s200/PB180218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276672529048107026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We continued our journey and drove up to Harvey Bay as we had been scheduled for a briefing before we could go to Fraser Island. We followed the longer road showed by the navigator and got lost in the muddy road of National Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqBjgXHfgI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/c_wcTTuS6nc/s1600-h/IMG_7953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqBjgXHfgI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/c_wcTTuS6nc/s200/IMG_7953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276672360400256514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We found a dead kangaroo on the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;FOURTH &amp;amp; FIFTH DAY: Fraser Island (Lake Mackenzie, Lake Wabby, Happy Valley, Eli Creek, Maheno Wreck, Indian Head, Lake Boomanjin, Lake Birrabeen &amp;amp; Lake Benaroon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most lovely moment that I had during the trip was when I was on the Fraser Island. If I were to write all the attractions that they have on the island, it might consume half of this page. Therefore, enough say, Fraser Island is one of the world's heritages which there are so many things that make you amaze, and the only word that I reckon will never fail slipping out from your mouth is... "beautiful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STnw_Tt5jcI/AAAAAAAAAkg/oc2OesGEcig/s1600-h/P1010461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STnw_Tt5jcI/AAAAAAAAAkg/oc2OesGEcig/s200/P1010461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276513408856460738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SUIZO5B8RWI/AAAAAAAAAp4/1DeaoHUjMXU/s1600-h/IMG_8131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SUIZO5B8RWI/AAAAAAAAAp4/1DeaoHUjMXU/s200/IMG_8131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278809456849470818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqD5zv5ycI/AAAAAAAAAmA/YjrSFC1auf4/s1600-h/IMG_8068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqD5zv5ycI/AAAAAAAAAmA/YjrSFC1auf4/s200/IMG_8068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276674942584867266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqEMRCa-RI/AAAAAAAAAmY/chkAp_QvN0U/s1600-h/IMG_8176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqEMRCa-RI/AAAAAAAAAmY/chkAp_QvN0U/s200/IMG_8176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276675259684813074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqERXilrKI/AAAAAAAAAmg/-mZUuuqfr-o/s1600-h/IMG_8191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqERXilrKI/AAAAAAAAAmg/-mZUuuqfr-o/s200/IMG_8191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276675347329690786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqD0MED_8I/AAAAAAAAAl4/AN1KeO0SErw/s1600-h/IMG_8024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqD0MED_8I/AAAAAAAAAl4/AN1KeO0SErw/s200/IMG_8024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276674846032658370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqEBoRA3iI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ZSgtdRNNARM/s1600-h/IMG_8164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqEBoRA3iI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ZSgtdRNNARM/s200/IMG_8164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276675076941471266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqEGlUxdpI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/HsO9D2WfupI/s1600-h/IMG_8170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqEGlUxdpI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/HsO9D2WfupI/s200/IMG_8170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276675162051278482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SIXTH DAY: Agnes Water. (1770 and Joseph Banks Conservation Park).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqEY2M0GNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/UF9HOWplTGo/s1600-h/IMG_8239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqEY2M0GNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/UF9HOWplTGo/s200/IMG_8239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276675475818944722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SEVENTH DAY: Bundaberg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqEiPiUiWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lzjH1WPtYIE/s1600-h/IMG_8312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STqEiPiUiWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lzjH1WPtYIE/s200/IMG_8312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276675637238860130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The trip ended well and all of us had so much fun!&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/5921082571283242324-973128622792860392?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/973128622792860392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=973128622792860392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/973128622792860392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/973128622792860392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/aussie-last-trip-sunshine-coast.html' title='Aussie: last trip (sunshine coast)'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/STnxMOBCV1I/AAAAAAAAAko/FnAlR2FEuhk/s72-c/IMG_7784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-2633686192254366504</id><published>2008-12-05T21:17:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:56:23.665+10:00</updated><title type='text'>malaysia: home sweet home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Welcome back to me after leaving this page for quite a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As been promised, I'm back on track after 5 days of my arrival in Malaysia. Life has been so hectic with abundance of beautiful events taking place. I arrived Malaysia on the 1st of December 2008, realizing the fact that this time, I flew back for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tough step to be taken leaving all the people that I love. Realizing that it might be hard for me to land myself again in that kangaroo land, I spent good quality time towards the end of my stay there rather than just staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November was the month where I felt that time is just too limited for me to learn and explore this boundless world. It was the month that I found new different people who are unique in their own way. And it was also the month that I realized about so many things and had impacted me thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, despite regretting the limited time that I had within that one last month, I cherished everything and everyone there, whereby I spent less time in sleeping, none in virtual, and less time at home. i mean my rented room in Brisbane LOL. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many things to be told but not everything that should be known. For that, I'll post up few more entries to take a glance on what I've been doing within these months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-2633686192254366504?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/2633686192254366504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=2633686192254366504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2633686192254366504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2633686192254366504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/12/malaysia-home-sweet-home.html' title='malaysia: home sweet home'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-2339883899202643715</id><published>2008-11-25T19:16:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:56:17.259+10:00</updated><title type='text'>abandonment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hye all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it seems like I've been ditching my blog for I have not been updating regularly as how I used to before. &lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm giving up blogging, but I'm really in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUSY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the trip I was busy packing up my stuffs and cleared everything concerning my studies and accommodation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was away for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I'm back I'm busy with shipping stuffs, clearing up stuffs, and most importantly, I'm busy spending my last moment here in Brissy. Honestly, I'm trying to spend my time as best as I could so that I won't regret of not doing something when I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is a lot of things which I want to share, especially about what I'd experienced and learnt during the trip, but I really think that spending time in front of laptop in this very last moment really is a waste. So by the mean time, I'll be abandoning my blog for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll definitely make a come back right after I'm settled down in Malaysia. Still, I'm not sure when as after my arrival in Malaysia, I'll be busy picking up my shipping stuffs and meeting up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, adios muchocos ;p&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/5921082571283242324-2339883899202643715?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/2339883899202643715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=2339883899202643715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2339883899202643715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2339883899202643715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/11/abandonment.html' title='abandonment'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-7491389482728319285</id><published>2008-11-23T08:13:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:56:10.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'>hello again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank to God that I can now saying hello again in here. I'm sorry for my long lost. I know that it has been ages (2 weeks) that I last updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was away for a long trip which I'd mentioned in my previous entry. It was a tough decision for me to make up my mind whether to go or not to go as I was burdened with couple of issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now after the trip has ended, I'm really glad that I joined the trip as it has marked the most beautiful moments and experience that I've ever had so far in my life.&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/5921082571283242324-7491389482728319285?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/7491389482728319285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=7491389482728319285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7491389482728319285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/7491389482728319285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-again.html' title='hello again'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-4082770627866978617</id><published>2008-11-12T09:36:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:56:01.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Duchess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I went out for a movie with Tiffanie and our choice was "The Duchess". Personally, I love watching western classic historical movie as the language is always beautifully expressed and the dresses are definitely pleasant to be looked at. Not to mention the stylish lifestyle of the aristocrats and culture that they held to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Duchess" has been beautifully crafted by the team workers as I grade it as AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly cried towards the end of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of the classic historical movies of England's aristocrat, breeding the male heir had always been the issue. (Similar to "The Other Boleyn Girl").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story started with a beautiful playful young Georgiana being proposed by William, the Duke of Devonshire. She accepted the hand of marriage as she was so much blinded by the status, glamour and love that she had towards William whom she hardly knew. Without ever in her mind that time, thought of actually reaching an ultimate lonely life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Duchess means that you are to mother a male heir to the Duke. Your failure of doing so is the ticket of turning your life into a hell. As for Georgiana who failed to breed a male heir to William, she had never been treated as a lover but more to just an object of producing children. Despite being living with respect from people around her and being the idol to most of the women in that century, Georgiana was actually leading a painful lonely minutes as she was still searching for her true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what does it mean when the one that you love only happen to appear when you're married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgiana who at the earliest stage of marriage promised of breeding a male heir and loyalty to her husband, never in her decent mind had the slightest thought of having an affair with the one who she fell in love with. Not until she found out her husband was having an affair with her own bestfriend, Lady Bess whom she herself brought into the house. That was when she made a deal with her husband where she'll give all her blessing to the affair and at the same time she will also have the same chance of being on bed with her loved one, Earl Grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duke William who had never in his life had someone making a deal on him, was totally on fire and he raped her own wife which had finally bred a boy. As I said earlier, giving a daughter means hell and giving a son means heaven. So did Georgiana's life that turned into a heaven as right after she delivered Young William, she was allowed to build a union with Grey. But it wasn't forever as divorce had never existed between Duke and Duchess. Her life once again turned into a hell and she had to withdrawn from her love by being separated with Grey and the daughter of theirs. It was the most intense part to me as I had nearly shed my tears feeling how awful it must be to be separated with our own child. huuuuuu. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and watch it if you haven't as it worth you million of lessons. =)&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/5921082571283242324-4082770627866978617?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/4082770627866978617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=4082770627866978617&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4082770627866978617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4082770627866978617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/11/duchess.html' title='The Duchess'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-2509111095558887258</id><published>2008-11-12T00:28:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:55:55.571+10:00</updated><title type='text'>should i go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hurmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been thinking about the road trip which I'd mentioned previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've canceled it before as d initial plan stated that the trip gonna take me for 10days and it gonna cost me quite a fortune. But Luqman and Ayu had negotiated between them to cut down the days and cost and now it comes down to a week trip with a more reasonable price. Ayu texted me to tag along and promised that it gonna be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds cool as everything has already been planned. According to Ayu, they would like to cover as most as possible of the Queensland coastal area. They'll be heading to Noosa, Harvey Bay, Fraser Island, Agnes Water and Yeppoon/The Great Keppel Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurmmm.. should I go? I'm leaving Australia very2 soon and I don't know when will I be here again.&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/5921082571283242324-2509111095558887258?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/2509111095558887258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=2509111095558887258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2509111095558887258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/2509111095558887258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/11/should-i-go.html' title='should i go?'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-166600913630185779</id><published>2008-11-11T22:43:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:54:57.914+10:00</updated><title type='text'>greatest apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blogger who before this has never realized that there're quite few eyes have been witnessing her writing is now handing a phrase... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i'm sorry for unconscious mind of posting up d previous entry".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who had bumped to read it, and saw the improper photo, i hope u forgive me for went over the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never before this noticed that there are those who aren't my close friends reading this blog for i thought that they were only buddies who were/are willing to peep into my world. But now i understand, there are more other than friends who are silently reading this blog. Despite doubting the intention of those anonymous outsiders and indeliberately being mad upon being advised, i hereby rather say that i'm sorry and thank u for waking me up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever the reasons are, i am still the one that i was before and nothing has ever won the triumph of changing me into someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm to carried away with my hiatus life which i myself fail to have even the slightest reflection of what should i do and what should i not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, i'm sorry.&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/5921082571283242324-166600913630185779?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/166600913630185779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=166600913630185779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/166600913630185779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/166600913630185779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/11/greatest-apology.html' title='greatest apology'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-4804760947858356284</id><published>2008-11-09T21:35:00.017+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:52:28.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'>day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like i mentioned yesterday, i wanted to go out for shopping but i was so lazy to move my arse. But today i wasn't as lazy as yesterday as i had more company. hehe. I went out to DFO Jindalee (i haven't been there before this). Since my girlfriends were in d same ship as me of haven't been there, so i asked them to tag along. Luqman said that i could bring my friends and i knew that Sue and Jan love shopping so there we were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sue and I thought that we were late because the bus to Mt.Ommaney was scheduled at 10.50am in Queens St but we were still on the bus from Westend when it was 10.45am. Sebab takut lambat so kitorang lari la cam orang gile kt Queens St tu. before that aku called Jan suruh pegi tengok bus dulu sebab die dah sampai. i texted her and i called her saying clearly that it's bus 460, tapi nak tau ape jadi? elok aku n Sue sampai je kt bus stop, Jan leh cakap die dah mintak driver tu tunggu tapi x sempat jugak. aku tanya la bus ape? bukan 460 due tak sampai lagi ke sebab aku tengok kat screen lg 6 minutes baru bus 460 nak sampai. Jan cakap die tadi suruh bus driver 450 yg tunggu. i was like? uik? 450? bukan 460 ke? aku lak blur time tu. check2 balik rupa2nya Jan silap dengar, and kitorang tak terlepas bus pun. haha. poyoyos =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbNItW-tvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KIINIqDWyuo/s1600-h/IMG_7566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbNItW-tvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KIINIqDWyuo/s200/IMG_7566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266622363755001586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sampai Mt.Ommaney, Luqman jemput kat bus stop and g umah die jap. main kucing Luqman yang dah kne potong bulu =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kat DFO hampeh okesssssssss. aku tak shopping pun. sume kedai aku masuk tapi takde satu pun aku suke. seyes tak cantik. Luqman lak dah ngantuk2 tunggu wanita2 bershopping. cehhh. amat lelaki la kunun tak suke shopping. sebab aku pun sentap tak jumpe baju best, aku tunggu la Jan n Sue shopping. jumpe2 je, amboiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. makcik2 tu shopping bagai tiada hari esok okay. knpius kejap aku, bukan aku ke yg semangat nak shopping? tapi last2 diorang lak yang shopping. haha. takpe takpe tunggu esok aku g shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbND_1Dy1I/AAAAAAAAAjI/HSIjBj_hjx4/s1600-h/IMG_7570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbND_1Dy1I/AAAAAAAAAjI/HSIjBj_hjx4/s200/IMG_7570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266622282813655890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then Luqman bawak kitorang g makan kat... hurm tah aku tak ingt nama pe tah tempat tu tapi kat suburb la. haa that's Luqman. bukan Osama aaaaaa. die mix malay n omputih tapi tah nape jadi cam arab sesat. erkkkk. ni kalau Luqman tau aku cakap camni mati aku =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbM-9VdYbI/AAAAAAAAAjA/7clWdDIptjs/s1600-h/IMG_7572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbM-9VdYbI/AAAAAAAAAjA/7clWdDIptjs/s200/IMG_7572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266622196244898226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sebab semalam Luqman ajak aku pergi Mt. Cootha, so pegi laaa. tapi sebab Mt. Cootha dah pegi so kitorang g Botanical Garden yang kat Planetarium. gambar di atas; bersama mak datin2 yang dah penat bershopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbM56qQFfI/AAAAAAAAAi4/atM2HN64Ad4/s1600-h/IMG_7581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbM56qQFfI/AAAAAAAAAi4/atM2HN64Ad4/s200/IMG_7581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266622109627454962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Planetarium tu was sooooooooo damn boring with only pictures of planets n stars. tapi ada la sorang astronaut sesat. so aku tumpang glamer amik gmbr jap =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbMhBYtwlI/AAAAAAAAAio/OjEWfvG05jI/s1600-h/IMG_7589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbMhBYtwlI/AAAAAAAAAio/OjEWfvG05jI/s200/IMG_7589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266621681936220754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sambil jalan2 kat park, aku nampak dandelion. aku kan terpengaruh giler ngn cite Doraemon part yg Nobita n Sizuka sumer duk main2 tiup dandelion. So, time2 tu jugak aku teruja. Apa lagi, gunakan sepenuh tenaga meniup dandelion. Mari!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbMavOrzCI/AAAAAAAAAig/BbX81UcUBeI/s1600-h/IMG_7598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbMavOrzCI/AAAAAAAAAig/BbX81UcUBeI/s200/IMG_7598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266621573983095842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kat dalam green house, para scientists berkolaborasi membuat kajian. Sue dengan gigih meneropong ikan di dalam kolam sambil di arah oleh Luqman dan di bantuin oleh Jan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbMTkCKIEI/AAAAAAAAAiY/FTae3lLcqNY/s1600-h/IMG_7603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbMTkCKIEI/AAAAAAAAAiY/FTae3lLcqNY/s200/IMG_7603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266621450718683202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scientist terkemuka, Sufyana, telah menjumpai species pokok pisang berbuah lipan. tu buah bentuk lipan yang kuar dari pokok pisang tu. bangga aku dengan hasil penemuan Sue. haha =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbMNO5uP-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/OuzI7MLhGDs/s1600-h/IMG_7614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbMNO5uP-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/OuzI7MLhGDs/s200/IMG_7614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266621341966942178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scientist Sufyana sekali lagi menemui rare species, iaitu pokok gergasi. Luqman terkebil2 je tolong snap gambar ni dengan pertanyaan dalam otak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"apsal la pompuan2 ni nak amik gambar dengan pokok nak mati ni???".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbMGcEzaoI/AAAAAAAAAiI/TIZXEKBgvWA/s1600-h/IMG_7616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbMGcEzaoI/AAAAAAAAAiI/TIZXEKBgvWA/s200/IMG_7616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266621225243994754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sambil jalan, sempat lagi Sue n Jan jadi director untuk cover album aku. penyanyi undangan pun terselit jugak masuk selaku accessory tambahan.hehehe =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbMATJz5wI/AAAAAAAAAiA/NJuEWPAnBgs/s1600-h/IMG_7622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbMATJz5wI/AAAAAAAAAiA/NJuEWPAnBgs/s200/IMG_7622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266621119769863938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para scientists penat membuat kajian lalu berenti berehat seketika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbL14a37SI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZpChj-9wCZk/s1600-h/IMG_7625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbL14a37SI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZpChj-9wCZk/s200/IMG_7625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266620940794981666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para scientist menjalankan sesi mengumpat maka Luqman surrender trus tido. tutup telinga malas layan. haha =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbLVECd70I/AAAAAAAAAhw/rYdDtQJvOQ8/s1600-h/IMG_7630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbLVECd70I/AAAAAAAAAhw/rYdDtQJvOQ8/s200/IMG_7630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266620376978157378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sebelum meneruskan perjalanan, sempat okay amik gambar celah bunga. wajib!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbLPGeP76I/AAAAAAAAAho/hOJ26ZO636U/s1600-h/IMG_7635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbLPGeP76I/AAAAAAAAAho/hOJ26ZO636U/s200/IMG_7635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266620274552336290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sambil duk meneroka jalan pulang, scientist Sufyana sekali lagi menemui kejadian alam yang unik, iaitu ada tahi terlekat dekat baju aku. shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sentap aku. tahi itik ke ibis ke aku tatau. disebabkan Luqman tak kasi naik kete die kalau tak cuci, so pegi la cuci. disebabkan aku kotor, maka dihalau balik. hehe. takdela dihalau pun =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;apa2 pun, i had a good day eventho i didn't manage to do my shopping. but spending time with friends has always been a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;XOXO =)&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/5921082571283242324-4804760947858356284?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/4804760947858356284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=4804760947858356284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4804760947858356284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4804760947858356284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-out.html' title='day out'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbNItW-tvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KIINIqDWyuo/s72-c/IMG_7566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-4180698970687323201</id><published>2008-11-09T20:41:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:52:18.378+10:00</updated><title type='text'>last moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To celebrate our freedom of submitting the last assignment, we went out for bowling. BUT, as usual i didn't play because i hate sport. Though it's indoor. hehe =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbEss7tq8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/SBlmucMGQIU/s1600-h/IMG_7519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbEss7tq8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/SBlmucMGQIU/s200/IMG_7519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266613086511279042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pergi minum, sorak2 n cam-whoring adalah wajib. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbEk3oyHvI/AAAAAAAAAhY/RwxJnzMyTNg/s1600-h/IMG_7529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbEk3oyHvI/AAAAAAAAAhY/RwxJnzMyTNg/s200/IMG_7529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266612951945715442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went there with Sue, Awan, Akran, Ayie, Alan, Didie n Zaera. It was a pleasant night and i'd really enjoyed it. Terima kasih daun keladi yea =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then i spent most of my days at home. There was a day i went out to stock up my groceries. There was some days which i allocated as my cooking days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbEb-rQtuI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/orDifO0qyug/s1600-h/IMG_7552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbEb-rQtuI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/orDifO0qyug/s200/IMG_7552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266612799216334562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some of the meals; tomyam noodles, potato beef currypuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were days which i spent with my friends. There was a day i went out with Izyan hunting for souvenirs. But i didn't buy any as i'd bought them last year. And there was a day i went out for movie with my dear girlfriend Sufi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbEQaJSj1I/AAAAAAAAAhA/Lb73e0-O9EY/s1600-h/IMG_7561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbEQaJSj1I/AAAAAAAAAhA/Lb73e0-O9EY/s200/IMG_7561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266612600431611730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku rasa cam aku nampak gemuk dalam gambar ni. eeeeiii. tak suka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as for today, i'll post up the photos in the next entry. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921082571283242324-4180698970687323201?l=fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/feeds/4180698970687323201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921082571283242324&amp;postID=4180698970687323201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4180698970687323201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921082571283242324/posts/default/4180698970687323201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fathiahzulkafli.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-moment.html' title='last moment'/><author><name>fathiah zulkafli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135373119607738440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SReMWygEz5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/8lfbEPsBeVk/S220/IMG_7630.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUloQKCtdWs/SRbEss7tq8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/SBlmucMGQIU/s72-c/IMG_7519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921082571283242324.post-6888131552951829334</id><published>2008-11-08T19:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:52:09.225+10:00</updated><title type='text'>DYING BREED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i woke up this morning with the tense of going out for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to go out and buy good tops, dresses and perfumes but i was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo damn lazy to move my SSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i knew Sufi had woken up i went bugging on her and talking like there was no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she came up with an idea of watching movie so i said yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the nearest cinema i
