<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;C0YASXs4eip7ImA9WhRSEko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209</id><updated>2011-11-14T19:45:48.532+08:00</updated><category term='F'/><category term='.'/><title>Primadona Awesome</title><subtitle type='html'>Fear can hold you prisoner, hope can set you free.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>274</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QNQ3o8eip7ImA9WhRTFE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-4001529125959813564</id><published>2011-10-11T04:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T20:23:12.472+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-11-04T20:23:12.472+08:00</app:edited><title>Pre - Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Graduation is only a concept. In real life every day you graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Graduation is a process that goes on until the last day of your life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you can grasp that, you’ll make a difference.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- by Arie Pencovici via Puan Norazian Abdul Aziz. -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I still remember the first time I came to that college . Kinda hate it . But i manage to make it through 1 semester . Queit awfull for me to get through of it and being away from my family for the first time . But there is the time , we should be independent . Am I right ? But there is the time that i can't help to cry and there is the time that i can't help to laugh . I cherish every moment of it . Bitter or sweet , we should adapt it . Thanks for all the memories we share . One day we will meet again . Perhaps in Degree or maybe after that .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have a blast graduation people and sorry i can't make it to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt; graduation night . But i'll make sure we gonna meet up at convocation . Perhaps .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-4001529125959813564?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/4001529125959813564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=4001529125959813564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/4001529125959813564?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/4001529125959813564?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/10/pre-graduation.html' title='Pre - Graduation'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU8MQnwyeCp7ImA9WhdXGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-6345137517462199399</id><published>2011-09-01T04:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T04:51:23.290+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-01T04:51:23.290+08:00</app:edited><title>sekolah two point zero</title><content type='html'>Supposely time raya , i&amp;nbsp; should write a story about "my raya" but nahhhhhhhhhhh ! i found it too casual and bored when talk about the same . Betul tak ? my facebook , twitter , pingchat , whatsapp ! all about raya celebration . Rasa mual sudah talking about it . But not in the bad way okay ! *smile*&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay okay okay okay ! ini dah lari dari tajuk ni . Actually aku nak masuk tajuk raya ni sikit sikit je tapi dah macam menyimpang jauh pula . Okay ! Back to the "REAL" story . Raya ni buatkan aku tiba-tiba teringat zaman kanak-kanak aku . Zaman sekolah rendah aku . Aku tak pernah suka sekolah rendah aku . Bagi aku , itulah kenangan pahit aku . Started from that , I started to hate all the teachers . I find them is truly an evil people that i shoudn't be befriend with .&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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It all started when i came to that school with hope and happiness to enter it . Pada mulanya semuanya manis . Manis semanis kurma tueee . Alaaaa biasalah tahap satu mestilah best . Even nak jentik pun akan nangis kuat sampai satu sekolah dengar . Plus plus plus ! confirm confirm ada sesetengah parents yang still waiting for anak diorang lagi dekat depan kelas kan ? kan ? kan ? So, it was okay at first . I manage to survive literallly . Good grade , good classes , good class teacher , good friends and okay . It was totally okay at first .&lt;br /&gt;
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Then , it all come down to tahap dua . Morning session , new class teacher , new environment , new friends . Erghhh ! at first , i manage to doing well to get through all of it . standard 4 I still manage to keep all my good grades . Okaylah sampai kena panggil pergi ambil anugerah dekat guru besar masa perhimpunan tu kira terhebatlah masa sekolah rendah dulu .&lt;br /&gt;
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But when it comes to standard 4 and five , my grades getting more more poor . Aku pelik juga masa tu kenapa aku macam tu . Aku malas dah datang sekolah sebab takut . Aku takut nak berkawan sebab aku rasa semua orang pandang aku . Aku rasa diri aku buruk sangat di mata semua orang . It was all the feeling i have !&lt;br /&gt;
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Semuanya di sebabkan oleh guru-guru yang aku benci . Dulu aku suka sangat dengar muzik . Alaaa normal lah tu budak budak bila dengar muzik sedap ke, tak sedap ke , diam terus . Even baby letak depan TV bagi dengar azan pun diam kan ? Samalah macam budak sekolah rendah . Dulu dekat sekolah aku ada pasukan pancaragam . Aku memang mula masuk sekolah tu , aku memang dah aim nak masuk pasukan pancaragam tu . Lebih lebih lagi bila kakak aku pun dulu bekas ahli pancaragam sekolah tu juga so, aku selalulah tengok diam main "trumpet" . Aku suka sangat by that time lah .&lt;br /&gt;
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Nak dijadikan cerita , I register my application for pancaragam . And i got in . Masa tu , tak banyak orang nak masuk kelab tu sebab takutkan cikgu dia. Nama cikgu tu aku masih ingat lagi sampai sekarang , cikgu affendi . Even ejaan dia pun aku ingat lagi sebab aku pun takut dekat cikgu ni juga . Mana taknya , tanyalah siapa pun budak budak sekolah aku dulu , tak ada siapa yang tak kenal dia .&lt;br /&gt;
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Masa aku mula mula masuk kelab tu , aku macam freshie lagi so, tak diberikan alatan muzik lagi . Aku kena tolong benda benda remeh je macam bersihkan bilik muzik and etc . Then , dah lama tu , dia started ambil pemuzik untuk diserapkan dalam pancaragam tu . Aku mula dengan bermain trumpet . Aku berharap sangat dapat main trumpet sebab aku rasa bangga gila bila main trumpet tue . Yelaaaaaaa masa kecik kecik dulu , semua budak lelaki sekolah kau pandang minah minah trumpet je . Minah minah lain tak nak pandang . So, kira trend lah masa aku tu . *smile*&lt;br /&gt;
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Tapi sayangnya percubaan pertama aku gagal . Aku tak dapat mainkan trumpet tu dengan sedap so, dia bagi aku chances untuk main alatan lain . So, aku try lah flute and i make it . So, macam tu lah . Aku hanya dapat main flute je . Tapi masa tu tak fikir pun apa apa . Asalkan dapat main . So, we started practicing all the things . Tak pernah miss langsung practice dia .Even nak terlewat pun takut ouhhhh .&lt;br /&gt;
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Tapi one day , aku tersilap langkah . Aku terlewat untuk practice dia . Tapi bukan terlewat sebab datang lambat tapi sebab tak jumpa or tak nampak pasukan aku practice dekat mana sebab mereka tersorok oleh bangunan baru dekat belakang sekolah aku . So, bila aku dah terjumpa , aku dgn beraninya , pergi juga . Then , cikgu tu started asking me why i'm late and the stuff dengan muka mara macam nak makan aku . Mata pula tak nak jegilnya . Memang scary gila . Aku pun beranikan diri juga untuk bercakap sebab aku and i tell the true but i came worst when he started raising his voice at me and shout at me to go way . And aku pun macam bodoh pergi jelah . Sia sia je aku datang hari tu tapi aku diam jelah .&lt;br /&gt;
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Itu baru sekali . Aku tak tahu kenapa cikgu tu benci sangat dengan aku kenapa . Macam muka aku ni ada tulis "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SILALAH BENCI AKU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" . kan ? kan ? it was like that when i'm in secondary school . Nak dijadikan kisah yang membuatkan aku tambah benci cikgu tu , masa tu hari kemerdekaan tak silap aku lah if i'm not mistaken . So, as usual mestilah ada sambutan kemerdekaan dekat sekolah kan ? So , sekolah aku buatlah sambutan tu . And masa tu aku dengan rakan rakan aku yang lain tengah duduk baca buku kejap dekat belakang bangunan sebelah je dekat tempat perhimpunan . Masa tu pun , ada persembahan apa entah aku tak berapa nak recall balik . So, aku dengan member aku yang lain macam malas nak tengok so, we started open the books and sitting at there . Then , suddenly datanglah cikgu affendi ni dengan seorang lagi cikgu lelaki juga bestfriend di katanya dekat sekolah tu . Dahlah ustaz . Tapi bagi aku dia tak layak digelar begitu . Masyallahhhhhh .&lt;br /&gt;
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Sedang kita orang elok je duduk situ then , tetiba diorang datang and cakap . "Weh ! ada umpan baru ni ! then , ustaz tu gelak ." Gelaknya bukannya gelak yang elok manis semua bagai tapi gelak yang betul betul buatkan korang rasa annoying gila and rasa macam nak baling je kerusi dekat dia if boleh . Kita orang diam je and started berdiri sebab nak greet them lah at first tapi lain pula yang jadinya .&lt;br /&gt;
Then , cikgu affendi tue started marah kita orang cakap ponteng then melepak sini buang masa semua bagai and nak report dekat parents kita orang lah .So , nampak macam teruk lah bagi kita kan by that age . So, kita orang tunduk je diam but they keep laughing . Then cikgu affendi tu started cakap " esok aku nak korang bagi dekat aku 100 copy tulisan tulis blablablabla " . Aku tak ingat apa yang dia suruh tulis tapi aku dapat lah ingat lagi berapa banyak yang dia suruh buat tu . Vain much kan ? kan ? kan ?&lt;br /&gt;
Aku dengan member aku pun terdiam je sampailah diorang berlalu pergi dengan nada ketawa yang masih menyakitkan hati lagi . Erghhh ! ( kenapa aku rasa ayat aku ni maca skema sikit hah ? ergh! ) *excited maybe*&lt;br /&gt;
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Esoknya aku tak pergi sekolah sebab takut . Sebab aku tak siap buat kerja tu pun . And the next day after that aku jadi macam seorang yg sangat phobia nak pergi sekolah . If aku datang pun , aku tak akan lekat lama di dalam kelas . Aku akan cuba cari aktiviti aku macam lepak dengan kawan kawan kelas aku yg lain dekat toilet or mana mana .&lt;br /&gt;
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Sampai sekarang benda tu masih segar dekat ingatan aku lagi . Aku tak kan lupa zaman sekolaah rendah aku dulu . Pahit sangat . Bagi aku benda yang boleh menambahkan kemanisan dalam persekolah aku ialah kawan kawan aku . Itulah yang bagi aku pedoman untuk aku pergi ke sekolah juga *smile*&lt;br /&gt;
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Mesti korang terfikir kan kenapa tak report je dekat parents sendiri bila berlaku macam nie kan ? By that time , korang tak akan berani untuk bersuara apa apa pun . Mcam korang telah disogok gula gula je untuk mendiamkan diri . Even korang cakap pun , mereka akan percaya tak ? Susah babe . If percaya pun , 50-50 . Yelahhh . cikgu adalah orang yang diberikan tanggungjawab untuk menjaga anak mereka selama 5-6 jam kan ? Even masa kita bersama guru guru lebih lama dari bersama ibu bapa kita tapi it turn out to be worst .&lt;br /&gt;
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Mugkin dulu masa zaman jahiliah dulu , if korang tanya cita cita aku nak jadi apa ? aku akan cakap nak jadi saintis , polis atau cikgu . Tapi bila zaman beredar , aku rasa jadi cikgulah menambahkan cita cita aku yang paling worst yang aku tak patut tulis dalam kad biodata diri aku masa di sekolah . Aku pernah kena ketuk dengan penumbuk tangan seorang cikgu yang badannya sangat besar secara tiba tiba sampai aku menangis tak henti henti di bilik air . Benda tu bagi aku menakutkan pada zaman kita kecil dahulu . Dag lah kita baru nak fahami dunia ini tetapi it turn out jadi macam disaster kan ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Oleh itu , aku nasihatkan kepada sesiapa yang bercita - cita nak jadi guru , jadilah seorang guru yang dihormati dengan ilmunya serta pengajarannya . Bukan dengan sikap dan perbuatannya . &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Untuk bakal imamku, bakal
pemaisuri hatimu ini mungkin seorang yang degil, ganas, kasar, manja, mengada,
dan sebagainya. bersabarlah. tabahlah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Andai aku adalah tulang
rusukmu yang telah hilang&lt;br /&gt;
Aku berharap&lt;br /&gt;
Jika nanti Allah mempertemukan kita&lt;br /&gt;
Kau akan selalu membimbingku&lt;br /&gt;
Agar aku menjadi wanita yang solehah&lt;br /&gt;
Yang nantinya akan menjadi bidadarimu di syurga&lt;br /&gt;
Kerana aku ingin kita akan disatukan di dunia dan akhirat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Andai kau ditakdirkan untuk menjadi ayah buat anakku&lt;br /&gt;
Jadilah ayah yang boleh mendidik anak kita&lt;br /&gt;
Agar mereka nanti menjadi anak kebanggaan buat kita di dunia dan akhirat&lt;br /&gt;
Iaitu anak yang soleh dan solehah&lt;br /&gt;
Yang boleh menjunjung tinggi Agama Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Andai engkau ditakdirkan
untukku&lt;br /&gt;
Ku harap kau boleh menjadi imam buatku dan anakku&lt;br /&gt;
Kau boleh menjadi pemimpin yang baik dalam rumah tangga kita&lt;br /&gt;
Kau boleh mencintai aku apa adanya&lt;br /&gt;
Dan boleh menyikapi kekuranganku dengan penuh kebijaksanaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dan andai aku salah&lt;br /&gt;
Tegurlah aku dengan kata-katamu yang penuh dengan kelembutan dan kebijaksanaan&lt;br /&gt;
Andai aku marah&lt;br /&gt;
Belailah rambutku dengan penuh kasih sayangmu&lt;br /&gt;
Agar marahku boleh berubah menjadi kelembutan&lt;br /&gt;
Andai aku lupa&lt;br /&gt;
Ingatkanlah aku dengan penuh kasih sayang&lt;br /&gt;
Agar nanti kau tetap menjadi suri tauladan bagiku dan anak kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kerana&lt;br /&gt;
Aku hanya mengharapkan imam yang baik dalam rumah tanggaku&lt;br /&gt;
Yang bisa selalu membawa aku ke jalan yang diredhaiNya&lt;br /&gt;
Jalan yang menuju syurgaNya bersama dirimu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Insya Allah. Amin Amin. Hanya ini mintaku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dan jika apa yang kupintakan untuk dijadikan bakal imamku sebaliknya , aku redha sebab aku tahu semua itu telah tertulis di luhmahfuz olehNya . Masyallah . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-4235311733957341744?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/4235311733957341744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=4235311733957341744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/4235311733957341744?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/4235311733957341744?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/09/bakal-imamku.html' title='Bakal imamku'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5O-bxJgZRQ/Tl6MoZuJRSI/AAAAAAAAAuI/lfdiNPqxoaA/s72-c/him+her.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkMHRno9fCp7ImA9WhdXFk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-7995725073616193698</id><published>2011-08-29T17:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:20:37.464+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-29T20:20:37.464+08:00</app:edited><title>Salam Lebaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Y7EfeOKazI/Tlt_LNTk4RI/AAAAAAAAAtc/hy1XolFqVo0/s1600/IMG_00743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Y7EfeOKazI/Tlt_LNTk4RI/AAAAAAAAAtc/hy1XolFqVo0/s320/IMG_00743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646246388366106898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assalamualikum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Raya is just around the corner . Selamat tinggal ramadhan . It's been a blast for us . I'm enjoying it well . Ramadhan month this year was the best for me . It taught me well to be a muslim . As you know , hijabers is new to me . I started wearing it through middle of the year . It was tough to get reid all the nonsense speak at the back of you .&lt;br /&gt;Like " eh , is she really wearing a tudung ? or just sengaja je ? Alaaaa . kejap je tu pun . She is not totally into it pun . "&lt;br /&gt;Indeed ! I manage to go it well . I manage to belits my selendang well . Even mula mula tu merangkak juga lah na belit belits ni . I learn from all the tutorials that have been upload at the youtube . Thanks to them actually .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first , I have to take much more time to belits my selendang . I have to wear selendang first before my pants . I have to make myself ready to go out 1 hour before anyone else because it was quiet difficult for me to belits my selendang when all people have done and they are waiting for me . * tak suka okay * Rasa macam burden gila dekat diorang .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end , It takes a long time for me , to shorten my time to wear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"the belits selendang"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;* sigh * . And this hijabers have come to be my passion and hobby when i'm bored . Thanks a lot for the people that keep supporting me . They is a ups and downs when i'm totally new in this hijabers family .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when " lepak-ing at mamak " . It was a trend for a student like us to go lepak mamak right ? But after i'm wearing hijabs , I become a shy person and unoutspoken people . I really scared to lepaks there with my friends because i'm too scared to be around them . As you know , mamak mestilah banyak orang kan ? Ohemmmgeeeeeeeee ! Dengar macam tu pun dah boleh buat bulu roma aku naik . Haihh . Butttttttttttt ! Againnnn ! I manage to get through it well . Thanks for my friend&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/Muizj"&gt;MUIZ JAMBAR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/Muizj"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt; that always bawak aku lepak sama . And when he sends me back home , i  will ask him " am i doing it right ? is it good for me wearing this ? "&lt;br /&gt;And he will answer all my question well enough to get my confidence level back . Thanks to him * smile *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari raya was the best gift for me . I shopping it well this year  because i wanna it to be perfect for me with this &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"the belits selendang"&lt;/span&gt;  * sigh * . Now it sound nice when it say it again and again *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir sekali , kepada seluruh keluarga , semua teman rapat , teman tak rapat , teman lelaki , teman perempuan , teman di perantauan , teman di dalam negara dan tak lupa juga kepada semua pengunjung blog saya ini . Terima kasih banyak banyak dannnnnnnnn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SE&lt;/span&gt;LA&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;AI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;DIL&lt;/span&gt;FI&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aku susun sepuluh jari memohon kemaafan kepada semua orang jika ada tersalah kata atau tergigit lidah atau perlakuanku yang membuatkan anda tak senang hati . Maafkan saya dari hujung rambut ke hujung kaki dan maaf zahir dan batin .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Maaf zahir dan batin . If your are saying that , make note about it . Make it sincere from your heart and insyallah it will gain their forgiveness . Remember that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tak lupa juga !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELAMAT MENYAMBUT HARI KEMERDEKAAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;! MERDEKA ! MERDEKA ! MERDEKA ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka juga sebab sudah berjaya mengharungi ibadah puasa selama sebulan .&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka juga kerana berjaya menahan segala perasaan semasa menjalaninya&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka juga kerana kita sudah merdeka selama 53t tahun *betul ke ni?* maaf jika salah sekali lagi *smile *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-7995725073616193698?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/7995725073616193698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=7995725073616193698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/7995725073616193698?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/7995725073616193698?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/08/salam-lebaran.html' title='Salam Lebaran'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Y7EfeOKazI/Tlt_LNTk4RI/AAAAAAAAAtc/hy1XolFqVo0/s72-c/IMG_00743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEcFQn86eSp7ImA9WhdTFEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-5991146787193263543</id><published>2011-07-13T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T01:33:33.111+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-13T01:33:33.111+08:00</app:edited><title>13 july 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8JzqUxqdcvk/ThyDrwbU_QI/AAAAAAAAAtU/SAWRCaEt4Cg/s1600/Picture%2B200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8JzqUxqdcvk/ThyDrwbU_QI/AAAAAAAAAtU/SAWRCaEt4Cg/s320/Picture%2B200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628518422063414530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;harap maklum . Ini gambar berzaman lama disebabkan tiada picture yg updated (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the date that we first knew each other and it was not a  meeting  that brought us together, nor knowing when we fell for each  other , or  having a cliche way of how a guy ask a girl to be his .&lt;br /&gt;All we  had was a  mutual understanding that we have strong feelings for each  other . &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah &lt;/em&gt;,  things just seem to fall into place as it  goes . This is the official  date that we have decide on to set it as our  anniversary (the day we  celebrate to remind us of the wonderful day  that happened 3 years ago) ,  the day we first knew each other .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To  write about how this love  story is or the things we have been through  even three nights wont be  enough . I’ve learned that the mistakes we made  nevertheless how small  or big it is has made us into a better and  stronger person . Its been three lovely years now &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Insyaallah&lt;/em&gt;  an eternity . He has not  only been a lover to me but has always been my  best friend . For how we  grew up together , going through thick and thin  &amp;amp; also seeing how  much we have changed . Also overlooking our flaws  and accepting each  other for who we are .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I believe that God has a beautiful plan for us , &lt;em&gt;Insyaallah &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s : I LOVE YOU LIDI , KERING , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ELMO&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-5991146787193263543?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/5991146787193263543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=5991146787193263543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/5991146787193263543?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/5991146787193263543?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/07/13-july-2008.html' title='13 july 2008'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8JzqUxqdcvk/ThyDrwbU_QI/AAAAAAAAAtU/SAWRCaEt4Cg/s72-c/Picture%2B200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04AQnk4cCp7ImA9WhdTFEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-893190046430048002</id><published>2011-07-12T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T15:32:23.738+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-12T15:32:23.738+08:00</app:edited><title>pandangan orang bila orang yg tak pakai tudung , pakai tudung .</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(11, 83, 148);"&gt;Assalamualaikum Ustazah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Dulu  ni cara kita greet Ustazah masa kelas agama dekat sekolah dulu . Dulu  kelas agama kena pegi surau . Girls yang tak pakai tudung , kena pakai  tudung .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Dulu  selalu tengok kawan pakai  tudung lawa je . Bila part aku , selekah gila !  pakai tudung sebab  pakai yang kain yg melekat tu . Memang ikut body habis lah . Nasib  sekolah perempuan semua ! Bila  tengah cakap or baca doa or buat pafa,  tudung ke depan, rambut rambut  pun terkeluar . pastu kena tarik tarik  dari belakang .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;buat malu ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;macam noob kot .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;anyway!  sebagai perempuan yang nak  ber-image wanita bertudung , kena la buat  several changes kan . So, ini  sedikit sebanyak the changes i have to  make . *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 17, 48);"&gt;lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;I  used to salam my friends when i see them . I'm sorry if this sounds   inappropriate . It's just a harmless gesture , a way we all dah familiar  with as a  gesture of appreciating the friendship ties that has never  been  forgotten . Itu lah orang orang saya . sesama lelaki dan  perempuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;sekang tak boleh la kan . Bagi  salam and sengih sengih sebab rasa awkward bila dengan laki . ngan  perempuan , peluk cium pun tak apa . opppsi ! I mean cium pipi lah .   *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 17, 48);"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 17, 48);"&gt;dressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Biasanya   nak keluar buat errands , pakai baju rumah and sarung je jeans .  Alaaa.. nak  lawa lawa apahal ? ingat ada paparazzi ke ? setakat gi  hantar kunci or amik  adik dari sekolah , who cares kan ? tapi now kena  pakai cardigan , jeans tu  pasti , and then sarung tudung .&lt;br /&gt;Kalau  pergi family outing or dating, lama juga la belek baju . Jeans semua nak   skinny, baju semua nak short sleeve . haih.. kena improvise!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(11, 83, 148);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 229, 153);"&gt;BAJET YUNA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 229, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh yes .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 17, 48);"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 17, 48);"&gt;belit tudung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah..  nak lilit shawl ni bukan senang ! Aku tak suka beli   apa-nama-spesis-tudung-yang-sarung-je-siap-ada-oning-lagi sebab mahal .  Can only afford to buy shawls and selendangs at the moment . Hidup  bujang  kan . *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Banyak kali kena almost tinggal family , alamat lilit shawl lama  sangat . Seluar pun tak pakai lagi .&lt;br /&gt;Respect la orang orang yang belit shawl macam benda tu senang like amik resit dari cashier .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 17, 48);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 17, 48);"&gt;gelak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku  ni kuat gelak . Bukan setakat volume je , gaya pun nak hebat . Sekarang   sebab ada shawl , bila gelak tu control sikit . Dah image ayu ,  perangai  kena ayu juga la kan .&lt;br /&gt;Padahal sebenarnya pin cocok double chin bila gelak besar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 17, 48);"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 17, 48);"&gt;kena terima pandangan orang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandangan  , i mean by orang yang tengok aku .  Aku tak tau la aku perasan ke apa  kan . Bila free hair kan ,  orang tengok aku macam aku ni a bitch ke  apentah . And i know a lot of  people nye first impression of me is that  i'm sombong . Lantak la korang . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM COOL&lt;/span&gt; kan ? * sigh *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span span="" style=""&gt;"is it permanent?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;For now, it isn't . but i'll wear it as long as i can .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;I've  had a taste of what it's like to  wear tudung and i although i like it  (honest, i do!), tapi I think bukan  sekarang la . Nak jadi permanent , i  mean .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atas sebab tertentu which i hope people can respect by not asking .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Kalau ada yang tak puas hati , mahu lecture aku , silakan . Tapi my grave is my grave .&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you for all of your support!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  akan ku pakai  tudung selama Bulan yang Suci in i, tapi after this,  jangan "eik, haritu  pakai, sekarang tak pakai ?" kalau nampak aku tak  pakai la . &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;, it's not permanent , but i will wear it as long as i can .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Don't say i didn't warn you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s : "There are three phases of knowledge in Islam. When a Muslim has a  little bit of knowledge, he or she speaks a lot. When a Muslim has  increased his or her knowledge, he or she feels humble. When a Muslim  has collected an abundance of knowledge, he or she is silent."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-893190046430048002?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/893190046430048002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=893190046430048002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/893190046430048002?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/893190046430048002?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/07/pandangan-orang-bila-orang-yg-tak-pakai.html' title='pandangan orang bila orang yg tak pakai tudung , pakai tudung .'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUYCRHwyfip7ImA9WhdTFE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-4929934439662624939</id><published>2011-07-12T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:52:45.296+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-12T00:52:45.296+08:00</app:edited><title>picture perfect ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OSr9j1tIvBE/ThsoHfImGrI/AAAAAAAAAsM/0JJNyD-ydXs/s1600/tumblr_ljhqegmfSt1qgujfno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OSr9j1tIvBE/ThsoHfImGrI/AAAAAAAAAsM/0JJNyD-ydXs/s1600/tumblr_ljhqegmfSt1qgujfno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OSr9j1tIvBE/ThsoHfImGrI/AAAAAAAAAsM/0JJNyD-ydXs/s400/tumblr_ljhqegmfSt1qgujfno1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628136268411312818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a picture with your best friend that always share your laugh , sadness , that always be the first to know your downess or happyness ? Have you ? Have you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me , that person doens't need the picture with you . Because he or she is always on your mind .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a past than more years and still now , Ive never have a picture together with that person . Trust me! You won't need that because you will cherish every moment when you are with that person until you forget that you have to take a picture like always . *smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-4929934439662624939?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/4929934439662624939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=4929934439662624939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/4929934439662624939?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/4929934439662624939?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/07/picture-perfect.html' title='picture perfect ?'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OSr9j1tIvBE/ThsoHfImGrI/AAAAAAAAAsM/0JJNyD-ydXs/s72-c/tumblr_ljhqegmfSt1qgujfno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QBQHo6eyp7ImA9WhZaEUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-3665744189343926203</id><published>2011-06-27T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T23:42:31.413+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-27T23:42:31.413+08:00</app:edited><title>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUVRUms6xvc/Tgij4zptnMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/sYuOfbINELI/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUVRUms6xvc/Tgij4zptnMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/sYuOfbINELI/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622924331105230018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cukuplah sekadar jaga hati aku . Walaupun kau perkatakan kepada orang lain , tetapi aku tetap terasa apa yg perkatakan . Aku juga manusia biasa . Orang yg sangat rapat dengan kau . Aku cuba untuk hadapi semua segala apa yang kau caci tapi bagi aku , ini semakin melampau . Kau tak bertanya mengapa tetapi terus membuat andaian sendiri . Aku menjadi semakin fed-up and fed-up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa kau tak pernah bertanya terlebih dahulu sebelum mencaci membabi buta macam itu . Kenapa ? Kenapa ? Kenapa ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; I WILL BE SILENT FOR A LONG TIME .&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/7437078035133676209-3665744189343926203?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/3665744189343926203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=3665744189343926203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/3665744189343926203?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/3665744189343926203?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/06/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUVRUms6xvc/Tgij4zptnMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/sYuOfbINELI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEcFRXo-cSp7ImA9WhZaEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-734136443985937209</id><published>2011-06-27T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:06:54.459+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-27T16:06:54.459+08:00</app:edited><title>sing to me the</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt down at one time and hoping to cheer you up or even to going with the flow of you sadness , you hope for a song you wishes for to hear at that time . Have you ? Have you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I'm doing it right now . I rushed back from class and back to my room , awkwardly open my laptop just to hear the songs that calm you down . It given you a feeling of numb . You will never felt anything . And all you think is the songs and the lyrics that calm you down .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are doing something for example drying your hair or even look at the mirror , suddenly you're crying . Have you ? Have you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The reason is you are in a middle of remembering someone or something that making you sad or maybe happy . It was the moments of precious or bad moments that will suddenly making your brain sending the message to the our senses .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-734136443985937209?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/734136443985937209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=734136443985937209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/734136443985937209?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/734136443985937209?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/06/sing-to-me.html' title='sing to me the'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEQDQ3szfSp7ImA9WhZaEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-4305789588311199598</id><published>2011-06-26T02:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T04:06:12.585+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-26T04:06:12.585+08:00</app:edited><title>RED RED RED AND REDDDDDDDD !</title><content type='html'>Okay ! now start read my post with laugh ! Puh-leaseeeeeeeee do that first . I don't even know why it keeps me laughing all night . Thanks to &lt;a href="http://syazzynessdelivary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Syazwani fadz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://syazzynessdelivary.blogspot.com/"&gt;il &lt;/a&gt;actually ! You make me laughing and laughing again . Okay ! Dah mcm lirik lagu dekat blog aku ni dah . Errrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baca ni ! Baca ni ! Baca ni ! Baca ni ! Baca ni ! Baca ni ! Baca ni ! Baca ni ! Baca ni ! Baca ni !Baca ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MoE07-ZCIVs/TgY29zY3ijI/AAAAAAAAArU/sNOcAsXqbI0/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MoE07-ZCIVs/TgY29zY3ijI/AAAAAAAAArU/sNOcAsXqbI0/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622241620213074482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgrOiW6ztsQ/TgY290iJS7I/AAAAAAAAArc/e4NVzBGqAy0/s1600/untitledr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgrOiW6ztsQ/TgY290iJS7I/AAAAAAAAArc/e4NVzBGqAy0/s400/untitledr.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622241620520422322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sila klik gambar untuk besarkan . sekian terima kasih &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay aku tak tahu kenapa aku keep gelak pasal status dia ni ! hahahahaha. bayangkan weh ! almost 19th yearssssssssssssssss ! OH-MYYYYYY- GUCCIIIIIIIIII !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama 5 tahun aku belajar dekat sekolah aku &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TARCISIAN CONVENT&lt;/span&gt; , tak pernah aku dengar , nampak , lihat , bau atau rasa sendiri lah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BLUE HOUSE IS THE CHAMPION&lt;/span&gt; ! TAK PERNAH OKAY ! LANGSUNG TAK PERNAH ! pathetic kan ? tapiiiiiiiiiiiiii at least every year diorang ada maskot yang sangat lawa *smile*  ( sekadar ayat menapis rasa ) * laugh *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aku sebagai salah seorang bekas ahli &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , ingin mengucapkan TAKZIAHHH . err silap TAHNIAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;pom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;pom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;rapp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;pamm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;pam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;pam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;pom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;pom&lt;/span&gt; * ( bunga api lah ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-4305789588311199598?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/4305789588311199598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=4305789588311199598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/4305789588311199598?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/4305789588311199598?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/06/red-red-red-and-redddddddd.html' title='RED RED RED AND REDDDDDDDD !'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MoE07-ZCIVs/TgY29zY3ijI/AAAAAAAAArU/sNOcAsXqbI0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck8DRn05fip7ImA9WhZaEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-4115299816849364237</id><published>2011-06-25T04:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T15:47:57.326+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-27T15:47:57.326+08:00</app:edited><title>Cemburu</title><content type='html'>Aku tak tahu kenapa tajuk post aku kali ini macama ni . Macam nampak aku marah je bila baca tajuk post kali ni . Errr . Aku tak marah but maybe a lil bit jealous and maybeeeeee maybe okay a lil bit mad .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tahu kenapa aku berperasaan macam ni . Supposely I should be happy . Maybe I just felt left out . Or maybe I just jealous . OHHHHMYYYYGESHHHHHHHH ! I don't ever know what I'm feeling right now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu kau sedang bergembira sekarang . Mungkin aku marah sebab kau dah jarang contact dengan aku . Mungkin aku jeles sebab kau sedang gembira dan aku pula mengharapkan kau akan kongsi kegembiraan kau dengan aku . Mungkin aku berasa begitu . Sebab aku pun tak tahu apa yang aku rasa sebenarnya .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cemburu bila kau dapat pergi tempat tempat yang aku nak pergi dulu . Tapi kau dah pergi dulu . Aku cemburu bila kau sangat bahagia sekarang daripada kau yang dulu selalu call aku bila sedih . Aku ni terlebih pathetic actually . Tapi aku gembira dengan apa yang kau ada sekarang daripada kau yang dulu . Dan aku harap kau akan senantiasa macama tue .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku doakan yang terbaik untuk kau dear goodfriend (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-4115299816849364237?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/4115299816849364237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=4115299816849364237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/4115299816849364237?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/4115299816849364237?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/06/cemburu.html' title='Cemburu'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUQCQHk-eCp7ImA9WhZbGUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-3683612157164237522</id><published>2011-06-25T04:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T04:29:21.750+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-25T04:29:21.750+08:00</app:edited><title>goods sold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWBoWWszJvA/TgTydyrTdlI/AAAAAAAAAq0/KFbZW3NkwoE/s1600/tumblr_lh9mdioI3O1qbjt25o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWBoWWszJvA/TgTydyrTdlI/AAAAAAAAAq0/KFbZW3NkwoE/s320/tumblr_lh9mdioI3O1qbjt25o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621884828498753106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Once upon a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Once upon a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Once upon a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Once upon a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Once upon a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Once upon a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Once upon a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Once upon a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Once upon a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Once upon a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Once upon a time&lt;/span&gt; ................................................. Errr typing error * sigh *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this words " Once upon a time " . Like a fairytale ! Err .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-3683612157164237522?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/3683612157164237522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=3683612157164237522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/3683612157164237522?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/3683612157164237522?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/06/goods-sold.html' title='goods sold'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWBoWWszJvA/TgTydyrTdlI/AAAAAAAAAq0/KFbZW3NkwoE/s72-c/tumblr_lh9mdioI3O1qbjt25o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE8AR34_fCp7ImA9WhZbGUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-325051018413563588</id><published>2011-06-25T03:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T04:20:46.044+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-25T04:20:46.044+08:00</app:edited><title>mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJMbTHen6DA/TRBmuF1hiKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8IZcJhNfpa0/s1600/tumblr_ldj4ln95YW1qzwyfio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJMbTHen6DA/TRBmuF1hiKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8IZcJhNfpa0/s400/tumblr_ldj4ln95YW1qzwyfio1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553051282574510242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Mom " . There words that I can't describe how grateful I am to have a chance to say It . One word , Many definition . If I ask you , What would you be when your growth up ? &lt;br /&gt;Police , Teacher , Doctor ( it was a common answer )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say to be like my MOM . The one that lost a lot of blood just to give a birth of you . The one that feed you well enough with their milk . The one that hold you when your cold . The one that wipe your tears when your crying . The one and only can solve all the problems that you can't . The one that hold your hands when you're walking . It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT there is no way I can't be like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HER &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 years I managed to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; face every moments I open my eyes . I'm grateful of it . Alhamdulillah . There is a million words that can describe Her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You means a lot to me . Through the years pass by , I managed to organized my life by your help . You wrinkles on your faces, means how struggle you are to raise us . Your smile , means how happy your are still breathing with us . Your wrinkles on your hands , means how much it help to fed us .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for being a bad . Forgive me if I ever lie to you . Forgive me if I'm using your money for the bad things . Forgive me if I was ever hurt you . Forgive me if I was the one making you cry . Forgive me for all the things that making I done making you hurt .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sincerely from your daughter ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU MAMA ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : syurga di telapak kaki ibu (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJMbTHen6DA/TRBmuF1hiKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8IZcJhNfpa0/s1600/tumblr_ldj4ln95YW1qzwyfio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7437078035133676209-325051018413563588?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/325051018413563588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=325051018413563588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/325051018413563588?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/325051018413563588?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/06/mama.html' title='mama'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJMbTHen6DA/TRBmuF1hiKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8IZcJhNfpa0/s72-c/tumblr_ldj4ln95YW1qzwyfio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYDQHw_eCp7ImA9WhZbGEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-3053579966780359396</id><published>2011-06-24T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T14:32:51.240+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-24T14:32:51.240+08:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCmdfriqkqI/TgQsn33pzLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ldXg06Zb3TE/s1600/tumblr_l8u76iKyX91qanurco1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCmdfriqkqI/TgQsn33pzLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ldXg06Zb3TE/s320/tumblr_l8u76iKyX91qanurco1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621667298389118130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weight keep growing for time-to-time and i'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !  I wanna be like before . My mind keeps depressed so the only thing that I can do to rejuvenate myself is by EATING ! EAT EAT AND EAT . And now I'm kinda worried of myself *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I shouldn't eat late night .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I shouldn't eat junkfood more than healthy food .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to do more exercise than more sleep .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;p/s : Don't you think I'm toooo old and lame to worrying about my weight ? errrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-3053579966780359396?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/3053579966780359396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=3053579966780359396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/3053579966780359396?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/3053579966780359396?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-weight-keep-growing-for-time-to-time.html' title=''/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCmdfriqkqI/TgQsn33pzLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ldXg06Zb3TE/s72-c/tumblr_l8u76iKyX91qanurco1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4AQ309fCp7ImA9WhZUGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-2567826437446773022</id><published>2011-06-14T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T00:52:22.364+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-14T00:52:22.364+08:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCled3Ilqyk/TfY81YXVuXI/AAAAAAAAAqk/nnk7XoF7ZgQ/s1600/tumblr_lhf8ej1mxx1qbpwzeo1_400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCled3Ilqyk/TfY81YXVuXI/AAAAAAAAAqk/nnk7XoF7ZgQ/s320/tumblr_lhf8ej1mxx1qbpwzeo1_400.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617744472962349426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He's not perfect , I'm aren't either and the two of you will NEVER be perfect . But if he can make you laugh at least once , causes you to think twice , and if he admits to being human and making mistakes , hold onto him and give him the most you can . Don't analyze it . Smile when he makes you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; . Yell when he makes you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAD &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISS&lt;/span&gt; him when his not there . Because perfect guys&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; DON'T&lt;/span&gt; exist but there is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that is always perfect &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REMEMBER IT ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-2567826437446773022?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/2567826437446773022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=2567826437446773022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/2567826437446773022?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/2567826437446773022?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/06/hes-not-perfect-im-arent-either-and-two.html' title=''/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCled3Ilqyk/TfY81YXVuXI/AAAAAAAAAqk/nnk7XoF7ZgQ/s72-c/tumblr_lhf8ej1mxx1qbpwzeo1_400.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYERH06fCp7ImA9WhZUGUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-5762925067931081730</id><published>2011-06-13T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:25:05.314+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-13T17:25:05.314+08:00</app:edited><title>Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-seyZCMiqwgk/TfXEmGeb80I/AAAAAAAAApM/FXzAoToxDzc/s1600/tumblr_lkcq5asA0r1qain3eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-seyZCMiqwgk/TfXEmGeb80I/AAAAAAAAApM/FXzAoToxDzc/s320/tumblr_lkcq5asA0r1qain3eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617612269066908482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately ni mood aku tak berapa okay . Nak kata nak period , tak juga sebab rasanya due date aku lambat lagi . Tapi mungkin sebab aku terlampau stress . Lately ni aku banyak fikir . Kelas was like fuckin hate ! Aku cuba untuk pergi semua kelas tapi lecterur was like fucking haters ! ergh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo stressfull  !Kelas &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FULL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! and banyak yang clash . Aku terpaksa naik turun akademik to solve it . But still the same . What theeeeee HHHHHHHHH punya koordinator UITM ! grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambah stressful lagiiiiiiii bila hamster aku mati ( shizue ) . Hilang sorang teman aku nak bermain . erghhh ! Dahlah tak dapat tanam so , terpaksa buang dalam tong sampah je . Which is I put in a bag of plastic 1st . But still sedih gila :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ANCgz9_WNuA/TfXXOWd75VI/AAAAAAAAApU/2tBQ9gOY_dc/s1600/tumblr_ll9rq80gfr1qb8ng7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ANCgz9_WNuA/TfXXOWd75VI/AAAAAAAAApU/2tBQ9gOY_dc/s320/tumblr_ll9rq80gfr1qb8ng7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617632751763842386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make it to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HOMMIEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt; this weekend . I really need the smell of my bed . I'm so stressful of everything here .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-5762925067931081730?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/5762925067931081730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=5762925067931081730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/5762925067931081730?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/5762925067931081730?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/06/mood.html' title='Mood'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-seyZCMiqwgk/TfXEmGeb80I/AAAAAAAAApM/FXzAoToxDzc/s72-c/tumblr_lkcq5asA0r1qain3eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUQMRXc-cCp7ImA9WhZUGU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-2945986852052920135</id><published>2011-06-13T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T02:29:44.958+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-13T02:29:44.958+08:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKEoWY8O8-U/TfUCIA-i1eI/AAAAAAAAAo8/YoPEotIjMsw/s1600/tumblr_le2rz2zh2b1qazstso1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKEoWY8O8-U/TfUCIA-i1eI/AAAAAAAAAo8/YoPEotIjMsw/s320/tumblr_le2rz2zh2b1qazstso1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617398446939100642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Without you , I'm not here . I  won't be born . I don't know how many times I make you dissapointed and sad because of me . I'm so sorry . I really fell guilty . You know I'm sad and crying im my heart when I make you dissapointed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;for sure , someday , I really want to make you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; and proud of me . Believe me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , It's not a lie , It's a promise from your child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-2945986852052920135?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/2945986852052920135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=2945986852052920135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/2945986852052920135?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/2945986852052920135?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/06/without-you-im-not-here.html' title=''/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKEoWY8O8-U/TfUCIA-i1eI/AAAAAAAAAo8/YoPEotIjMsw/s72-c/tumblr_le2rz2zh2b1qazstso1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C08MQHg7fSp7ImA9WhZUEEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-7146380599388862240</id><published>2011-06-03T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:04:41.605+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-03T17:04:41.605+08:00</app:edited><title>Nikah binti Kahwin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kYCEdFTlbY/Teif5HvG1PI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Ti2RxebvGsc/s1600/tumblr_llu6f6NMAZ1qdips0.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kYCEdFTlbY/Teif5HvG1PI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Ti2RxebvGsc/s320/tumblr_llu6f6NMAZ1qdips0.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613912739195311346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disebabkan ini cuti sekolah and semestinya korang mesti full of invitation for wedding kan ? kan ? And i'm gonna talk about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered " Is married is happy ending or not ? " nahhhh . I will say&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . It will surely happy ending . Klau tak buat apa nak kahwin kan ? It will be surely challenging but rather than that , married people get through of it together .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku selalu tengok orang angkat nikah . It's quite a fairytale actually . errr . sebenanya semua nikah kahwin aku pergi aku anggap macam fairytale . * sigh * . Ye lah ! If someone is getting married to someone , bukan ke itu a fairytale ? kan ? kan ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Aku terima nikahnya dgn si pulanah binti si pulan dengan mas kahwinnya RM.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Itu adalah tersurat . Yang tersiratnya ialah ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Aku tanggung dosa - dosa si pulanah dari ibu bapanya , apa saja dosa yang dia buat , aku tanggung dan bukan ibu bapanya lagi yang tanggung dan aku tanggung dosa bakal anak-anak aku . Kalau gagal , maka aku fasik , dayus dan aku rela masuk neraka dan Malaikat Malik melibas aku hingga pecah badan aku "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maka , seharusnya . Fikirlah sedalamnya apabila kita ingin memulakan sesuatu masjid .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOUT OUT &lt;/span&gt;to my Senior , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kak nadia&lt;/span&gt; that will be engaged tomorrow ! Yahooooo ! Met me there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-7146380599388862240?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/7146380599388862240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=7146380599388862240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/7146380599388862240?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/7146380599388862240?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/06/nikah-binti-kahwin.html' title='Nikah binti Kahwin'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kYCEdFTlbY/Teif5HvG1PI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Ti2RxebvGsc/s72-c/tumblr_llu6f6NMAZ1qdips0.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A04DRXk8fyp7ImA9WhZUEEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-7428600226596762782</id><published>2011-06-03T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T16:32:54.777+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-03T16:32:54.777+08:00</app:edited><title>talk of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGnDMEUnU-s/TeicI3GsUTI/AAAAAAAAAm0/O4V__sYBCH0/s1600/tumblr_lj2kzzE8AF1qbv4sdo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGnDMEUnU-s/TeicI3GsUTI/AAAAAAAAAm0/O4V__sYBCH0/s320/tumblr_lj2kzzE8AF1qbv4sdo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613908611562230066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered " What is your type of boyfriend that you wish for ? " have you ? have you ? tak kan tak pernah kowt . Me ? I'm still wondered . but , never one person is perfect right ? For my perfect boyfriend that i wish for * glup *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love a boyfriend that he would scream " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;/span&gt;"not caring who heard him . He do walks with me in 90 degrees degrees . My hand in one hand and the other side is my bag * sigh * .&lt;br /&gt;He would sing outloud any song even if i say him retarded . But he let's me sing outloud and won't call me weird . He'll sit outside with me on the front door because there is nothing to do and he won't say he's bored once . He'll let me looks like crap , wearing big t'shirt , unmatching shoes but yet he still calls me beautiful * smile * .&lt;br /&gt;He won't scared to dance in front of me or act retarded . He picks his friends over me sometimes . He'll remember our anniversaries before i do . A boy that will never ask what's wrong with me when i'm sad but just make me laugh all-the-way . He will give his sweater even if his freezing and he won't make me feel guilty about it . He do never jealous because he already know i love him more than anything .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I call is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-7428600226596762782?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/7428600226596762782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=7428600226596762782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/7428600226596762782?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/7428600226596762782?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/06/talk-of-day.html' title='talk of the day'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGnDMEUnU-s/TeicI3GsUTI/AAAAAAAAAm0/O4V__sYBCH0/s72-c/tumblr_lj2kzzE8AF1qbv4sdo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkQCSXk_cSp7ImA9WhZVGUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-969289445477347869</id><published>2011-06-02T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T15:06:08.749+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-02T15:06:08.749+08:00</app:edited><title>1st week of semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7z1vu7Y-5FM/Tec1V89tnYI/AAAAAAAAAmg/yUiiiGDzzJE/s1600/tumblr_lm2jl5VltT1qcglmmo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7z1vu7Y-5FM/Tec1V89tnYI/AAAAAAAAAmg/yUiiiGDzzJE/s320/tumblr_lm2jl5VltT1qcglmmo1_500.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613514111799106946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-969289445477347869?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/969289445477347869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=969289445477347869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/969289445477347869?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/969289445477347869?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/06/1st-week-of-semester.html' title='1st week of semester'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7z1vu7Y-5FM/Tec1V89tnYI/AAAAAAAAAmg/yUiiiGDzzJE/s72-c/tumblr_lm2jl5VltT1qcglmmo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkUCRXs_fCp7ImA9WhZVGUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-4220049393943359279</id><published>2011-06-02T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T15:04:24.544+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-02T15:04:24.544+08:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9x5Q6pbz3U/TecxemdDdBI/AAAAAAAAAmY/uMkewUCi--g/s1600/tumblr_ll6cmgcbwM1qiln3bo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9x5Q6pbz3U/TecxemdDdBI/AAAAAAAAAmY/uMkewUCi--g/s320/tumblr_ll6cmgcbwM1qiln3bo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613509862328857618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same way . i don't know why but a part of me doesn't really care of her anymore . I'm not a good best friend . The only thing i know , i can't trust her stories because most of her stories are based on her imaginations . I wishes i could be like one but it's hard for me . Thanks you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-4220049393943359279?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/4220049393943359279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=4220049393943359279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/4220049393943359279?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/4220049393943359279?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-feel-same-way.html' title=''/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9x5Q6pbz3U/TecxemdDdBI/AAAAAAAAAmY/uMkewUCi--g/s72-c/tumblr_ll6cmgcbwM1qiln3bo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEEARH06fSp7ImA9WhZQFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-8538162530491981686</id><published>2011-04-25T05:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T06:04:05.315+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-25T06:04:05.315+08:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2uwgBUvSIAs/TbSYWn6EorI/AAAAAAAAAmI/z8DKYD5VFVE/s1600/tumblr_lhhrbfG4qk1qhxrsqo1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 40px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2uwgBUvSIAs/TbSYWn6EorI/AAAAAAAAAmI/z8DKYD5VFVE/s320/tumblr_lhhrbfG4qk1qhxrsqo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599267751165469362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so sorry to say this, maybe for those with dirty minds or sight that makes you thinks creating negative curiosity . Don't you think that you're overdoing it ? if a Muslim want to advise another Muslim about his or her wrong doings . Tell him or her nicely , most importantly personally and not just spreading it out to the whole world . Don't you feel that it is just wrong to be criticizing someone and it is very disrespectful . &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are trying out best to be a better Muslim , so please think twice before doing something that may hurt another feelings and dignity ! THINK IT ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am nor good or even bad . I know i don't have the right to say this but think it . If everyone keep waiting to be good then , you will start to say this . Until kiamat , it will never happen . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; "&gt;Gracious character, humanity and respect should be as important for a Muslim to be a good Muslim. I believe that this is the utmost importance, the basic foundation needed. It is like without a good foundation, no building is able to stand. Just like us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; "&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/7437078035133676209-8538162530491981686?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/8538162530491981686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=8538162530491981686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/8538162530491981686?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/8538162530491981686?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-so-sorry-to-say-this-maybe-for-those.html' title=''/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2uwgBUvSIAs/TbSYWn6EorI/AAAAAAAAAmI/z8DKYD5VFVE/s72-c/tumblr_lhhrbfG4qk1qhxrsqo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck4DSH0_fyp7ImA9WhZQFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-3648880554293357576</id><published>2011-04-25T04:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T05:36:19.347+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-25T05:36:19.347+08:00</app:edited><title>hijrah</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqPgjNBQLG4/TbSPglJrP0I/AAAAAAAAAlw/ctfl97e5x1M/s320/tumblr_livf417kcK1qzc0m1o1_500.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599258026619649858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2wxhtxCSuE/TbSPhATdteI/AAAAAAAAAmA/NvaFZxe5SkQ/s1600/jazmin.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello April and goodbye April . You have be so much fun to me . Thank you and alhamdulillah . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April have been kind to me . I manage to find all sort of happiness . alhamdulillah . I manage to find guts and path that i choose . I manage and brave enough to try it . Absolutely , yes ! i'm changing . I've received a hijrah and hidayah after all . It kinda waste to see my life before . And i am thankful now that i have realize it . Thank you Allah . Mashallah . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for my improper or tunggang terbalik tense that i used . To write this , i'm a bit scared but indeed ! i manage to find again my guts to write this . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a journey , i found &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is awesome . More awesome that i thought . Alhamdulillah *smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gXJgZms5CkU/TbSPgiTJWFI/AAAAAAAAAl4/nD3zYI5h6sU/s320/208025_2019208042637_1316990911_32485634_249959_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599258025854064722" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2wxhtxCSuE/TbSPhATdteI/AAAAAAAAAmA/NvaFZxe5SkQ/s1600/jazmin.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2wxhtxCSuE/TbSPhATdteI/AAAAAAAAAmA/NvaFZxe5SkQ/s320/jazmin.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599258033908463074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; "&gt;Remember Islam is not only to have the perfect &lt;em&gt;Salah &lt;/em&gt;or the perfect recitation of the holy book Al-Quran or the proper way of coverings/wear but it is also a way of life and a faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-3648880554293357576?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/3648880554293357576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=3648880554293357576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/3648880554293357576?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/3648880554293357576?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/04/hijrah.html' title='hijrah'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqPgjNBQLG4/TbSPglJrP0I/AAAAAAAAAlw/ctfl97e5x1M/s72-c/tumblr_livf417kcK1qzc0m1o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0INRn48eyp7ImA9WhZQFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-252645673419385063</id><published>2011-04-25T04:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T04:06:37.073+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-25T04:06:37.073+08:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpSDHrOuBxo/TbSCWGGyo9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/H0aY4a_n8E8/s1600/tumblr_leltt48Zpy1qcnebgo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpSDHrOuBxo/TbSCWGGyo9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/H0aY4a_n8E8/s320/tumblr_leltt48Zpy1qcnebgo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599243552836199378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-252645673419385063?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/252645673419385063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=252645673419385063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/252645673419385063?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/252645673419385063?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpSDHrOuBxo/TbSCWGGyo9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/H0aY4a_n8E8/s72-c/tumblr_leltt48Zpy1qcnebgo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUIDSHY6fyp7ImA9WhZQFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7437078035133676209.post-3239313148758390775</id><published>2011-04-25T03:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T04:39:39.817+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-25T04:39:39.817+08:00</app:edited><title>suprise birthday celebration .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd2QOUNoflM/TbSEDYa_7RI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Aj7pNYbvodg/s1600/DSCN0154pllmn.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ad4KgidYYE/TbSECwmpSiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/l9YJanOToq8/s320/DSCN0168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599245419669965346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hznhhu4hqRY/TbSECvj5L7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/ehUHSSTixSE/s1600/207969_2019210282693_1316990911_32485642_6026353_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hznhhu4hqRY/TbSECvj5L7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/ehUHSSTixSE/s320/207969_2019210282693_1316990911_32485642_6026353_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599245419389988786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0LN_waGdZw/TbSECeuMSHI/AAAAAAAAAk4/XMTlrR8GADs/s1600/215651_2019203962535_1316990911_32485624_8191676_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0LN_waGdZw/TbSECeuMSHI/AAAAAAAAAk4/XMTlrR8GADs/s320/215651_2019203962535_1316990911_32485624_8191676_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599245414869780594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually , this suppose to be post earlier but with the full of schedule with final and everything . I manage to find the time to post this but still&lt;b&gt; LATE&lt;/b&gt; right ? ergh . okay i admit it . sorry bloggie *smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see , I manage to suprise my heartbeat ! actually this suppose to have his picture buttttttttttttttttttt as his wish before . His a bit shy shy type &lt;b&gt;LAH&lt;/b&gt; . So, sorry (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture will describe everything . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;location :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pullman , putrajaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7437078035133676209-3239313148758390775?l=thismywordspoken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/feeds/3239313148758390775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7437078035133676209&amp;postID=3239313148758390775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/3239313148758390775?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7437078035133676209/posts/default/3239313148758390775?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thismywordspoken.blogspot.com/2011/04/suprise-birthday-celebration.html' title='suprise birthday celebration .'/><author><name>s a z l i y a n a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238928196505364077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd2QOUNoflM/TbSEDYa_7RI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Aj7pNYbvodg/s72-c/DSCN0154pllmn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>