<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 17:36:30 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>*blurbs*</title><description></description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-4937831433776767566</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T01:36:30.719+08:00</atom:updated><title>i likeeee:D</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/92/47/103627429/1_670782403l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 297px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/92/47/103627429/1_670782403l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from left: fatin, nadia, nisha, sai, ejan, mellie, tira, zati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;front: zai (ehem ehem, me!), dde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ohh, i love them! we really hv a blast night. lots of talks, laughs &amp;amp; eats. thx to nadia &amp;amp; her family for delicious foods. *me likey* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did make lots of noise. totally hectic but fun! im going to miss them when im in perlis. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bh2, saya ngntok sudahh. mau tidurrr. hehe. buh-bye folks! haha:PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-4937831433776767566?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-likeeeed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-8368655181164279616</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 10:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-28T19:26:26.604+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>mended</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>love</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>done</category><title>ive made up my mind.</title><description>im done. ignore my previous post. i'll try to hate him. eventho its hard. bt i'll try no matter how long it takes. i'll try. seriously, i will.  this broken heart need to be mended. but mayb the last piece of it is still stuck at the place it doesnt belong to. theres nothing else i could do aite? ive given up. &amp;amp; that's it! im done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love him. &amp;amp; i really do. but.. its ok. i'll be fine:) my friends are always there for me. myb there are no flirting atm. im so not in the mood. friends is ok kan? no harm for just being friends. (get my point) plus, i gt so many things to think about right now. this is not the end of my life. a big no-no. &amp;amp; it just begin. hmm. ive gt nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps what i mean by hating him is bcos, i love him so much. &amp;amp; that is the best way for me to forget him. i'll try tho. i will:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx guys &amp;amp; babes. i love you all!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-8368655181164279616?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-made-up-my-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-7091466369848705841</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 06:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-27T15:02:48.079+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pathetics</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hurt</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>heart 2 heart</category><title>me, being insecure..</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imuxic.com/yt/laluna-selepas-kau-pergi/ca23eebc1/ba8ab2950" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d111/prettyinpinkdolls/imuxic/images/30027.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cdn.imuxic.com/player.swf" width="300" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="height=20&amp;amp;width=300&amp;amp;file=http://youtube.com/watch?v=CN0qNKWbVc4&amp;amp;backcolor=0x1E0B02&amp;amp;frontcolor=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;lightcolor=0xFF65BA&amp;amp;volume=90&amp;amp;searchbar=false&amp;amp;autostart=true&amp;amp;repeat=always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imuxic.com/yt/laluna-selepas-kau-pergi/ca23eebc1/ba8ab2950" target="blank"&gt;laluna - selepas kau pergi Mp3 Codes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive made it! well, not all of it. im still nt over it somehow. ive change my mind from deleting this blog to undelete it. yay me eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx to all my friends for being there for me when i ws in my very2 weak moment. espc to fatin, mellie &amp;amp; cd. thx to fatin thats willing to hear my sobs that night. thx a lot dear. &amp;amp; a big thx also to nisa:) she really did make me feel better (a bit better) they are great. hmm. im pathetic. i admit that. (only certain peoples know why im saying this) i try being happy as usual when i ws around my friends but still i cannot faking it in anyhow. obviously, im still not over it. i cry &amp;amp; cry &amp;amp; cry. sorry for making certain peoples worry about me. IM SORRY. but i really feel better right now. a lil bit better than before. i forced myself to eat bcos recently i lost my appetite (thats me when i ws depressed). im starving myself to sleep. i try to hide it from my parents. ohh, i feel awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would feel better if i just keep it to myself &amp;amp; cry alone without telling people what im really feels in this very moment like i always do, holding back. but i ws wrong. it makes me feel more hurt &amp;amp; sad. i try to let it out. i told fatin &amp;amp; mellie everything what i felt. i try to think positive &amp;amp; moved on but deep inside, i cant. i pretend that im tough girl some kinda ways. but still, im totally faking it. i cant lie myself. i know my strength. i know what im capable of. how weak i am in this situation. how hurt i feel. how much i miss &amp;amp; love ****. *sighs* you can tell me that im pathetic &amp;amp; weak, bcos i AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me that im strong, tough, &amp;amp; i really can handle this! tell me that! tell me something that can make me feel good about myself! i need support. i admit it. seriously, i am. ohh. im weak! i felt down. very down about myself. its hard to not crying when i heard &amp;amp; seeing something thats reminds me of.... i did cry myself to sleep. i did blame everything on me. i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i did felt this before, ive been in this situation. but it ws when i ws in school. i ws around my friends. i gt alot of things to think other than that. my friends keep me happy, they understand what i really felt in that moment. they made me forget about it. they help me out of it. give me supports. laughs our heart out &amp;amp; moved on. but that when i ws in school. its different now. i feel a lil bit lonely. i miss my friends, i miss my roomates (suha, mbok &amp;amp; bibi) i miss you guys:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-7091466369848705841?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-being-insecure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-3962364856768221312</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 12:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-09T19:18:53.639+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>insane</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>boredom</category><title>uniten ohh uniten:D</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;warning: this post may be exessively loaded with my gorgeous, pretty photos. *wink wink wink*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bwahaha! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it might dissapoint you. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored. barely cant think of anything logically right now. * too exaggerate* saya buhsaann okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjZ7UluKMgc/SdyyZl_ZJWI/AAAAAAAAADI/2sDffYN3y2k/s1600-h/Picture%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjZ7UluKMgc/SdyyZl_ZJWI/AAAAAAAAADI/2sDffYN3y2k/s320/Picture%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322325012409558370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;staring you! grr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjZ7UluKMgc/Sdyy7ctiJAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0oeqfar1chc/s1600-h/Picture%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjZ7UluKMgc/Sdyy7ctiJAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0oeqfar1chc/s320/Picture%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322325594034283522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjZ7UluKMgc/SdyzhJ1fFoI/AAAAAAAAADY/lfDSIqn2AP4/s1600-h/Picture%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjZ7UluKMgc/SdyzhJ1fFoI/AAAAAAAAADY/lfDSIqn2AP4/s320/Picture%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322326241802393218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad hair day! ishhh! retarded. me need new haircut! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*end of unnecessary section*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;actually, nothing much for today. just got an offer letter from uniten for foundation in accounting:D yes, you read the title. honestly, im excited(or pleased) about it but but but, i dont know. *shrugs*  need to wait for another offer letter from other university perhaps. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;upu ohh upu. faster faster faster! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still thinking &amp;amp; thinking while eating oreo:D my fav!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too bad no milk for me to dip my luscious oreo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still lazy to lift my butt away from this seat. hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back. truth, im eagerly wanted to accept those offer bt yet, i need to think it deeply tho. its all about my future babe! &amp;amp; it also all about money$. damn it, i wanna rob a bank. c'mon babe! *babiiii* other than that, im interested on accepted those offer is nothing to do with those past stupid pathetic memories. no offense.:PP plus, campus for accounting is away in pahang. im glad it is. *cheers* only certain peoples know why im cheers for. bwahaha!XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oyeahhh oyeahh, i'll never going to accept matrix. im so-not interested in studying there. but, who knows. no diploma as well. i bet you guys know why. heee:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*nyumm nyumm nyumm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored bored bored. help me out from this hell, piteous emotion puh-lisss. ditch it! ditch it! *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-3962364856768221312?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/04/uniten-ohh-unitend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TjZ7UluKMgc/SdyyZl_ZJWI/AAAAAAAAADI/2sDffYN3y2k/s72-c/Picture%285%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-9161579642517106053</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 09:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-29T20:45:58.334+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>my point of view</category><title>comprehending peoples are harmless. do gt my point.</title><description>im nt going to talk crap here. it jst an opinion from me. ive been in this situation like most of the time(well, not most of the time) and i bet every1 does. we want to be respect &amp;amp; understand. bt yet we didnt do the exact things to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peoples are way too complicated to be figured out objectively. some people might takes time to get their mood back. &amp;amp; there also some people need some1 to talk to make them feel better. yet there also people that need some time alone. when comes to figure out to make your love 1 feel better, facts are nonexistent. everything totally craps. there are no instruction booklet to consult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are always there to give advice, bt be careful not to take every single things they said literally. every situation is different. not everything they said might work in your situation in that exact moment. everybody is different (obviously, yeah) be honest &amp;amp; faithful with yourself. think wisely before you talk or start any conversation. aware of every jokes that blurted out from your mouth because you dont want anybody to feel offended about it. nt everybody can handle the truth. respect others before you think about people respecting you. understand others before you want people to understand you. give &amp;amp; take is the best way in relationship with peoples around you. be on the lookout for minor differences that could turn into major soap operas if left unaddressed. aware of everythings around you to avoid misunderstands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive learn something lately, thinking positively is never a bad use of your time. there are always the bright side in everything thats happen. all it takes is the fresh perspective and courage to see the value in your past mistakes. as far as i concern, everybody have their own problems in different ways. stop complaining and moved on babe! confiding your love 1 is harmless if they supposed to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt still, me myself hve hard times to share my woes to others espc to my love 1. it takes time to change. bt there always time for changes. hmm. bt i love him. &amp;amp; no1 &amp;amp; nothing could change tat. he can except me for who i am. &amp;amp; so do i. loves are always there for both of us. &amp;amp; i can assured that. call me jiwang, idc. its a compliment tho. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s dont try to understand with wat im saying above if you dont want to. no harm on that for me. you might be 1 of the stalker that need time to stop your hobby bt you didnt. criticize me if you think you need to. bt only the good &amp;amp; reasonable critics can be excepted. &amp;amp; i believe there some1 who agree with what im saying. &amp;amp; there always be. my blog, my page, my opinion, my trash thoughts. its all about me here. dont like it? buh-bye then! feel free to click the red button on the right side of the page.&lt;/span&gt; no offence peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-9161579642517106053?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/03/comprehending-in-several-aspects-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-4393261224597199177</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-29T20:41:34.463+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>love</category><title>im ok. im fine:)</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im having unexpected mood swing recently. sorry my dear. myb im having my pms time right now. feeling slightly unhappy about something is normal atm. i easily feeling offended about something that jst a very tiny jokes sort of things. i try my best being happy like i always do. sorry for nt being the most friendly person right now. &amp;amp; sorry for baffling you alot recently. i do love you (call me jiwang, idc) my love for you is assured. no worries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ohh, about my previous post. there nothing to worry about it. it just me being silly &amp;amp; insecure. im nt blaming any1 bt myself. anyway, thx for your concerned. im fine now:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-4393261224597199177?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-ok-im-fine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-2188322981177886651</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 04:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T17:15:29.287+08:00</atom:updated><title>apishly:(</title><description>ive reading something tat im not supposed to read at all. foolish me ehh. &amp;amp; now im hesitating about something. i know im nt suppose to. bt this is me. idiot! idc im starting to rant here. this is my blog. i can write anything i want in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still in jealousy mood. bodo ehh. i jst cant let go of the past jst like that. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive this eagerly-want-2-know feeling. &amp;amp; i kept warned myself tat i might read something tat will made me feel down yet jealous. so, i'll read some of them bt end up reading all of them(almost). cant stand those dimwitted feeling while reading it. so, i stop. &amp;amp; now i feel so wrought-up. caka menaaa. there are nobodies fault. it jst me being foolish. silly silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not in the right mood. backoff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-2188322981177886651?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/03/apishly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-2300432300861751746</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 03:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-25T11:52:18.376+08:00</atom:updated><title>Day out!:)</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjZ7UluKMgc/Scmk-nxm4jI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Df7gD6ApM1M/s1600-h/x0x0-0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjZ7UluKMgc/Scmk-nxm4jI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Df7gD6ApM1M/s320/x0x0-0315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316962230823477810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;hectic but its fun tho. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjZ7UluKMgc/ScmqERRCHcI/AAAAAAAAADA/GHTS2Bku-vc/s1600-h/22-03-09_1737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TjZ7UluKMgc/ScmqERRCHcI/AAAAAAAAADA/GHTS2Bku-vc/s320/22-03-09_1737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316967825418624450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taken by azhar.&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='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-2300432300861751746?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjZ7UluKMgc/Scmk-nxm4jI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Df7gD6ApM1M/s72-c/x0x0-0315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-5741185130771746765</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 14:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-13T00:21:15.430+08:00</atom:updated><title>hectic yet relieves</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ive already gt my spm results today. yay me! no more anxiousness swirling my dear. heee;) im happy wif my result but i aint telling YOU at all. im a very shy person. (oohh yeah, OBVIOUSLY i am!) haha. fyi, ive known my result from my beloved 'anjangku yang tersangatlah advance'. ive received phone called early in the mornig (to be honest, its not tat early) heee.. from my anjang. she told me about my results and her daughter's as well. im so freaking nervous bt at tat moment, i wsnt giving her the right reaction at all. haha. i just woke up bha. can be consider bha2. hehe. hmm. lost my word already la. haiya! ok2. till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-5741185130771746765?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/03/hectic-yet-relieves.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-5562422321365213169</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 13:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-11T22:37:20.165+08:00</atom:updated><title>could it be more appalling! sh*t!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;urghh. im sooo in total nervous right now. i cant even types all this words right! it's a big day tomorrow!Oh my, oh my, help me to calm down peeps! im excited(well, im not tat excited tho) about receiving the letter from UNIKL but but it soo not my type of course tat im interested to apply in. but i'll think more about tat eh. urghhhh. we'll see about tomorrow cayh. but for sure i aint telling you guys here. unless i gt a very very nice results then, i would be disdainfully to announce it here. AHAHA. jk jk. i wont tell it no matter what my result could be. no way! HAHA*anxious laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ohh forgot to tell you, i ws suprised when komag, k-rel, mizul, gaynol &amp;amp; fatin fana showed up at my house tis evening. dah bujang dah cdak ehh. HAHA. *bongok* we talked &amp;amp; talked. as usual, stupid stuffs &amp;amp; they bluffing a lot! Haiyaa, they never change laa. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i received lots of text messages from my friends telling about how anxious they are &amp;amp; asking me whether will i show up at school tomorrow. *sighs*  i'll see about tat. urghhh. i hate tis feeling! stop thinking too much about tomorow!! damn! its killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; -end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-5562422321365213169?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/03/could-it-be-more-appalling-sht.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-8213222816256256268</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 06:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-09T16:40:10.736+08:00</atom:updated><title>im being pointless here. i know i know.</title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;im so dying of boredom right now. pathetically i AM! my dad didnt even allow me to go anywhere by car all by myself although i already pass my jpj test. i mean, drive it! yea2, i know i know im not having license yet but come on! i can drove car before when i ws with him bha. &amp;amp; he surely noticed how good i am. duly he MUST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;perghh. im starting to rant here ehh. ok2. well im not going to talk about my dad about being tremendously protective. GOSH! although sometimes its annoyed me. bt it ws jst not his fault. im sometimes being super duper hyper &amp;amp; imprudent ( i mean, SOMETIMES, i bet) ws very very worried my parents. somehow, bear in mind tat you should care about your loved ones hav to say about you. because, they know you better than any1 else. so, pfft!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;fast forward..i need to hangout wf my friends. urghh. ive been stuck here in my home like almost a week. bt been stuck in school ws even worst.*im too cool for school* HAHA. 8least here i gt myself peace &amp;amp; calm. &amp;amp; comfy myself with pleasant activities*faking it*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;truth to be told, im missing my friends freakingly soo terribly much (too exaggerate)*shrugs* well, last two night, i texted fatin (oh my, how much i miss her including elis, jijie, ddee, ejan, nadia, ween, tira, fatin fana, odd, shasha, sai, esam, ikwan, esan, max, apek, syamil etc etc.) she told me about hows their hangout went last saturday. she said how she miss me. aww. i miss u 2 my dear. HAHA. *ingga2*. hopefully, she will never ever read this! JK JK. she told me how i can be a GREAT GREAT ( not that great for sure la. LOL) planner on hangout or trip. well, like always (not tat always), im the one who planned everything about the hangout and sort of things (to be specific, not everything la). im the one who asked everybody out to go somewhere. although sometimes my idea can be shitty foolish ideas of all. HAHA. bt it still reasonable bhaa. MORE reasonable than shafiq idea about having a trip to thailand or brunei jst bcoz i already gt my driving license. *feel sorry for him* HAHA. he is hillarious anyway. cant erase all those funny memories with him when we'r both having driving class last month.*giggling silently*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-8213222816256256268?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-dying-of-boredom-right-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-307130356348345620</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2009 16:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-09T00:35:14.538+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjZ7UluKMgc/SbPxtCvO02I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JG8e9nQl8XA/s1600-h/mtv_the_hills_300x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjZ7UluKMgc/SbPxtCvO02I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JG8e9nQl8XA/s320/mtv_the_hills_300x225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310854141731328866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="QBJudFVUEh4vbsftext"   style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:11px;" class="secondaryColor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(the hills soundtrack. me likey=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-307130356348345620?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-unwritten-cant-read-my-mind-im.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TjZ7UluKMgc/SbPxtCvO02I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JG8e9nQl8XA/s72-c/mtv_the_hills_300x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-8046500017008489802</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-08T00:43:29.859+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>dreams</category><title>Intuition or just coincidence?</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hmm. i've heard some of my friends hav this dreams about having their spm result( i mean nightmare). but different for me. few nights back, im not having dreams about spm thingy but it something like i never thought of having it. i keep on thinking tat this very particular person in my dream would never ever contacting me again. but i was wrong. next day after having tat dream, he/she (dont want  to be specific here) texted me. i was suprised. but yet act calm about it. i keep on thinking should i or shouldnt i reply his/her text. fortunately, i did reply. i dont think it was a bad decision at all. like we're friends bha. so no harm on just replying his/ her text aite. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my dream. in tat dream, it seems like i was very close to him/her. we're having lunch together with my other friends. it doesnt looked awkward at all. we're jst laughing and talking stuffs tat im not sure about what at all. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the restaurant also looked weird. like, come on! it has bed instead of table (pls pls dont misunderstood it my dear) we're just eat eat eat &amp;amp; talking &amp;amp; laughing like what i usually do with my besties. once i woke up, i was totally in blur. WHATTAHECK was that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;this really reminds me of what i used to read somewhere( cant remember where exactly) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;' if you suddenly having dreams about this very particular person that you never have it before, i might shows tat the person in your dreams, is missing u'&lt;/span&gt; urghh. at first, i didnt take it seriously laa but but, when he/she texted me, it feels like intuition bha( sound so cliche oo). but it does. LAME~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im nt gonna tell you anything about what we texted la. it ws very personal bha hunny. it jst between me &amp;amp; him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-8046500017008489802?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/03/intuition-or-just-coincidence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-298653718413618739</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-07T02:51:43.807+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pathetics</category><title>this anxiousness is killing me!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ohh spm! im feeling soo WROUGHT-UP right now.  trying my best to outmoded all this pathetic feeling out from me. *sigh* being caught up in our own feeling ws very distracted. &amp;amp; i hate it. somehow, i need to face it no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;theres been alot happen lately. &amp;amp; it ws so confusing &amp;amp; sometimes irritate me like hell. how much i hate being left out is keep on bugging me since like forever. ohhh. it sound so LAME. bt tat is how i feel right now. jealousy is my major problem. im weak  &amp;amp; i admit tat. every time im thinking or some1 asking bout tat past memories, im soo in tears &amp;amp; pain. &amp;amp; it also dragging me away from the pleasurable events all around me. urghh. pathetic. im trying getting away from my past. &amp;amp; thinking tat only future's all that matters. bt it is hard. im jst being paranoid. *sigh*. stay happy &amp;amp; cheerful are what i did alot toward keeping me out of as much of the drama swirling  as possible &amp;amp; to alleviate the situations. im nt a typical person tat share my woes to others. confiding in others is nt what i can easily takes &amp;amp; i also have trust issues. life never bring you what you expect bt it usually bring you more. i  keep urging myself to think the bright side of everthing bad tat happen to me. hopefully, i can get trough all this in no times.*perhaps*-end&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-298653718413618739?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/03/anxiousness-is-killing-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-3508185814662108045</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 05:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-05T13:44:01.873+08:00</atom:updated><title>im in love dgn ituuu abg JPJ. HAHA</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;at last! ive done my jpj test &amp;amp;  i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;PASS!.GOSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;im &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; excited right now. VERY VERY excited. no more drvg lesson for me babeh. no more kecuakan dlm dri slps dtengking instrctor garang. HAHA. im glad its over. btw, ignore tat title. just kidding bha lalink. fyi, i ws in session 1. &amp;amp; im the 5th person. my hands were shaking so badly. it ws totally nervewracking laa. fortunately, i gt a very nice 'JPJ guy'. he did help me sometimes. pheww. what a relief! HAHA. yay me! *agog*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-3508185814662108045?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-in-love-dgn-ituuu-abg-jpj-haha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-1907868747168565864</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-04T22:18:56.117+08:00</atom:updated><title>*cheers*</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Newbie is in the house babeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;im excited about this blog bt im in total blurr about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MAYDAY MAYDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;crap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thx to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;azhar&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;deb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, very goodfriends of mine tat introduced me to tis CORPUS. hoh!*cheers* im nt tat into inkslinging stuffs. sorry if my blog content zero info for u guys or there MIGHT be harsh words tat will intentional hurtfull to ANY1. lol. be my guest to comment anything about everything that i write  in here. well, as i know, tat IS the purpose of people having their own blog aite. hmm. i end my words here lah-oh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. later&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-1907868747168565864?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261878199817384373.post-8488372136746371764</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 19:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-04T11:58:22.430+08:00</atom:updated><title>Kickoff.hee:)</title><description>&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zero start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;completely &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;BLANK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mortified*loba ehh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im in LOVE bt still confuse about it*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no idea about anything AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stimulating my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/1261878199817384373-8488372136746371764?l=zyedatool.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zyedatool.blogspot.com/2009/03/kickoffhee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (zai)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>