<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381</id><updated>2011-10-26T08:19:16.560+08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Blabs'/><category term='Hobbies'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Music'/><category term='stars'/><category term='random'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Kpop'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='love'/><category term='TV Shows'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Just One of those Things.</title><subtitle type='html'>I am the author of my own life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-7146354592717954696</id><published>2011-10-26T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:19:16.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Shadow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm tired of being shadowed by you all this time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-7146354592717954696?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7146354592717954696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=7146354592717954696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7146354592717954696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7146354592717954696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2011/10/shadow.html' title='Shadow.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-7285827001963761390</id><published>2011-06-24T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T16:41:51.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on fashion.</title><content type='html'>I've read an interview with SNSD, and came across this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Q38. Do you think your fashion has to suit the taste of someone you like?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seohyun: Although it’s important to wear something you like, to a certain extend, trying to match the taste of people you like is not a bad choice too. (Smiles)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Spot on, &lt;i&gt;Seo Joohyun&lt;/i&gt; :) I have to agree with her. &lt;b&gt;It's important to wear what we like, but sometimes, it's not bad to dress according to the taste of the person we like too. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't  you guys agree? As long as we don't lose ourselves, that is ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Maknae is getting wiser and wiser with her words &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough blabbing. Bye, love :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-7285827001963761390?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7285827001963761390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=7285827001963761390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7285827001963761390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7285827001963761390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-read-interview-with-snsd-and-came.html' title='Thoughts on fashion.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-9163038829190570843</id><published>2011-06-24T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:52:06.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>It's that time of the semester again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;-Bismillah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exam is starting in another four days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truthfully, I don't really care about exams. I just want this semester to be over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, well, exams are important too. Which means I actually have to study. Haih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck and pray for me people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;InsyaAllah, everything will be okay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;You’re following behind me but&lt;br /&gt;I’m only running forward&lt;br /&gt;I jump on top of the table you’re sitting at&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Myriad Pro', 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I AM THE BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: 'Myriad Pro', 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;- 2ne1's "I'm the Best"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(78, 78, 78); font-family: 'Myriad Pro', 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;It's so vain, but I love it :p&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/1282936420901661381-9163038829190570843?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/9163038829190570843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=9163038829190570843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/9163038829190570843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/9163038829190570843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-that-time-of-semester-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the semester again.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-7857132697868644784</id><published>2011-06-06T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T13:20:09.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>I'm going to that very place where Kyuhyun, Seohyun, Jaehyo, Onew was born :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;.... where SM ent is located.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;.... where all my fave cliche Korean drama was filmed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;.... where Kimchi is located.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;.... where Super Junior, SNSD, Shinee is staying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right. Imma go to Seoul, baby. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;S.E.O.U.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap, I'm excited. Well, to tell you the truth... It's not because of those reasons I stated above... But because I'm going there.. Backpacking... WITH MY FREAKING BEST FRIEND AND HER SISTAHHH!! &amp;lt;3 Just thinking about it make me feel so excited, far more knowing how adventurous these two people are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who went there always says that Seoul is really pretty-and those definitely coming from people who are non K-Pop lovers. So i'm definitely looking forward to visit all those places I see in dramas and TV shows!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GFVTYSFDEDATGFVAUVU I'm so excited I can't even talk properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self: Call Emily Gan, Shuhaib, Tuyah's brother for tips :) And more reasons to watch more Korean Dramas! Yeay! I mean, before I go, I should practice some Korean words, no? Heheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look at this video and you know you want to go there too ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="350" height="229" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/up6n1WrB7aE?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nadrah and Tawfik is so going to kill me for cancelling my NZ trip. But next year, okay guys? InsyaAllah. I swear I was this near to pay for the plane tickets to NZ when I'm invited to go to Seoul... And my mum said it's better for me to go to Seoul this year, and she says I can go to NZ next year (: So no worries! I'm definitely will visit you guys someday!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;MUCH LOVE! Muahh &amp;lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: Hmmm.... which new Korean Drama I should start watching now...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-7857132697868644784?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7857132697868644784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=7857132697868644784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7857132697868644784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7857132697868644784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-going-to-that-very-place-where.html' title='I&apos;m going to that very place where Kyuhyun, Seohyun, Jaehyo, Onew was born :D'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/up6n1WrB7aE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-1810641210554756375</id><published>2011-05-30T04:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T02:51:43.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Love is ouch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I’m going to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Higher to that faraway place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: medium; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm not going to be fooled anymore by sweet temptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: medium; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It’s a new start, now it’s time to part ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: medium; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Once again, I'm boldly making my exit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&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/1282936420901661381-1810641210554756375?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1810641210554756375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=1810641210554756375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/1810641210554756375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/1810641210554756375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-is-ouch.html' title='Love is ouch.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-8428102384614917285</id><published>2011-05-28T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:56:11.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Perhimpunan Sejuta Belia!</title><content type='html'>Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not for the fun fair/games/youths gathering whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only want to see this eight precious little things ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://superjuniorfanssite.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/242445534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 523px;" src="http://superjuniorfanssite.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/242445534.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my hate for the crowds surpassed my love for Super Junior :( Sorry oppas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elf's gonna hate me~ Mianhae! But I CANNOT stand crowds. Which explains why I rarely go to concert? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://13boys.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/13boys289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 344px;" src="http://13boys.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/13boys289.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: Kyuhyun oppa, let's not be sad. Next time we'll see each other~ Okay? &lt;/span&gt;(Haha okay me and my fantasies :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dummm di dummm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1282936420901661381-8428102384614917285?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8428102384614917285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=8428102384614917285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8428102384614917285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8428102384614917285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/perhimpunan-sejuta-belia.html' title='Perhimpunan Sejuta Belia!'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-9170102642712004496</id><published>2011-05-27T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T17:09:53.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>School Holidays...</title><content type='html'>NOT. Not for me anymore :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why when I was small, I always felt jealous seeing my older cousins went to the University. They look so free and happy. Now that I am here, it's really pressuring. Especially in this short semester. Literature Review, interviews, articles... It's easy to feel so tired nowadays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, I'm stuck in UIA, yet AGAIN. My parents are going to Melaka and Universal Studios in Singapore this weekend with my brothers, since it's the school holidays. Funny how recently I easily felt as if I'm being left out every time some event occur in my household. Not anyone's fault though. I cannot do anything about my schedule this semester. It's pressuring though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-9170102642712004496?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/9170102642712004496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=9170102642712004496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/9170102642712004496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/9170102642712004496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/school-holidays.html' title='School Holidays...'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-5803844733754271289</id><published>2011-05-26T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:28:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 years of love.</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current jam. Almost cried first time listening to the vid ^^&lt;br /&gt;Cho Kyuhyun - 7 years of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KG3z0i-jFPc?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met for seven years&lt;br /&gt;No one knew we would say goodbye this easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However we still separated&lt;br /&gt;With the memories we built for a long time, now gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we at such a young age&lt;br /&gt;Meet each other, I don’t even remember how&lt;br /&gt;Difficult for us to handle the maps of our changing selves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said saying goodbyes are painful&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t even have time to feel that&lt;br /&gt;I just thought this is the way staying composed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;But I cried&lt;br /&gt;Time passed it gave me a simple yearning &lt;br /&gt;Different from what my mind was seeing&lt;br /&gt;At first friends then next as lovers&lt;br /&gt;We said we’d stay as friends even if we separated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those 3 years spent alone&lt;br /&gt;We contacted each other sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I met someone else again&lt;br /&gt;Even I loved again&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I was sad I would call you without a word just tears falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to meet a good person&lt;br /&gt;I thought in my heart without any words&lt;br /&gt;I asked if you still liked me without any thought hoping you say it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;We had the most pure love&lt;br /&gt;Back then we thought that kind of love couldn’t be done again se we saved it in out memories&lt;br /&gt;Often I feel a cold feeling from you&lt;br /&gt;But now I know you can not ask anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m getting married” is what you said to me&lt;br /&gt;After that for a long time I was speechless&lt;br /&gt;Then I cried they were your last words to me&lt;br /&gt;For the only words I wanted to hear was that you loved me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-5803844733754271289?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5803844733754271289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=5803844733754271289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5803844733754271289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5803844733754271289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2011/05/7-years-of-love.html' title='7 years of love.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KG3z0i-jFPc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-5963706504407649395</id><published>2010-12-02T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:53:19.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>First of December, 2010 (:</title><content type='html'>It's already December. Time flies so fast...&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;Anyway, today, I spent time with the girls- Aina, Alisa, Nadrah- plus Haqeem and Iffah at Sunway Pyramid. As usual, ice skating-our back-up activity if not karaoke-&lt;i&gt;ing&lt;/i&gt;. Hehe. The others were as usual, busy (-_-). So, it's the only four of us. But I had a great time today. Thanks guys (: Yang tak pergi tu, sila plan next reunion ye. Penat saya pelan kamu semua asyik tidak datang sahaja. Haha. Marah ni (^v^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived home around 5.30pm and went straight to sleep. It was really tiring-walking non-stop, skating, driving. Jam pulak tu. Huhu. Woke up around 6pm, re-do laundry yang Amin tak settlekan, bersihkan diri etc. After Maghrib, I was just thinking about skipping dinner and sleeping instead-when mum said we're going to eat dinner at Marche. Dayyum. How in the world can i resist Marche? (-_-) After thinking about the marginal benefit (FOODS) and marginal cost (the time spent jogging with Nadrah) I decided to go, obviously. Memang lah habis semua aku sapu. Banyak pulak tu. Haih :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, what a great way to spend the first day of December (: Great place, great ambiance, great food, very very awesome people ♥♥♥ Hopefully, it is a great start to a great month-seeing that school starting next week. Hmmph. Hehe :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-5963706504407649395?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5963706504407649395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=5963706504407649395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5963706504407649395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5963706504407649395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-of-december-2010.html' title='First of December, 2010 (:'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-86575085359019683</id><published>2010-11-28T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T14:57:12.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>The Other Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny how I always root for the second guy in any dramas/movies-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one who NEVER gets the girl :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof: Full House, Sungkyunkwan Scandal, Autumn in My Heart, You're Beautiful, Spring Waltz, My Girl... and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart whenever I reached the end of the story because the one I root for never gets a happy ending. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*bak kata Toyah... Minat main character je cukup ^^ hehe&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/1282936420901661381-86575085359019683?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/86575085359019683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=86575085359019683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/86575085359019683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/86575085359019683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2010/11/other-guys.html' title='The Other Guy'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-8879435905778128800</id><published>2010-11-25T13:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T14:21:03.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Holidays, again :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be happy, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; don't like school, class, whatever... but I hate being bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till holiday's over, but I don't want to go back to the university as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird me, eh? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I have many pending Japanese/Korean stories in my hard disk. Teehee :D Oh well, I guess holidays is not that bad. As long as I have these dramas, life is complete! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64RFnoHhWvE/TJy8yWgNZ-I/AAAAAAAAQ0A/K8wBxBEmlZ4/s1600/Sungkyunkwan+Scandal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 489px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64RFnoHhWvE/TJy8yWgNZ-I/AAAAAAAAQ0A/K8wBxBEmlZ4/s1600/Sungkyunkwan+Scandal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKK, here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-8879435905778128800?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8879435905778128800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=8879435905778128800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8879435905778128800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8879435905778128800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2010/11/holidays-again.html' title='Holidays, again :('/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64RFnoHhWvE/TJy8yWgNZ-I/AAAAAAAAQ0A/K8wBxBEmlZ4/s72-c/Sungkyunkwan+Scandal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-2983064936204397768</id><published>2010-07-12T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:40:14.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>First day, and I'm "done"</title><content type='html'>I'm back in IIUM.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm not saying that sentence in a very happy way. Imagine me saying that with my sulky face and not-so-cheerful voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've done my pre-reg earlier, and paid all my fees, I thought everything will go smoothly today. But I was wrong. It was just like during the first time I registered here. Walk here and there, got &lt;i&gt;sesat-ed&lt;/i&gt;, not knowing where the class is... And the number of human beings here seems like triple the amount of the short semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Macam ni lah baru rasa macam Universiti betul&lt;/i&gt;" One of my friends quoted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this is the real situation, I prefer the long semester to be like the short semester anytime. Before, when we go to class, there are barely anyone else on the road, on the stairs etc. But now, it seems like there are people everywhere, and the traffic is just worse. It's like we have to wait for a whole ten minutes before we can cross the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't even GET INTO the freaking bank to pay my compound. It's only RM 10 and I still have to pay at the bank. And the bank is so full, wait, not bank, BANKS, to be exact. There are three banks, yet, all of them are full with people. Three times I went to all the banks, and three times I still can't get into any of the banks. And the bookshop moved to a new place, so my time is wasted again to find the new place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out early today to make sure that I will not be late for my first class-which is Principle of Microeconomics, only to find out that class is cancelled. Great. Second class was okay, just the introduction of the course outline, blah blah. Third class, heh, introduction, revision from foundation subjects, and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Oh yes class, next week is our first quiz, please be ready"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like "eh? Madam ni serious ke?" But she was not laughing or smiling at all. So yeah, first day and to be told that you have a quiz on the upcoming class. Great eh? Thank God she gave me a bonus mark as I answered her question, thus my mood is lighten up again. If not... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth to be told, I have no right to complain. I know that. But it's just that I'm too tired today, and I feel like as if I have to let everything out. At least I'm not being too &lt;i&gt;mengada.&lt;/i&gt; One of my friends was complaining how hurt her feet is and how it starts to bleed already (she's exaggerating). Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm thankful for the presence of all my friends beside me today. Them being there ease my tension a lot, and I can't imagine today without all of them. Every time I feel like throwing tantrum, someone would always remind me to be patient. And I'm really thankful for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tidak mengapa, apa-apapun, like Hanisah quoted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"PASTIKAN HARI ESOK, SENTIASA LEBIH BAIK DARIPADA HARI INI!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah Hanis, we'll make sure of that (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;POSITIVE THINKING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/1282936420901661381-2983064936204397768?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2983064936204397768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=2983064936204397768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2983064936204397768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2983064936204397768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-day-and-im-done.html' title='First day, and I&apos;m &quot;done&quot;'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-7181611029887434449</id><published>2010-07-08T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:42:09.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Guitar Prodigy.</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this is nothing much. It's just that I found these awesome videos while surfing you tube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kid is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he's a guitar prodigy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe (: Check him out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sungha Jung, ladies and gentlemen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here is a cover of "You raise me up" by him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0A2KopEjHM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0A2KopEjHM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is his own composition. Awesome, I tell you. Much better than all his cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UD39KZnL9hs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UD39KZnL9hs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&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;Ohhhh, and the best part? He's only fourteen. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-7181611029887434449?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7181611029887434449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=7181611029887434449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7181611029887434449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7181611029887434449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2010/07/guitar-prodigy.html' title='Guitar Prodigy.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-4702371346956182154</id><published>2010-07-06T12:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:58:14.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Time, please stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pejam celik, pejam celik, &lt;/i&gt;it's been almost three weeks into my holidays. In less than seven days, I need to go back to UIA to register for the new semester. Time flies so fast. I'm not sure whether it's because I'm not ready to leave my &lt;i&gt;comfy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;bed, or it's just because I'm nervous for the challenges that I will probably face for the next semester, but I definitely doesn't feel like going back to UIA anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I used to look forward going back to the life in the dorm every week after going back home before, since Form 4 when I was first enrolled in a boarding school, up until in CFSIIUM Nilai. The thought of sitting in a big circle, sharing foods and stories with the dormies every time I return at the dorm always give me some kind of excitement. But now, in UIA Gombak, living in a room of only four people, there's no more excitement. Don't get me wrong, my roomies are cool, but it's just not the same like before, you know? I miss my dormies back in Integomb and Nilai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And yeah, I know how I used to complain that Nilai campus is so small, unlike other universities -I TAKE BACK MY WORDS!! Gombak is so big, and, trust me, although I've been there for one semester already, I still got sesat-ed every time I go to class alone. The roads are so confusing, and I need to go out 45minutes before class starts in case anything happens. And we need to walk to class. No bus. Great huh? In addition, my room is at the highest mahallah, Nusaibah, on the highest block, Block 5, at the highest level, level 5. The view's great. I can practically see the whole Uia's business center from my room, but to &lt;/span&gt;naik turun tangga&lt;/i&gt;, God, help me! (BTW, our &lt;i&gt;mahallah tangga&lt;/i&gt; was dubbed the UIA batu Caves, no kidding :)) No high heels anymore. I can barely made it with flats. And no point eating lunch at business center. By the time I reached my room, I'll look for food straightaway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wish I can stop complaining, but I can't stop it. The thought of having to stay here for another four years always give me the weird feeling. Sometimes, I wish I could go back to high school, and stay seventeen forever-(but of course, if there's no more SPM :) Plus everything should be legal at 17) Hehe. But then, I wouldn't meet these great new friends who've I met at the University, and would not gain new experiences and adventures. Guess even growing up have their own pros and cons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Haih -_- Whatever&lt;i&gt;lah.&lt;/i&gt; I guess I just have to endure all this and try my best in having fun along the way-while trying to get good results for every semester. So many thinking need to be done!!! So much stupidity for wanting to grow up as fast as I can when I was a teenager. I wish I listened to my parents advice back then. Then I would be more prepared for now. But time will never stop, and life goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aiyahh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-4702371346956182154?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4702371346956182154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=4702371346956182154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4702371346956182154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4702371346956182154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-please-stop.html' title='Time, please stop.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-31138633696319869</id><published>2010-07-02T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:02:13.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Uh, hi?</title><content type='html'>Okay. This is embarrassing. I know how I've said many times before that I wanted to update my blog. But it never happens. It's either I'm too busy, or I forget about it. Whenever I have ideas to write on my blog, there's always some kind of circumstances such as no connection, or no lappy. But when I'm free, I have no idea what to write on my blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, my grammar sucks more now, right? Since leaving high school, I don't think I've ever written a proper essay. And the fact that I'm exempted from taking English classes in UIA didn't help me at all (not that I am not thankful, I am very on fact-it shortens my studying period). I think my English got very very rusty.  Yes, this ex-head English facilitator in high school English sucks now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus the fact that my life is not that interesting is the next factor why this blog is dead. I have practically nothing to write. I envy those who always update their blogs with interesting stories and pictures. If I were to write about my life, it would all be about food and TV's all day.  Thats what I did nowadays. Watch TV, go eat, looking outside the window. Dull, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, although I rarely update my blog, I always go online to read your blogs :) So keep on writing, you guys are actually helping me keeping occupied during my free time. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And again, I promise I'll try my best to update my blog often. (You can help by suggesting my parents to buy me a broadband to bring to the Uni, since connection sucks) I can't believe that is an International University! -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: Again, can you tell me your links? So that I could link anyone who have blogs (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-31138633696319869?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/31138633696319869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=31138633696319869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/31138633696319869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/31138633696319869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2010/07/uh-hi.html' title='Uh, hi?'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-525506451200901125</id><published>2010-01-15T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:14:58.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Omona, I DID NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Otoke&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I deleted the name of the blogs that I followed and been reading all this time. As you can see, my sahabat section is null, nothing at all. So, it will be very helpful if you guys leave your links here :) along with names please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please and &lt;em&gt;kamsamida&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BEEN IN FRONT OF LAPPY SINCE 9am, FINISHING "UNDERSTANDING ISLAM" ASSIGNMENTS. CLASS AT 8am TOMORROW. Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-525506451200901125?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/525506451200901125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=525506451200901125&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/525506451200901125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/525506451200901125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2010/01/omona-i-did-not.html' title='Omona, I DID NOT!'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-3708783392627513934</id><published>2010-01-09T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:42:18.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Worn out.</title><content type='html'>Assignments. Not very helpful group members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome, and peningness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this is all over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-3708783392627513934?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3708783392627513934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=3708783392627513934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3708783392627513934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3708783392627513934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2010/01/worn-out.html' title='Worn out.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-5608713504629746773</id><published>2009-12-06T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:33:23.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait for the holidays to come!! One week more, one week more ;D KOREAN DRAMAS waiting for me at homee! Hehe ( Tak sedar diri that there's more papers after holz-the exams)&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTI, come fast! I'm shouting, dancing, calling for you! Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-5608713504629746773?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5608713504629746773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=5608713504629746773&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5608713504629746773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5608713504629746773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-wait-for-holidays-to-come-one.html' title=''/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-95995766380679851</id><published>2009-12-04T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:50:01.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again:)</title><content type='html'>It's been long, I know. When I opened my blog just now, I just discovered that my last post was on September 17th, which is like ages ago. But, don't worry. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm back&lt;/span&gt; :D Only 2 months more at Nilai here, and then bye bye Nilai, hello home. Can't wait. Before that, I need to study for my Mid sem test which is starting tomorrow :D Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta! Wish me luck &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-95995766380679851?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/95995766380679851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=95995766380679851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/95995766380679851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/95995766380679851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-again.html' title='Hello again:)'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-2106983093938249730</id><published>2009-09-17T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:13:53.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>People come, people goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;PEOPLE :D Heyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh, I realized that my blog looks kinda "dead" nowdays. I guess I'm just too busy preparing for my finals (more to sleep, kot) and rarely have enough time to update my blog. My friends here called me a study freak, and always tell me to ease a bit. Trust me, I'm not a study freak. All I do is stare into space most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the revision week here in UIA, as our finals are approaching on the third day of Eid Mubarak. We're allowed to go home, but I decided not to, as I know I will not be studying anything if I go home. At least if I stay, well, okay I slept a lot, but at least I touch my books a bit. Most people already went back last week, and it's just the nine of us here. And today, most of my friends went home already, so it's down to me and honey only. The two of us, in this big dorm for 20 people, and among the few people left in UIA. Even all the restaurants here are closed, so for berbuka, we have to travel far to KFC or Semarak for foods to break our fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God Honey's still here, if not, I don't know what I'm going to do. At least when I'm lonely, I know there's another Korean freak with me here in the dorm :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382105589743071458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SrEUhKxHsOI/AAAAAAAAALA/LxovwiTqK94/s320/Image0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Aina, being a Korean freak is not that bad you know ^^ Well, I rarely listen to any English songs nor Malay songs anymore, but that's because Korean songs suits me better, I guess. Hehe. Ahh, I am especially addicted to the new girl band, f(x)! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-884d9a3e25af8288" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D884d9a3e25af8288%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331441519%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1ABE52A3C57C7A1E35B6782CD3CEF30434F6350F.55BFCCCF243F6EE8F59997C57BE35AE51584CCF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D884d9a3e25af8288%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRoXPpf3hm0SPt3RaviiHfhF9WeE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D884d9a3e25af8288%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331441519%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1ABE52A3C57C7A1E35B6782CD3CEF30434F6350F.55BFCCCF243F6EE8F59997C57BE35AE51584CCF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D884d9a3e25af8288%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRoXPpf3hm0SPt3RaviiHfhF9WeE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-2106983093938249730?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2106983093938249730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=2106983093938249730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2106983093938249730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2106983093938249730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-come-people-goes.html' title='People come, people goes'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SrEUhKxHsOI/AAAAAAAAALA/LxovwiTqK94/s72-c/Image0136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-3270782790758583240</id><published>2009-08-05T09:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:10:33.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Run like there's no tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>I have a problem of waking up early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nowadays&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, I used to be the earliest one up, at 5am normally, to study without any interruption. I was even given the responsibility to wake others at 6am for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Subuh&lt;/span&gt; prayers. But lately, during this second period of this semester, after getting here back after the mid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; holidays, I woke up late almost everyday. Once, I even woke at 6.30am. I feel bad when sometimes, everybody overslept, and they performed their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Subuh&lt;/span&gt; late. It just sorta feel like it's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; to wake everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up at 6am. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Itupun&lt;/span&gt; someone else wake me up. After getting my bath and all, I feel so sleepy, so I decided to take a short nap, until 7. But when I woke up, it's already 8.15am- and my class supposedly starts at 9am. I jumped out of my bed, and quickly went to iron my clothes. By the time I'm done, it's already 8.30am. Seeing that I don't have time to eat breakfast, I grabbed an energy bar and make a cup of instant coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished my so-called breakfast, it's already 8.45am. I'm usually are ready for class at this time, but my precious stomach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;buat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hal&lt;/span&gt;. So, I went to the toilet, and by the time I'm out, it's nearly 9am. I quickly get ready, and when I'm out of the dorm with a friend of mine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tuyyah&lt;/span&gt;, it's already 9am. We were running as fast as we can, trying our best to reach class before the lecturer does. Unfortunately, when we arrived, sweating and all, she's already in. We look at each other, and knock the door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Assalamualaikum&lt;/span&gt; Madam, sorry we're late.&lt;br /&gt;Madam : Oh, class cancelled. I postponed it until Friday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Oraite&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Us: HUH?&lt;br /&gt;The others: Smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tuyyah&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Knape&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kitaorg&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Them: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kiteorg&lt;/span&gt; pun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;baru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;smpai&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;baru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tahu&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Soorry&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we walked back to our dorm. On our way, we met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Narissa&lt;/span&gt;, who's in the same class with us. When she sees us, she was jumping and shouting " AND I THOUGHT I WAS LATE". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, girl, you're just lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! I don't want to be late ever again. Well, if possible, that is. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-3270782790758583240?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3270782790758583240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=3270782790758583240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3270782790758583240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3270782790758583240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/08/run-like-theres-no-tomorrow.html' title='Run like there&apos;s no tomorrow.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-8928925895175679935</id><published>2009-08-03T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:20:29.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Gee :D</title><content type='html'>Something awfully funny happened in class this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our statistic class this morning, we were learning a new chapter, Probability Distribution. The class went on as usual (by usual,I mean sleepy) Hehe. Until this one part when our Madam were explaining about probability distribution. She was saying something about boy girl girl is BGG, girl girl boy is GGB, and then she said girl girl girl GGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she said that, the whole class burst out laughing. Madam didn't know why we laughed, so she said " ape lah, bukan nye jijik pun". Haha, but actually, all of us were laughing because we immediately thought about the song "Gee by Girls Generation". Some of the girls even danced out some steps of dance for the song. Even the boys were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people look blur though. As I said before, if you live here, and you don't know any Koreans dramas or music or bands, you'll be considered a weirdo. Especially if you're never heard of gee. Haha. And then, for the rest of the class, all of us kept on repeating gee gee gee. Poor Madam, she looked a bit lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all now :D In the meantime, for those who never heard of Gee, here it is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7mPqycQ0tQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7mPqycQ0tQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-8928925895175679935?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8928925895175679935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=8928925895175679935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8928925895175679935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8928925895175679935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/08/gee-d.html' title='Gee :D'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-989823315994463755</id><published>2009-08-01T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:21:46.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MID’S OVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Salam Everybody!! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates recently. I’ve been really busy with my University life here in UIA-mid semester, debate club and all. Yeah, I miss the time when I could go online anytime I want, writing craps on my blog, stare at the computer screen for hours doing nothing. Ahh, NOW, I do regret taking the holidays for granted, saying that I can’t wait for university life to start. It’s not that much of what I expected. It’s busier, packer, and free time to really enjoy my sleep is all I wished for after days of non stop lectures, meetings and activities. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But it’s not really that bad anyway. I got the coolest dorm mates and classmates ever. My seniors are supercool, and the I just found out that Faiz is going to be our debate trainer starting from next week! YEAY! Haha, don’t get me wrong, he’s not my boyfriend or crush or something. He’s my ex trainer in Integomb! He’s the coolest trainer ever! I bet Nisa’s (if you’re reading this) swearing and cursing me right now! Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mid Term Test just finished today, alhamdulillah. It was okay, I guess. Well, except for Arab maybe :( Anyway, as soon as after we finished our exam today, guess what I did? My dorm mates, Naemah particularly, asked me to join them to go to Nilai Square, which is located right next to our University. She said that this is the chance for me to explore Nilai, since lots of people have been laughing at me, seeing that I LIVE in Nilai, but never once in my life I went to Nilai Square. My first impression is that, well, it’s bigger than I expected. I nearly puked as I never seen that much clothes in my life. Everywhere you turned around, there’s clothes, and clothes and cloths. But hey! I’VE BEEN TO NILAI SQUARE already! :p Which makes me a true Nilai-an! HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And there was so many people there. I guess it’s because the ERA PERODUA thingamajig’s here, and there were so many uh, &lt;em&gt;popular&lt;/em&gt; (?) artists there today, as a concert was held during that night (now).&amp;#160; By popular, I meant artist such as, Liyana Jasmay, Sofaz, and Aznil Nawawi. Not that I’m a big fan of them anyway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, help me! I just turned into a big KOREAN DRAMA FREAK! I mean, I can’t help it. Most of my dormies are Korean freak, and living with them kinda make you exposed to those things too. And it’s addictive! I can even speak a few Korean words now. ARASA! Hehe. And the actors are way WAY hot too! Don’t believe me? See: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SnRdg_zmrTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Az5vvHL9Tr0/s1600-h/kim-bum-90310008%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="kim-bum-90310008" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="kim-bum-90310008" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SnRdiA1ULPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/z-k0nRDgAkc/kim-bum-90310008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my latest crush, Kim Bum xD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay I really need to go and scream at those people who are performing at the Era’s concert right now. Freaking loud and annoying! As is they can’t see the mosque which is situated right next to their base!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Till then, salam! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-989823315994463755?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/989823315994463755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=989823315994463755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/989823315994463755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/989823315994463755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/08/mids-over.html' title='MID’S OVER!'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SnRdiA1ULPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/z-k0nRDgAkc/s72-c/kim-bum-90310008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-7935223165090146534</id><published>2009-06-30T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:46:39.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Talk to me.</title><content type='html'>Class cancelled, so here I am, blogging away. Just for a few minutes, as I need to prepare for a small quiz tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, we were supposed to have our computer class at 4 today. Lina, Hanis and I rushed to first level from third level (Tilawah Class), excited about the computer class. "Excited" la en, as we will get our result for last week's quiz today. Supposedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all of us forget to bring the timetable, we didn't know where our computer class will be. Thank Godness finding the class is not that hard, as when we reach at first floor, I can see all my classmates from my computer class in one corner. We waited for about 5 minutes for the class before to empty the class. When they started to enter the class, I noticed a small paper glued to the class's front door. Miss Ruzana left a note for us, saying that class is cancelled, as she is on her medical leave (^^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the girls that the class was cancelled. Everyone cheered (DUH) and then, I went to the guys, to informed them that the class was cancelled, as they sat a little bit farther than the girls, and wasn't aware what was happening. Here's how the conversation goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me: Korang, kelas cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;They: *Pandang dengan muka blur*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me: *Stare back* Korang tak nak balik ke? Class cancelled lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;They: Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me: *Suddenly teringat something- Oh! They're not Malaysian! Stupid me. They're Russian lah! Camne boleh lupa!*  Uh, Miss Ruzana cancelled the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ilyas: *He's Russian* What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me: Class cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ilyas and gang: Are you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me: Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Them: Seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me: If you don't believe me, then check in front of the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*So, THEY ACTUALLY CHECK THE DOOR. Muka penipu sangat ke aku ni?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me and Hanis: Uh guys? It's the wrong door. It's the door beside it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Time ni aku tengah tahan gelak gila, sebab kelas pun tak tahu kat mane, dah la konon nak proof orang salah info)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They: OH! *Burst out laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hanis and I: Haha. That's why lah. We told you so, you guys don't want to believe us. Now you believe us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;San (Kazakhstan boy): Yes, yes. (Muka merah gile. Tula, kulit putih sangat, haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, yang budak2 lelaki Melayu 3 orang yang faham saya cakap ape itu, bukannya nak tolong beritahu mereka. Tengok, panjang cerita jadinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, they always skip class, and come late to class. The foreigners, I mean. Tiba-tiba orang cakap kelas cancelled, tak excited pulak ^^ Pelik saya. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, you guys should listen to their accent. It's enjoyable! I know I once mentioned they're rude, but once you get to know them in class, they're not so bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know what they say, don't judge a book by it's cover ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, till then, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-7935223165090146534?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7935223165090146534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=7935223165090146534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7935223165090146534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7935223165090146534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/06/talk-to-me.html' title='Talk to me.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-3363613202424582938</id><published>2009-06-25T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:42:48.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>these heels are made for walkin'</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back and forth from my dorm in block A, to the classes in block C, which is across the field, up to third floor, and go up and down the stairs in between classes, practically running from one class to another, and rushing to get lunch after class, just to ensure that I will not miss my lunch during the short one hour break and all the things in between.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;in HIGH HEELS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... Okay fine, it's not that high. Not like 5 inches, more around 1 1/2 or 2, 2 1/2. BUT STILL, it's still high heels :P And plus the fact that you're always rushing to go to classes. I'm so proud of me! Yeah, you may say it's not big deal, but trust me, for me, it is. I rarely wear heels, mostly flats 24/7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay me! Hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-3363613202424582938?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3363613202424582938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=3363613202424582938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3363613202424582938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3363613202424582938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-heels-are-made-for-walkin.html' title='these heels are made for walkin&apos;'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-1809343251150692515</id><published>2009-06-12T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:37:39.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Uh, Vice president?</title><content type='html'>Class have already started fully this week. Tiring, yeah, but it was fun, and quite adventurous. From climbing to the third floor to reach the class (Ya, Allah!) and being thrown from one group to another, only to discover that some timetables are clashing, so we need to go to the main office and change my timetable all over again... Ha, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cakap&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt;! :D Not to mention that classes on Monday until Wednesday are straight from 9am until 5pm, with only one hour break at one for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zuhr&lt;/span&gt; prayer and lunch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nasib&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;baik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; on Thurs and Friday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; one or two classes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, on Wednesday, we were having our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hisbah&lt;/span&gt; meeting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hisbah&lt;/span&gt;, consists of the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dormitories&lt;/span&gt; on one floor, or at least I think so. Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hanilah&lt;/span&gt;, our fellow asked us to appoint a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mushrifah&lt;/span&gt; for each dorm, in other words, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ketua&lt;/span&gt; dorm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; en. So, our dorm discussed and when they asked me, I said no. I cannot handle myself, let alone 20 people. So, we all agreed to choose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ain&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sebab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sangat&lt;/span&gt; cheerful! Kan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ain&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ain&lt;/span&gt; is our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Mushrifah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought everything was over, Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Hanilah&lt;/span&gt; said that we need to appoint the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Mahallah&lt;/span&gt; Organization. I suggested that we picked the second year students. Everyone agreed, so our president is from second year. When our fellow asked us to suggest name for vice president, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;dormates&lt;/span&gt; yang genius, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Hanisah&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt;, shouted my name, although I said no. I have to pull her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;kain&lt;/span&gt; to make her sit down, but it's too late. Someone said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;cadangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ditutup&lt;/span&gt; and I was officially the Vice president of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Hisbah&lt;/span&gt;. GREAT. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Bukan&lt;/span&gt; manage 20 people, more than one hundred, plus seniors :(  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Haih&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;paksa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;masuk&lt;/span&gt; English Debate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt;. Assignments &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;punya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;banyak&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Aiyoo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;manyak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;susah&lt;/span&gt; la. Let's just see how everything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I didn't go back, AGAIN! Ye, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;saye&lt;/span&gt; envy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Nafisah&lt;/span&gt; and Lina yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;pergi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;balik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;tapi&lt;/span&gt; next week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; quiz, and I will not study at home for sure! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Takpe&lt;/span&gt; la, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;berkorban&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;berkorban&lt;/span&gt; :D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Ni pun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;tengah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;berfikir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;sama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;ikut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Naem&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Husna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; Mines &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;untuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;tengok&lt;/span&gt; movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;esok&lt;/span&gt; :)) Dun worry, most probably not. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Takut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;markah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;teruk&lt;/span&gt; pun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;TAPI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;NAK&lt;/span&gt; SHOPPING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;muah&lt;/span&gt; luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;Aina&lt;/span&gt;, hot guys alert! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Lina la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;nampak&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;ader&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;nampak&lt;/span&gt;. But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;ader&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;jumpe&lt;/span&gt; foreigners in my class yang handsome, but very rude! VERY VERY RUDE! Sill want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;Czeh&lt;/span&gt; republic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;ader&lt;/span&gt;, Kazakhstan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;ader&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;Mau&lt;/span&gt; yang mane? :DD (chuckles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-1809343251150692515?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1809343251150692515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=1809343251150692515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/1809343251150692515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/1809343251150692515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/06/uh-vice-president.html' title='Uh, Vice president?'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-735001523993599786</id><published>2009-06-07T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:11:37.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>First week as an IIUM student :D</title><content type='html'>Keep on going like this and I'll be as thin as a paper in 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, I walked non-stop from ten am til twelve noon. Being me, I bring my matriks card back home and cleverly, forget to bring it back here. Since the matriks card was very important, and my house situated like one hour away from here, the guard suggested me to report the case to the Mahallah office the next day. THANKFULLY, Lina left hers at home too (grinning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next day, we get up early (kindaa lah, around 8) and get ready, putting on our most comfortable shoes, ready to travel around IIUM Nilai. But first thing first, we went to the security guard at block E, which by the way situated across the football field, to make reports about the absence of our matrix card. Turned out is wasn't there, but we have to go straight to the Mahallah office. So, we cross the field back to block B1, which is where Mahallah Office situated. There, we were asked to go to the STAD, to report it there, and when we arrived there, the people said to go the security office at block E, so we went back there, which in return ask us to go to the Finance dept to pay fine and get the forms, so we went there. Then they asked us to go to the Main security office, and there, we were told that they're not responsible for taking any reports, and we have to go to the Mahallah Office. Only God knows how pissed off I am at that time. SO, we went AGAIN for the third time to the Mahallah Office to be told that they don't know what to do. Tired and annoyed, Lina and I went back to our dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what happened at last? My parents have to come all the way from KL to Nilai to give us our matriks card, because if we didn't have the card, we will be sued. Which, thru my observation, a lot of people didn't even bother to wear the card, and the security did not even sue them!! Bloody ^&amp;amp;*%&amp;amp;! Mind me for my words, but I'm so pissed off at that time. What kind of system lah they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's the case with the matrix card. Not to mention, the timetables for our classes which we need to check every one hour interval, to make sure we didn't miss any class, just in case the timetable were out at 1 pm and class will start at two. Can you imagine, crossing the field every one hour or two, only to find out that the timetable aren't out yet. Plus, ALL department are situated in block C, which is across the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? That's how I live my life now. Apart from that, everything is pretty great. I have the coolest dormates ever-including Lina. Everyone was pretty crazy, like me. I get to know people from other state, and learn their language, which is kind of cool. And since I didn't go back home this week, I and 6 more of my dormates, get to spend some quality time together, and I get to know them better. Three are from Perak, and another two are form Terengganu. Another one, and me, are from Selangor/KL. Since it's only the seven of us, we spend most of the time together, be it eating ice cream malam-malam buta, and go to block E to eat our lunch, since it's cheaper there. &lt;em&gt;Akibat makan ice-cream malam-malam, saya tengah selsema ini. Wa! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Arab timetable will be out tomorrow, and the real deal will start tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;Dah mula balik dah ulang alik blok A and blok C esok :( &lt;/em&gt;At the same time, I'm pretty excited about tomorrow too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I kinda miss home, and Damansarians. The bad news is- the holidays for IIUM students isn't the same as other public U students, unfortunately. They don't want us to go out with our friends during holidays, nak suruh study sahaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANT TO WATCH Hannah Montana The Movie, 17 again, Harry Potter, Fighting and Monsters Vs Aliens! Takpe, minggu depan kita pergi Seremban ok kawan-kawan? Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-735001523993599786?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/735001523993599786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=735001523993599786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/735001523993599786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/735001523993599786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-week-as-iium-student-d.html' title='First week as an IIUM student :D'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-958190219258898533</id><published>2009-06-05T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:25:34.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOT THE WIRELESS CONNECTION in IIUM installed to my laptop, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;FINALLY! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay, now I'm off to to my homework. Toddles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hehe&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/1282936420901661381-958190219258898533?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/958190219258898533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=958190219258898533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/958190219258898533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/958190219258898533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/06/joy.html' title='Joy.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-3219856186509134638</id><published>2009-05-31T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:05:51.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Shopping spree.</title><content type='html'>When I got back from UIA on Friday, my parents said that we're going to Singapore the next day for a shopping spree! :) Yehaaa, my favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, I woke up at 4.30am, and get ready for our journey. Around seven, we're out of the house, and Singapore... here we come!! After about 5 hour journey, we arrived at Singapore. Wow, I really miss Singapore. The last time I came here was when my dad stays there, about 10, 11 years ago, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was the season of Singapore Mega Sale, it was really crowded at Orchard Road, the shopping heaven in Singapore. I feel like I'm in New York whenever I move. People was everywhere. Malaysians, Chinese, Indians, Australians, Americans. You name it. We can hardly move. Macam Jusco time J card members day! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 hours walking non stop from one shopping mall to the other, we went to the Night Safari, which is one of the main attraction in Spore. God, not only the malls, even the zoo is way crowded. I feel like strangling Haqeem when he said that he wanted to go there, but it turned out to be quite fun! The animal show was really enjoying,and the dark ride was exciting. And a bit scary. I mean, there are no fence around the animals cage. Even hyenas and lion are allowed to roam around. There're even a guard at one of the hyenas cage, to make sure the animals won't jump out to the tourists tram. My mum said she was wondering how much the guard gets for risking his life to the hyenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the ride was over, we went back to JB to spend the night at Mak Ton's house. Her house is really beautiful. That night, I sleep soundly, after a full day's travelling. Mum said that my alarm must have went off hundreds of time, and I still didn't wake up. Well, it was really tiring after all. The whole day travelling, since 7am until 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to go back today, since I need to check in to my campus before 10pm today :( I was really hoping that I can go there again someday! Shopping tak habis lagi. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-3219856186509134638?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3219856186509134638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=3219856186509134638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3219856186509134638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3219856186509134638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping spree.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-5429923460087727889</id><published>2009-05-31T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:21:46.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Ta'aruf.</title><content type='html'>It wasn't that bad as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, Ta'aruf week is over. No more running here and there and get lost around the campus (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My campus is in Nilai, but the Ta'aruf for the new students was held in UIA Petaling Jaya. The place was huge, and frankly, even after spending the whole week there, I still doesn't know the way around there. My room was in Mahallah Khadijah, in the ninth floor. As if living in the ninth floor is not enough, the lift was always broken down, and I always have to climb the stairs up all the way to my floor. The weather? Hot. No, not hot. Very very VERY HOT. I can't sleep for the first few days, tossing around the bed.  I'm not the only one, though. Most of my friends there felt that way too. And the schedule was very packed. A lot of briefing, and tests. Doesn't matter. I sleep most of the time. Tiring weh. Kan malam tak dapat tidur, so siang qada' tidur dalam dewan yang ada air cond tu kan :) NOTE, I'm not the only one, okay? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart of the things mention above, everything else is okay. I don't really feel homesick. Maybe I was used to staying in a hostel. The food there was delicious. Haha. And I met a lot of friends there. Friends from primary school, Damansara, and Gombak. Most of them take the same courses as me. Farah Alina, Lina, Reehanis, Farah... So, whatever it is, I'm not alone. The ta'aruf week was boring (because of the talk and talk) and fun at the same time (because of friends, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on Friday, we, the Nilai students went to our campus in Nilai. Thank God, it was much, much better there although it's only shoplots. And the seniors said that in Nilai, it wasn't that strict like in PJ. Thnk God! The beds are brand new, and the toilets and baths are situated in the dorm itself, plus our study room is right in front of our dorm. I even met a friend from Ampang there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, the first week as an IIUM student was exhausting, but exciting. Class will start next week, and I'm looking forward for it! Especially to learn Arabic! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: To Aina, tak ada hot guys. Haha. Actually tak nampak guys pun, sebab macam haram cakap dengan &lt;em&gt;brothers&lt;/em&gt; kat sana :) Sorry Aina! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-5429923460087727889?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5429923460087727889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=5429923460087727889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5429923460087727889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5429923460087727889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/taaruf.html' title='Ta&apos;aruf.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-5928872216066944188</id><published>2009-05-24T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:18:32.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>Just got back from UIA. Will be going back later :( It sucks! WAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-5928872216066944188?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5928872216066944188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=5928872216066944188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5928872216066944188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5928872216066944188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-5899138521208032740</id><published>2009-05-21T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:55:40.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><title type='text'>No boundaries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;YEAP, KRIS ALLEN WON THE 8th American Idol. The underdog, dark-horse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KRIS ALLEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3574/3414305666_cb2669cc11.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take that judges! I love both of them, but I seriously can't stand the judges. They seems like they can't get over Adam Lambert enough. Your job is to give comments on their performance, not deciding who will be the winner. As I said before, I love both of them, and it's really disappointing to see Kris's and Adam's fans bashing each other online. Even Adam is happy for him. They're bff, for god sake! Whatever it is, I think both of them will have a successful carrier ahead :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Grand finale was okay. I personally think "So What" performed by the Top 13 was horrible. Among the highlights of the finale was definitely Kris and Keith Urban duet, "Kiss the Girl" and Queen, Adam and Kris duet, "We Are The Champion". The duet between Danny and Lionel Ritchie is not so bad too. But the best performance got to be Allison's and Cyndi Lauper's rendition of "Time After Time". It was really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whatever it is, I think America has made the right decision (of course, seeing how much I love Kris!). And I'm quite sure both of them will become big in the music industry, oh and Allison too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't wait to get my hands on Kris debut album in the future =) ( GAH, I'm so having OKD-Obsessive KRIS disorder) Hee hee. *Take that from ODD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enough from your AI addict :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-5899138521208032740?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5899138521208032740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=5899138521208032740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5899138521208032740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5899138521208032740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-boundaries.html' title='No boundaries.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-8262598652079883225</id><published>2009-05-20T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:11:12.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>4 days and counting...</title><content type='html'>Kepada Si Loser Aisha Safya &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY, BABE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Okay, I know I promised I want to sing a birthday song to you last night, but thought better of it. So, imagine me singing this in my VERY beautiful and soulful voice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Happy Birthday dear Loser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY TO YOUU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hehe. All you need now is to get your driving license, and then you're almost legal to do anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hugskisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;nadhirah azidy.&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/1282936420901661381-8262598652079883225?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8262598652079883225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=8262598652079883225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8262598652079883225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8262598652079883225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-days-and-counting.html' title='4 days and counting...'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-4646225050954323655</id><published>2009-05-19T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:16:45.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>It's getting nearer.</title><content type='html'>Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that preparing for Pre-U would be this exhausting. There's so much thing to buy, forms to be filled up, stuff to pack. Every little details need to be paid full attention. Suddenly, going back to study doesn't look that interesting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, on Saturday, I spend nearly the whole day with my parents trying to complete everything before I go to UIA next week. The X-ray, all the stuff to get, clothes, shoes, stationery, laundry stuff, toiletries. I didn't remember that it was this complicated when I went to Integomb when I was in form 4. The forms that I need to fill up seems endlessly. Thank God my parents helped me a lot with all those stuff. Though I think my dad might just gone bald, seeing the amount of money spent for my stuff. And yet, people said that education is more important than wealth, but truly,  without wealth, you can't get education :) Poor Kak Zaris, I sms'ed her every single minute asking stuff about UIA. Well, that's a relief, knowing that I know someone there, besides Lina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I mentioned once that I can't wait to further my studies, but now, I'm not so sure. Yeah, besides the fact I'm going to miss go online whenever I want, and missing my favourite Tv shows, UIA sounds (not that I am being ungrateful, in fact I am very grateful) kinda sucky. I mean, the Nilai campus, as I will be placed there. PJ campus sounds cool, ya know. But Nilai, I mean, the fact that it's only a rumah kedai, and there's 22 people in a dorm AND you have to bring your own iron, AND there's only a washing machine in the hostel, and it's in the ground floor only.... I don't even think it have the WiFi. I think even Integomb is better. I can't complain though, seeing I always wanted to go to UIA, eversince I was in Form One, or Two. You should see the Gombak Campus, man. It's amazing! No regrets though. At least Lina will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. As long as I study hard and hopefully, be a succesful accountant, CEO or Pakar Ekonomi someday.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-4646225050954323655?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4646225050954323655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=4646225050954323655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4646225050954323655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4646225050954323655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-getting-nearer.html' title='It&apos;s getting nearer.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-3145820354540997874</id><published>2009-05-14T22:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:09:27.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Heartless.</title><content type='html'>Well, the title "Heartless" have nothing to do with this post. People who knows I'm addicted to American Idol, and who watched American Idol, would definitely knows what I'm talking about. Yeap, Kris Allen! In last night performance, he sang Heartless by Kanye West. Truth to be told I hate that song, but when Kris sang it, it's like hearing an angel's voice singing =) It didn't sound anything like rap at all, it's so &lt;em&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was watching the result show this evening, I was praying and hoping that miracles will happen, and instead of Danny, Kris would be in the final two. Obviously Adam is going to the final without any doubt, so it's either Kris or Danny. Danny was never in the bottom three, ever, while Kris, let's just say he's been there a few times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when Ryan said "the first final two is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes, hoping for miracle. Please oh please let it be Kris. Not Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... KRIS ALLEN!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH BABYYYYY!!! I was jumping and screaming in front of the TV. ( Okay fine, not screaming, my mum was downstairs) KRIS KRIS! And then another finalist, of course, Adam. So, bye bye Danny. Mas, don't get me wrong. I think Danny's voice is sexy, but for me, he's only so-so :) Look at Kris, he got the charm! With his guitar and all. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm satisfied. No matter who won AI (which probably will be Adam), I'm happy! I'm rooting for Adam, Allison and Kris since the beginning of the show. When Allison's out last week, I'm dissapointed, as I expected her to be in the top 3 with Kris and Adam. So when Kris and Adam is the top 2, I can't ask for more. Gokey's out! That's all that matters! Sorry Mas. We still got Lambert together, eyh? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 479px" height="518" src="http://i431.photobucket.com/albums/qq40/jazzontherocks/KrisAllen.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kris allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 448px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="333" src="http://blogs.nypost.com/popwrap/photos/Kris-Allen-Allison-Adam-lambert.jpg" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kris, Allison, Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suka suka =))) At least there's something today that make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Jealous lah baca post Aina. Best gila korang. Cannot believe you guys went karoake and tak ajak! Oh wait, you guys did ajak! :( &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Aisha, thanks!&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/1282936420901661381-3145820354540997874?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3145820354540997874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=3145820354540997874&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3145820354540997874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3145820354540997874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/heartless.html' title='Heartless.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-2518063387198953273</id><published>2009-05-14T16:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:01:29.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Sucker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm so &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;pissed off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt;, I can't think straight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's only for one freakin day before everyone go everywhere! I don't get it why you couldn't understand. Bleah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-2518063387198953273?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2518063387198953273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=2518063387198953273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2518063387198953273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2518063387198953273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/sucker.html' title='Sucker.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-4109706196642216136</id><published>2009-05-13T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:09:40.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Rebecca Bloomwood, me?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening, feeling exhausted, I decided to take a quick nap. I put down the book I'm reading, which is Shopaholic Ties the Knot, by Sophie Kinsella, and dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, the atmosphere around me was very chaotic, with people running here and there. Here and there, people were talking, and shouting and whispering. And then, come a woman, no, my bff, Suze talking eagerly about my wedding dress and all. She's like"Becca this, Becca that" I was feeling very sleepy and stuff, and all I want to do is kick her out from my room. But she pulls me up, and ask me to try on my wedding dress. I did what she told me. Out of a sudden, a guy came, and I found out he's going to be my best man ( aren't it supposed to be a bridesmaid?) at my wedding, and the ceremony is starting already. I was just going to get married, when my cellphone rang - and when I press the green button, and everything's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wedding dress, no Suze, no best man, everything was quiet. Oh bummer. It took me about 10 seconds to realize that I'm not Rebecca Bloomwood and that was a dream. Nadpa's was on the phone, asking about our Keluarga Angkat. After finish talking to Nadpa, I kept thinking about that dream. GOD, I wish it could come true. Too bad dream couldn't come true (Technically) But I'm no Rebecca Bloomwood. If not, my closet would probably full of Prada shoes, and dress from Balenciaga and bags from LV. I would probably have a bff named Suze. And some hot guy that looks like Hugh Dancy will be my husband! Obviously that didn't happen, if not Aisha and Aina were getting their hands ready to kill me already! =p The dream look real, and it even have colours in it. Seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish right now that dreams do come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__NRGoHSiV6g/ScN4-2s77wI/AAAAAAAAAdU/SJCh9fidUHI/s400/confessions_of_a_shopaholic01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And my closet would probably look like this, rather than what it is right now! Hee hee&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/1282936420901661381-4109706196642216136?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4109706196642216136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=4109706196642216136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4109706196642216136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4109706196642216136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/rebecca-bloomwood-me.html' title='Rebecca Bloomwood, me?'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__NRGoHSiV6g/ScN4-2s77wI/AAAAAAAAAdU/SJCh9fidUHI/s72-c/confessions_of_a_shopaholic01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-9153014277108033877</id><published>2009-05-11T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:31:50.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>P (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I PASSED MY DRVING TEST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Finally. Since I failed last week, I determined not to repeat the history. Among the four of us, only I was needed to retake the parking test. Imran, Nadrah and Paan was there to retake the Ujian Jalan Raya. Well, I know I failed my parking test the week before because I'm so nervous, this time, I tried to relax as much as I can, although the Pegawai JPJ's face was as fierce as a lion! I even tried to hum a few songs in the car while undergoes the test. Alhamdulillah, I managed to get through all three test! And so does Imran, Nadrah and Paan. Congrats guys =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;By 10.30, all of us done taking the test, and just look at Abang Mad's face when we told him that all of us passed the test! After filling up a few forms, we decided to go home by ourselves, as if we wait for abang Mad, we will only go back aroubd 3.30pm. So, Imran called his mum, and the five of us (joined by some guy they meet earlier) crammed inside his mum's car. Thank you mama Imran! All of us were practically laughing and talking in the car all the time. I mean, yeah, all of us passed after failed last week, so who's not happy?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, a big thank you to those who prayed for me, and Pak Ngah, for helping me a lot. And of course, Abang Mad for being my instructor, and let Imran and I get away from "you know what"! Hehe. Don't worry, I won't tell any pegawai JPJ or Mr. Gary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOD, now I CAN DRIVE A FREAKIN CAR!! HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-9153014277108033877?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/9153014277108033877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=9153014277108033877&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/9153014277108033877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/9153014277108033877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/p.html' title='P (:'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-8570608466711617649</id><published>2009-05-09T23:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:44:17.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHER's DAY, MUMS.</title><content type='html'>Forgive me for the late post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was fun. Maryam and I get up early in the morning, as we want to go to KLCC to meet up with Lula for a movie. Around 9, dad sent us to KTM, and we went through public transport to reach KLCC. Mind you it's only my second, or third time riding public. As soon as we arrived at KLCC, we bought the tickets to watch X-men origins: Wolverine. The story was okay. Not that great, from my point of view. I hate the ending though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to Kinokuniya, as Maryam wanted to buy some books, twilight particularly. I promised myself not to buy anything, as I haven't finished read my current book. Unfortunately for Maryam, Twilight was sold out (still!) so she end up buying The Devil Wears Prada and Everyone Worth Knowing. While she searched for the book, Lula and I walked around the store, when I saw Lock and Key by Sarah Dessen. See, I KNOW I don't want to buy anything, but I searched for this book for such a long time, and there's only two copy left! Well, I end up buying the book! Thank God I didn't bring that much money, or I'll end up buying My Sister's Keepers by Jodi Picoult aswell. Typical me. No regrets though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2.30pm, we board on a bus, as we promised mak we will reach nenek's house around 3. &lt;em&gt;Singgah Ampang Point sekejap&lt;/em&gt;, to get a few things, and then we went to rumah nenek, for the mother's day celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334597443515843170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SghMHGh4AmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/klDJcCt5j9s/s320/IMG_2272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334597435896014674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SghMGqJKp1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/vXDlbFaQlGw/s320/IMG_2271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dalam bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At Ampang, we celebrated Mother's Day (yeah, one day earlier) with all mums. There were lots of foods, and gossips, and laughter. &lt;em&gt;Yang letup-letup pun ader! &lt;/em&gt;Mak, Umi, Mama and Nenek cut the mother's day cake (which I and Maryam bake, Mak decorate herself!). Ha, see, I've got three mums! Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures. You know what they say, a picture worth a thousand words!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (walhal, tak tawu nak tulis ape eh! hehe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334603452459432066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SghRk3lquII/AAAAAAAAAKE/-eyJLcHTQho/s320/IMG_2276.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Umi, Nenek, Mama, MAK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333857372441375122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SgWrBS73cZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DvRRmfwhHjc/s320/IMG_2284.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lula &amp;amp; nenek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333857367922675474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SgWrBCGhjxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RzA6N3_FWzI/s320/IMG_2296.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;iman raihana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SgWrAx7wf7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QDAcHyHqUhc/s1600-h/IMG_2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333857363582549938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SgWrAx7wf7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QDAcHyHqUhc/s320/IMG_2292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;umi &amp;amp; umair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SgWrAgLuVLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CgHDjiw8uko/s1600-h/IMG_2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333857358817678514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SgWrAgLuVLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CgHDjiw8uko/s320/IMG_2306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kak girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334605497470724642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SghTb52WqiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kxb5Ejj3asc/s320/IMG_2303.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; hasoef &amp;amp; mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SghTbVfDCTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-9zoZpMraH0/s1600-h/IMG_2294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334605487709292850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SghTbVfDCTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-9zoZpMraH0/s320/IMG_2294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;adawiyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SghTaywO8yI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fmLgGmOBeEo/s1600-h/IMG_2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334605478386135842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SghTaywO8yI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fmLgGmOBeEo/s320/IMG_2293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;husna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For MUMS, especially mine :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Tenneva Jordan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"All women become like their mothers.  That is their tragedy.  No man does.  That's his.  "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;~Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-8570608466711617649?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8570608466711617649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=8570608466711617649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8570608466711617649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8570608466711617649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-mums.html' title='HAPPY MOTHER&apos;s DAY, MUMS.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SghMHGh4AmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/klDJcCt5j9s/s72-c/IMG_2272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-7132663356045097593</id><published>2009-05-07T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:52:34.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><title type='text'>Amazing, amazing.</title><content type='html'>Thanks Umi, for introducing me to her. Guys, try to watch this video of Susan Boyle, a 47 year old of Britain Got Talent. Just because she looks like she can't sing, and she's 47 years old, people look down on her. Look at the judges faces when she starts to sing, especially Simon's. She's amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the URL. The code were disabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST ME, you should watch!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-7132663356045097593?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7132663356045097593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=7132663356045097593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7132663356045097593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7132663356045097593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-amazing.html' title='Amazing, amazing.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-2342607617654170623</id><published>2009-05-07T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:13:06.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;proudly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MANAGED TO GET MY LAZY ASS OFF,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go for a morning jog with Maryam. Hehe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-2342607617654170623?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2342607617654170623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=2342607617654170623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2342607617654170623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2342607617654170623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-8312997385934843511</id><published>2009-05-06T17:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:01:35.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Happy belated :D</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been such a long time since I blabs in here. It's just these past few days have been very busy for me. Way busy. Anyway, I have everything that happened for the last few days written in my head. So, no worries, I'll keep you all bored with all the stories I left out for the past few days now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, a very haapppyy birthday to my dad who turns 45 on 3rd May! I didn't forget it, silly, I just want to wish through the blog &lt;em&gt;pulak&lt;/em&gt;. You're the best dad anyone could ever wish for, and je'taime! So, anyway, the day before, 2nd May, when I got back from my driving lesson at 8pm, the house was very chaotic, plus Maryam's here too. Everyone was busy making Air Batu Campur for themselves, followed by ayah cutting the cake. Note: &lt;em&gt;I bake the cake! I'm so proud of me! Hehe. &lt;/em&gt;And it actually taste well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SgFdadLRMmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/78ePjqWVABI/s1600-h/IMG_2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332646142873252450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SgFdadLRMmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/78ePjqWVABI/s320/IMG_2235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SgFdaPwJTcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Zl8ANV2Mt8A/s1600-h/IMG_2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332646139269828034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SgFdaPwJTcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Zl8ANV2Mt8A/s320/IMG_2239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SgFdZ1rBxyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yeLI6EBvosA/s1600-h/IMG_2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332646132269041442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SgFdZ1rBxyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yeLI6EBvosA/s320/IMG_2242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, for the bad news. I FAILED MY DRVING TEST! :( It was really saddening, as it was definately my own fault. I was too nervous, and I can't think straight. What I know is, when I tried to park the car, it hit the tembok somehow. I'm too nervous, and I kinda forget all the steps! Thank God Nadrah and Imran was there to calm me down. Paan was there too. All of them passed. I nearly cried. Then, when the time came for ujian jalan raya, I was thinking, "Shoot, I failed the easy part, and this is the part most people failed, no chance." My name was called first among my friend, so the wished me good luck. I just pray that the engine will not stop in the middle of the road, or ran into another car. Alhamdulillah, I passed the bahagian 3, which means I have to repeat only the bahagian 2, the next time-alone. I'm quite sure the others will do well, seeing that they pass the bahagian 2 eaasily. It turns out that they don't (Imran punya JPJ garang gila babi &amp;amp; Nadrah's clutch tak betol, Paan pun kereta tak best kot) so all of us have to repeat the test together next week! Well, at least I have some friends with me next week. Abang Mad actually thought we planned to fail together. Yeah right, and waste the Rm 150? Not a chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, please pray that we'll pass our retest next week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-8312997385934843511?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8312997385934843511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=8312997385934843511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8312997385934843511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8312997385934843511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-belated-d.html' title='Happy belated :D'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SgFdadLRMmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/78ePjqWVABI/s72-c/IMG_2235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-1149823524919432606</id><published>2009-05-01T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:21:26.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Here I come...</title><content type='html'>Finally, problems solved. All the dilemma of whether I should wait for UPU or go to Matriks first, is no need at all. The result for UPU come out today, earlier than expected. Alhamdulillah, I got accepted at UIA in Program Asasi Ekonomi dan Sains Pengurusan, which is my first choice. Lina got there as well, so I'm not alone! Great. Two bff's in the same place :) I found out that our campus will be situated in Nilai, which I think is not that far, at least not that far like Pahang. But then, we need to register in the end of May, which I think is a bit too early (dah malas, best duk uma plak). Nadrah got UIA as well, but diff campus. Aina got UITM and Alisa got UTM. Oh ya, congrats to you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time today, I watched OIAM3. Well, I finally decided to give the show a chance, seeing how my mum and Yasmin are so addicted to the show. I have to admit, it's not that bad, though their vocal is not that good compared to American Idol, I guess. Tomok won, which I think he deserved it, eventhough at the beginning, he was nearly eliminated. Aweera is not that bad either. I'm just glad Esther didn't win. I personally think she pick out the wrong song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, can you guys tell me whether you guys want to go to UPU or Matriks? Just curious to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: To &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;APUNAHASAPIMAPATELLON&lt;/span&gt;, let's go jog? Every morning? Hehe. Aina? Alisa, we can even follow Jillian's biggest loser training! Let's LET's!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-1149823524919432606?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1149823524919432606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=1149823524919432606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/1149823524919432606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/1149823524919432606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-i-come.html' title='Here I come...'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-7286216663886283371</id><published>2009-04-30T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:27:40.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Big Fan, that's all.</title><content type='html'>Okay, if you're not a big fan of American Idol, you will probably not understand this post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contestants are down to top 4, and trust me, the competition will only get tougher after this. And for the first time yesterday, my dear Adam Lambert, were finally in the bottom three. No offense to millions of his big fans out there, I like him, but since I found out he's gay, I like him less. What a dissapointment! Good looks, GREAT vocals, and gay -_- whatever, i still think he's the next American Idol (kan, Yasmin?) I watched the show since the audition process, and the top 4 are all my favourites since day 1. Allison Irraheta, KRIS ALLEN, Adam Lambert, Danny Gokey (: Just like judges said, from this point of the game, it's really though, and everyone who's eliminated have big potential to become a big star. I really REALLY love Kris, and Allison, but I bet the two finalist will be Adam and Danny. They're really darn good, ain't ya think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough on American Idol there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving class with Abang Mad went well today. Enjin tak mati pulak. Dunno, maybe because we did it in the lapangan only, so there's less to worry bout. When P.Ngah teach me, I get so nervous as there are lots of cars around us. Tu yang enjin banyak mati kot. Same when practice ngan Abg Syamsul on the road the other day. Mati gak. Hehe. Sorry P.Ngah. But InsyaAllah, I'll try my best for the test on Monday. Please do pray for me, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately these days, when I go online, it seems I have nothing better to do then you-tubing on nineties music. You know, like Westlife, Backstreet Boys, N-Sync, Blue. The boybands. I miss those kind of musics. Don't ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and btw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NURUL ATHIRAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;P/s: Jealous gila tengok gambar Nisa and Azah dekat debate with the juniors and Miss Moomala. Oh, and Nadrah? Hope you like it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-7286216663886283371?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7286216663886283371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=7286216663886283371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7286216663886283371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7286216663886283371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-fan-thats-all.html' title='Big Fan, that&apos;s all.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-5469068295532068223</id><published>2009-04-28T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:15:39.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>KAK DILL &lt;33</title><content type='html'>Here's a quick post dedicated to dear Kak Dill, my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY FADILLAH ZAABA!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEART &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Semoga hidup diberkati Allah SWT &amp;amp;&amp;amp; all the best in everything you do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hugskisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;nadhirah azidy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;P/s: Minta hadiah dekat mak kayh? haha :D&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/1282936420901661381-5469068295532068223?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5469068295532068223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=5469068295532068223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5469068295532068223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5469068295532068223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/kak-dill-33.html' title='KAK DILL &lt;33'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-4690122079057723906</id><published>2009-04-27T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:04:47.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Spoiled, no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulillah, this weekend had been a very productive weekend for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, my mum and I and Haqeem went to pick up Amin at Integomb for his dentist appointment. Integomb was full of people on that day, as the MTQ was there this year. After picking up Amin, we went to stop by Mak Long's house in Taman Melawati to drop off some things, before going to KLCC to meet up with ayah. Upon entering KLCC, there's this large crowd gathering at the main concourse, and a familiar voice was singing. And as I guessed, it was Ning Baizura. I'm not a big fan of her, so I don't really understand what the commotion is all about. It's the launching of the spring/summer fashion, so I guess she's there to promote it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the next morning, I have to wake up early, as we (me, haqeem, amin) are going to meet Ucu after Amin's dentist appointment. After Amin's back from his appointment, we went to PWTC. Mak and Ayah dropped us in front of PWTC while they went off to some guy's wedding. Inside, we searched for Ucu, among thousands of people in there. It's like everywhere I turn, I can only see other people butt. Haha. It's very crowded, and it's even hard to walk in there. After about what feels like 30 minutes searching, we finally meet Ucu and her daughters, Adawiyah and Husna. We went to a few booths to buy books. I didn't have the time to go to the whole fair as it was very hard to move :( But Ucu made my day. She bought me some new books as a present for my SPM result, and she knows how much I love books. Here's the books:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329320629389735586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SfWM4GDvtqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/X8a6O8_DWO4/s320/IMG_2211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a shout out to Ucu:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH, I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After finished buying books, we went to grab our lunch at The Chicken Rice shop, and Mak and Ayah went to pick us there. We went to Tesco to buy Amin's school stuff, and then we send him back to his school. When we got back home, I decided to take a nap. Around six, Mum knocked the door, saying that Pak Ngah want to come to teach me driving. I get up and get ready. While waiting for him, I helped mum prepared some food. When Pak Ngah arrived, we ate and pray first. After Mak and Ayah go out again for yet another wedding, Pak Ngah and I start our driving lesson, while Mama, Kak Dill and Kak Bilah stay at our house with Haqeem. The lesson was fun, although the engine went off a few times. Thank God Pak Ngah was very patient... I think. Hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day, Mak and Ayah went out early in the morning for their Kursus Haji, and Haqeem and I was left at home. Around 10, Pak Ngah came to teach me again. Well, the engine died lots of times again (*sory Pak Ngah) and Haqeem keep complaining. After about one hour, the lesson's over. That evening, Ayah ask me to go balik kampung in Pahang with him and Haqeem after we visited Amin (again). Since it's been such a long time I went to Pahang, I agreed. We arrived at Pahang around five thirty, and was greeted by nenek and atuk cheerfully! God knows I miss them. Atuk and Nenek gave me a present they bought for my SPM result. Guess what it is? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329324690677395330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SfWQkfiLb4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/860PgHv0M18/s320/IMG_2231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A pure gold bracelet&lt;/span&gt;! AHHHH, I love it! Thank you atuk and nenek!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU TOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I didn't expect anything for my result, but this was better than anyone can expect, anyway. We went to the Pasar Malam with anak-anak Mak Lang, and have dinner there. And then around nine, we went back home, arriving aroud midnight at Damansara. It was tiring, but it was worth it! The only thing slacking this week is that I didn't get to go to UIA for the debate competiton (mak tak bagi) with Nisa and Azah to watch the juniors. I miss debate very much =( I hope they do well anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P/s: Pray for me in my driving test next week, please? Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-4690122079057723906?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4690122079057723906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=4690122079057723906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4690122079057723906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4690122079057723906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/spoiled-no.html' title='Spoiled, no?'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SfWM4GDvtqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/X8a6O8_DWO4/s72-c/IMG_2211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-3367838592071636795</id><published>2009-04-24T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:59:19.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Syazwani.</title><content type='html'>Syaz tagged me, so, rules are rules. Once you're tagged, you need to do it :D Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name the brand of these toiletries you used:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toothbrush: ORAL-B, Soft, Size 35. Hehe. How precise is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toothpaste: Mu'min. You got to support the halal ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Facial Wash: Right now? OXY. I always change my facial wash. Tak jumpa yang sesuai lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shampoo: Herbal Essence, blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soap: Dettol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mouth Wash: Air paip. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Floss: Oral-B Essential floss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deodorant: Stick on purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perfume: White musk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shave: Tesco, yeah. Saving. Yang purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tagged everyone who's reading this, thank you =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-3367838592071636795?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3367838592071636795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=3367838592071636795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3367838592071636795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3367838592071636795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-syazwani.html' title='Tagged by Syazwani.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-2071448307262931370</id><published>2009-04-22T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:12:06.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Trash TV</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I supposedly go to Sunway with my Gombak friends, a day out with them to skate, and movies. I promised Paien and Syafa already I would go with them. Mak &amp;amp; Ayah already gave me permission, so there's nothing stopping me from going there. In fact, I already planned it out. Mak would send me to Paien's house, and pick me up around six at Syafa's. Besides, I heard lots of Integombians will be there, which makes me more excited to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before yesterday, my friends came to my house. Alisa, Aina and Nadrah. They're were accompanying me as I was alone and the air-cond man wants to come to my house. (Syaz I call you to invite you but you're not there) So, after we finished cooking, we went to pray and bla bla bla.. and somehow Alisa and I end up talking about Marina, the Spanish telenovela on TV3. And then of course, we watched it. After the story finished, I just remembered that the story is going to finish in two more days. So, back to the point, I KNOW I promised Faraheen and Syafa, and I still want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mum came home from work that evening, I heard she called Siti, the mak cik who clean up our house, asking her to come on Wednesday instead of Tuesday, as I want to go out with my friends. And that make me think for a few moments, whether I should go, or should I stay at home and watch TV? It was stupid, I know. Many of my friends willing to kill to go out, and I was hesistating because of a TV show? But I followed it for such a long time already! So, without further thinking, I said to Mak, I want to cancel my outing, and she can ask Siti to come the next day. Before I can change my mind again, she already called Siti, so I have no other choice but to stay home the next day and well, watch Marina. When I go online the following night, I look at the pictures the Integombians posted on their myspace, and a feeling of envy creeped inside me. But to tell you the truth, I'm actually feeling glad more, as I get to know the ending of the story! I do feel envy, but no regrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of an article I read a few days ago in NST, about this woman. The title of her article was "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Trash TV&lt;/span&gt;". Well, she was holidaying in USA I think, with her future husband, and he ask her to go out with him. You know, you're on a holiday, you supposed to go sightseeing, not staying in the hotel all day. But she was so caught up watching Lauren Conrad in The Hills, and she doesn't even want to go outside. She said maybe after the episode finished, then she will go out, but... after one episode, comes another episode of The Hills, and another, and before she knows it, nearly her whole day was spent watching The Hills in the hotel. Not her fault though. Maybe it's the catch up episode and the season has not been screened in Malaysia yet. This kind of story can be addictive sometimes. But, well, I'm 17 and she's nearly 40. I think I am perfectly normal to act like that, but for a 30-something year old? I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to me. Eversince I finished my Spm, I started to watch a lot of TV, and there is so many interesting Tv shows to watch, and I kinda followed a lot of TV shows. There's... for start Marina, American Idol, Beauty and The Geek, The Biggest Loser, 90210, Knight Rider, Ugly Betty, The OC, One Tree Hill, Upik Abu dan Laura, Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader, Project Runway, Lipstick Jungle, among others! SEE?!! OMG! This is bad. I can't stop. Trust me, once you see the show, you'll get addicted. But it's still under control, so don't worry ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alisa, you remember when we were in Form 3, we watched the telenovela La Muher En El Espejo? And thank god it's near the last episode and we promised not to watch any shows like that again because of PMR? And when you came yesterday, we said to each other that after Marina, we will not watch any telenovela's again? Well, I kinda.. watch Lalola, the new series? And trust me, the show is really exciting! OH NO! See, what I'm saying?! But then, it's really funny. I nearly cried from laughing watching the show. Sorry (: *(You should try and watch it anyway!) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, did anyone watch last night American Idol? Kris Allen was AWESOME!!! And the new season of The Biggest Loser?! Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-2071448307262931370?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2071448307262931370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=2071448307262931370&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2071448307262931370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2071448307262931370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/trash-tv.html' title='Trash TV'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-8367403163256865791</id><published>2009-04-19T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:57:24.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Craving.</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;new books. Well, it's not my fault that I can finished a 500 hundred pages book in a day, it's just that I love reading so much. I spend my money more on story books, rather than on clothes. No wonder they called me a &lt;em&gt;nerd&lt;/em&gt;. I'm not, really. I can't go to a bookstore, or I'll will start eyeing for new books each time. It's frustrating, as I can't buy every single book that I want. I've read the twilight series a few times already, and Sophie Kinsella's Remember Me a few times already. Sadly, I want new books, and I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BROKE&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yeah, sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want these books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n48/n244145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jodi Picoult's "Change of Heart".&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a big fan of Jodi Picoult. I read nearly 10 of her books already, and I really like the plot of her books, unique, and unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wirelessdigest.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/08/01/meandmrdarcy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexandra's Potter "Me and Mr. Darcy&lt;/strong&gt;". I've read only one chapter of this book, before SPM, and didn't have the chance to finish it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://the5randoms.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/lockandkey1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Dessen's "Lock and Key". &lt;/strong&gt;God, I've been searching this book since forever! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I can't seem to find it. I really love Sarah Dessen's This Lullaby and The Truth about Forever, and decided to give it a try.. except I can't find the book just yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://usm.maine.edu/books/images/tradebooks/booklist/thehost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephenie Meyer's "The Host&lt;/strong&gt;".  Twilight series is awesome, and I heard that this one too!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides all that, I'm searching for Khaled Hosseini's A Thousand Splendid Sun, and Cecilia Ahern's Thanks for the Memories too. Sometimes I wish I won a shopping spree in MPH, so that I can get any books that I want anytime :( You know, if you guys have some of the books.. ehem ehem... MAY I BORROW IT?!!! Haha. PLEASE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-8367403163256865791?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8367403163256865791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=8367403163256865791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8367403163256865791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8367403163256865791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/craving.html' title='Craving.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-2937814444601066177</id><published>2009-04-17T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:23:56.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Matriculation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got accepted at...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KOLEJ MATRIKULASI PAHANG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah, I know. Pahang? Like seriously? I'm the only person I know who got Pahang. Sucks. Most of my friends got Negeri Sembilan and Melaka, followed by Perak and Penang. Okay, let's see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negeri Sembilan : Syiqa, Doncha, Najla, Aiman naser, Naqib, Deknaz, Asna, Nazreen, Aizat, Gan, Hazwani, Faraheen, Manje dan ramai lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Melaka : Nabil Izzudin, Nadrah, Syafa, Anis, Farah, Gondolz, Zahir, Hashim, Kemek, Rapek, Arep, Ain Azmi, Topek, Amira Akma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kedah : Izan, Shaq, Bao, Adib, Ada, Mardina, Ayishah, Bob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Perak: Mila,Mock, Hanee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Penang: Ketue batch, Syed, Fikri Ahmad, Oney, Alisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Perlis: Lina, Syeera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Johor: Azman, Adila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pahang: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NADHIRAH AZIDY&lt;/span&gt; sorang aje!!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Waa, sedih gila! I'm the one and only in Pahang. Haiyo. Should I go, or should not I go? Futhermore, it's so far. On the bright side, it's near to my kampung. Well, lots of people said that matriculation is hard, and encourage me not to go. But lots of people said go first too. Then, should I wait for UPU or go? Confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah kata : Pergi je lah dulu.&lt;br /&gt;Nadrah kata: Dia pun tak sure.&lt;br /&gt;Alisa kata: Pergi aje lah.&lt;br /&gt;Fatin kata: Baik pergi dulu.&lt;br /&gt;Maryam kata: Masuk je. If tak suka, keluar.&lt;br /&gt;Hijaz kata: Masuk dulu. If dapat offer lain, boleh aja keluar.&lt;br /&gt;Paien kata: Masuk aje lah. Tapi if nak keluar, kena bayar duit! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Mila kata: Lek aa Nad. Masuk je.&lt;br /&gt;Syiqa kata: Lek la. Tapi kat Pahang ada &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HARIMAU JADIAN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uh-oh, I'm not sure whether Syiqa is serious or not, but she said she's serious. Harimau jadian? Aiyoh! This is worst than N9 yang tak ada air! And if in Matriculation, I need to learn Add Maths, Biology, Chemistry and Physics all over again. I despise those subjects! And you expect me to repeat them? Confused, confused. What do you guys think? -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-2937814444601066177?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2937814444601066177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=2937814444601066177&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2937814444601066177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2937814444601066177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/matriculation.html' title='Matriculation'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-2387675992121915955</id><published>2009-04-15T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:21:26.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>GRADUATION 110409</title><content type='html'>Finally, officially, I'm a graduate. Okay, a high school graduate! WOHOOOO! Don't blame me. I'm just way excited now, having the chance to wear a robe and get on the stage to accept my certificate and all, though the robe is the one the school bought from UIA -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the most exciting part about graduating is, well, I get to see my lovely lovely friends from my batch again. Trust me, everyone was excited about seeing each other and the graduation was the second thing on our mind. We are more like.. "okay, what movies do we want to watch tonight?" "Um, nak makan DM or late night snacks at mamak in front of school ramai-ramai?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach was like full of butterflies when I arrived around three something at school. It feels like it's been months since I stepped my feet in the school (although frankly, I just visited Amin the week before) I have no idea why I feel nervous and afraid. It's like everyone was staring at me, but whatever, they're just juniors. I kept thinking they're just jealous because we're out and they're not. We got our phones and they don't! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the fluttering and butterflies gone as soon as I stepped in the bilik rehat, where our petempatan is. Imagine, around hundred ex-form five girls all crammed up in a room. But it was okay, like a really big slumber party! My friends greeted me, especially Hamdina yang excited gila lama tak jumpa! Hehe. I was practically screaming my lungs out seeing them. Faraheen and Syafa were nowhere to be seen. I found out they went to OTK, though they promised to wait for me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night comes, and for the first time in a few months, we ate in DM. Well, I'm not saying this beacause I ate my mum's delicious food everyday, but the food was simply... not delicious. Don't get me wrong, I used to love DM's food. I used to tell people I'm grateful that DM at our school cooks really well, and delicious. But this year, bleahhh, the fodd is just eww. It's not fully cooked, and most people were having stomache that night. After eating and solat maghrib, we quickly went to Dewan Sri Gemilang for the rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was seated at their respective places when the teacher asked 11 students to step aside for special awrds. She called Anas's name, and we all thought " oh yeah, the straight A1's students" everyone was clapping and cheering for Anas, when then, she called my name. It was embarassing, because everyone was staring at me. Oh yeah, of course everyone knows I didn't get straight A's for my SPM. They have this "what's going on?" look. I just shrugged and go to sit beside Anas. Maybe I actually got straight a's but the results are just all mixed up. It turned out I won the Best Subject- English for Spm. I feel like jumping at the moment. It was nothing, unlike Fatin who won Bio and Anas who won Maths and Bm, but yeah, I'm excited! I'm happy! I'm overjoyed! At least I get something, since I didn't get straight A's. Even when Encik Salleh bullied us, asking us to pick up "habuk" from the red carpet, I can't keep from smiling. Uh, except the part he told everyone ( the students) what my dad told him what I've been doing during the hols. It was embarassing! Thnk God he's like my second dad, or else... Other than that, the rehearsal went okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we watched Ju-On together, and Liontin, and a Hindustan movie, until 4 something. I slept most of the time! I was afraid of not being able to get up the next day. But guess what? I was the earliest to woke up the next day! At 5! Exactly 5! WOW. I'm impressed with me. I never wake up earlier than 7, let 5. I took a shower, then get ready for the big day. All in all, everything went okay. I feel very proud to stand on the stage, looking at the faces of our mothers and fathers who helped us, smiling proudly at our achievement. Except for Encik Salleh, he looked bored ^^ (Joking, cikgu!) Cikgu Fuad asked me a lot of questions and I didn't expect him to even rmmber my name, but he did! Oh yeah! After enduring around 5 hours in the hall, the ceremony finished! Everyone was busy taking pictures with everyone, afraid that this was our last chance to see each other. That day was definately one of the most memorable day of my life. I LOVE INTEGOMB and everyone in it! ENOUGH SAID! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics. 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110409'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SeS8zO342yI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZgMYUJ1Qf78/s72-c/IMG_2167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-5149038916613491134</id><published>2009-04-15T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:25:17.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Yasmin!</title><content type='html'>10 things you can't live without:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;9- the TV.&lt;br /&gt;8- The Net.&lt;br /&gt;7- Phone.&lt;br /&gt;6- Food.&lt;br /&gt;5- Drinks.&lt;br /&gt;4- House.&lt;br /&gt;3- My Specs.&lt;br /&gt;2- Books.&lt;br /&gt;1- Family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 random facts about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- I hate Malay movies and songs. &lt;br /&gt;8- I rather spend hundred bucks on books, than on clothes.&lt;br /&gt;7- I love reality TV shows!&lt;br /&gt;6- I sing in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;5- I daydream a lot.&lt;br /&gt;4- I easily get annoyed by someone.&lt;br /&gt;3- I hate cooking.&lt;br /&gt;2- I can be a total bitch sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;1- I'm very hot-tempered -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 places you've visited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Bali&lt;br /&gt;2- Pattaya&lt;br /&gt;3- Beijing&lt;br /&gt;4- Makkah!!&lt;br /&gt;5- Port Dickson&lt;br /&gt;4- Bukit Tinggi&lt;br /&gt;3- Singapore&lt;br /&gt;2- Melaka&lt;br /&gt;1- Terengganu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that can make you smile/laugh/happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- watch funny shows on TV&lt;br /&gt;6- bullying someone&lt;br /&gt;5- watching american idol * ADAM!! :)&lt;br /&gt;4- a new book&lt;br /&gt;3- my new notebook&lt;br /&gt;2- my friends&lt;br /&gt;1- eventually, my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 fav things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Watch the TV&lt;br /&gt;5- Hanging out with friends&lt;br /&gt;4- watch movie at the cinema&lt;br /&gt;3- online&lt;br /&gt;2- Reading books.&lt;br /&gt;1- Blogging, listening to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 most beautiful celeb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Anne Hathaway&lt;br /&gt;4-Isla Fisher&lt;br /&gt;3-Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;2-Rachel Bilson&lt;br /&gt;1-Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 favourite tv show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Marina&lt;br /&gt;3-American Idol&lt;br /&gt;2-ONE TREE HILL&lt;br /&gt;1-The OC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 best movies ever made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Confession of a shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;2- A walk to remember&lt;br /&gt;1- Lord of the rings trilogy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 fortunate things happened to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Well, good results fr my exam (an okay one for spm)&lt;br /&gt;1- Just to be where I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 life lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be me, no need to be anyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tagged everyone who's intrested!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-5149038916613491134?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5149038916613491134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=5149038916613491134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5149038916613491134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5149038916613491134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-yasmin.html' title='Tagged by Yasmin!'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-6467528434817494064</id><published>2009-04-08T18:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:23:50.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>David Archuleta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;David Archuleta, runner up for American Idol is coming to Malaysia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 86px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:30zJ6ZZqfjD__M:http://heyhermano.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/david-archuleta-crush-lyrics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, frankly, I'm not the biggest fan of him, though I think his songs are quite okay. I didn't really go gaga about trying to get tickets to watch his concert or what, unlike Yasmin. So today, as I was reading Utusan Malaysia, there's this small corner, giving out free tickets for his showcase, but in condition we're the first 25 people to call when the line is open. At that very moment, I quickly called Yasmin, who suffers from ODD (obsessive david disorder?) and informed her, since she's trying so hard to get the ticket from fly.fm. I also sms'ed Aina, who's having the same disorder. Then, we just hope and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, 5 minutes ago, Aina called me! She got the tickets! I have no idea Yasmin got it or not, but since Aina got two tickets, Yasmin can still go with her! I'm so happy for them, as they really really REALLY wanted to see David Archuleta perform, especially Yasmin! So, this year, I skipped you guys punye birthday present je la eh? Since dah tolong inform? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Aina and Yasmin : ENJOYYY losers! Make sure ask for his signature for me! Ahha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-6467528434817494064?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6467528434817494064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=6467528434817494064&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/6467528434817494064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/6467528434817494064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/david-archuleta.html' title='David Archuleta!'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-3758570567823152284</id><published>2009-04-08T16:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:04:03.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>I do, but I don't.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I really don't want to do this, but Syazwani tagged me, so I have to do it. SYAZWANI ASILAH, i'm so killing you for making me to do this. I swear my family will laugh when they're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. type of person you would settle down with?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea! But obviously he must be more clever and more "alim" than me, that's for sure. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. type of parent-in-law you're hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;Supporting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. when are you planning to settle down?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Let fate tells you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. how many kids do you plan to have?&lt;br /&gt;Ten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. what would you do if you partner is unable to give you off-spring?&lt;br /&gt;Adopt maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. what would you do if your marriage is in a bad situation?&lt;br /&gt;Try to save it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what would you do if you're a divorcee?&lt;br /&gt;-_- let's hope that wud not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. what would you if the next morning you find out that your partner is dead?&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a partner yet, I'm only 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAGGED : &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Aina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aisha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Naressa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ilya&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Zetty Munirah&lt;/span&gt; :) Have fun answering!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-3758570567823152284?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3758570567823152284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=3758570567823152284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3758570567823152284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3758570567823152284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-do-but-i-dont.html' title='I do, but I don&apos;t.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-4003751517525123643</id><published>2009-04-07T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:32:44.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Save me</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm saying this but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SURAT OFFER UNIVERSITIES, cepatlaa datang!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough. I can't sit here at home, doing nothing. I'm bored, bored of watching TV, bored of going online all the time, bored of having to wait every single day for my brother to come home from school every afternoon, bored of having to run outside to get the clothes everytime it's raining, bored of getting up everyday and realized that the day is going to be the same as every other day, bored of not getting any money to spend just because I'm not in school anymore, bored of &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, sometimes I think I'm having concussion because of too much TV and computer. Feel like my head would just explode, and I might just go blank anytime. But then, what else to do? I can't go out, as I think I'm nearly broke nowdays. &lt;em&gt;Do any fun projects&lt;/em&gt;, you say? Like what? Cooking, sewing, cross stitch? Ughh, nahhh! I would probably just fall asleep while doing those stuff. Argh, holidays sucks. See, this is why I told you I love schooldays more than holidays before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old days. When we're in school. High school, precisely. Staying up late, watching movies together, or just discussing some subjects together in the study room, or lay in bed together with your friend while listening to a mp3 together, gossiping until 2 or 3 am in the morning, basuh baju guna tangan at 1 am in the morning, waiting for our washing machine turn until up to  2 am in the morning. &lt;em&gt;Order Pizza Hut ramai-ramai&lt;/em&gt;. Hanging out at the physics lab til midnight. Debate practise at night until the head prefect ask us to go bak to our dorm. Aerobics with 173 form five students every weekend during SPM, splashing water at birthday girls, late night supper- na&lt;em&gt;si kerabu ustaz baki. &lt;/em&gt;I miss the OLD days! I regretted every bad words that I said, or every words that I said to go home and never wanting to go to high school again. Truly, it's the best years of life. (well, up until now, at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now? I memorized every single TV shows from morning until night. I watched nearly every single DVD's in the house, and borrowed lots of DVD's from Aina. I go myspace everyday, though actually I think myspace is very boring and in fact, a complete waste of time.  Life.Is.A.Bore. I envy those who get the oppurtunity to work, and gain experince and gain money. I envy those who have lots of money, so they get to shop anytime they want. I envy aina, as she got to go to a lot of cool places, such as Bandung. I envy Nadrah, who works to fulfill her time. I envy Alisa, who always managed to find something intresting to do. I envy those school kids who get the oppurtunity to get up every morning, and go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think they're just very stupid by saying they can't wait til SPM is over so that they can get complete freedom. &lt;em&gt;nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haih.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-4003751517525123643?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4003751517525123643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=4003751517525123643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4003751517525123643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4003751517525123643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/save-me.html' title='Save me'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-4876667374678075791</id><published>2009-04-04T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:10:34.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Speed and pimples. LOL.</title><content type='html'>What a dayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know this post is not very intresting, but oh well, it been awhile since I've updated my blog, so I need to write something. Unfortunately, intresting things just don't happen to me nowdays. Well, if you just take a few minutes of your precious time to read whatever I'm blabbing here, though it's not that interesting, thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early today. Well, earlier than usual-lah, at least. Hehe. Mum wanted to bring us to do facial treatment, and she wants to go early. So, we don't have any choice but to wake up early. After taking my bath, and eating breakfast, and waiting patiently for amin to finish hanging his clothes, we took off mum's friend beauty shop, I think. I was pretty excited at first, my first facial after all, but when I found out that it's going to take about an hour for a facial, the excitement dissapeard. My, how long do I have to wait for everyone to finish their facial? There are four of us, so at least it would take four hours. Alhamdulillah, there are two people who would be assisting us for our facial, mum's friend, and her assistant, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah went first, as he had other appointments waiting. I decided to go along with the first trip as well, so that I could follow ayah afterwards, as mak is going to her office later. I didn't bring any books and I definitely doesn't want to sit there with my mouth hanging out while waiting for mum to do her work. At least Amin brought his homework with him. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facial was awesome! Well, as a first timer, I think it is awesome. It felt nice to have someone massaging your face. Heh. But the part when she used something to suck out the "particles on my face" it hurts. But the most painful part is when they try to get rid of the pimples. Hell, it hurts like &amp;amp;^%$! Seriously. Well, like they said, "no pain, no gain". Only now I can see clearly what the proverb meant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After done, I followed ayah to NZ wheels in Klang, leaving Amin with mum. The showroom was way cool. They provided Wii for the kids to play, some remote control cars, and a big screen TV. I'm not that into cars,but the free flow of foood sure make the time there worth it :) I even get to follow dad to test drive a merc. Way cool. After waiting HOURs for ayah to make up his mind, we finally go home. Not exactly home. We went to UITM to pick up Amin and Mak, and then we went to Tesco to shop for amin's school stuff. When we got home, it was six-something. I went straight to my room, and sleep! Boy, it was a very tiring day today, but at least, it's better than any other days doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all from me, tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Alisa, kat F1, jangan lupa tangkap gambar tau! And minta autograph Kimi Raikonnen! Hehe. And Aina, I know you watched fast and furious four already, SHUT UP! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-4876667374678075791?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4876667374678075791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=4876667374678075791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4876667374678075791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4876667374678075791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/speed-and-pimples-lol.html' title='Speed and pimples. LOL.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-2798507944530738180</id><published>2009-03-29T13:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:53:02.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>EARTH HOUR 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://onlyinsilence.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/earth-hour.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://onlyinsilence.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/earth-hour.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, from 8.30pm until 9.30pm was earth hour 2009. The purpose of earth hour is to show our support for the earth to fight global warming by switching off our light for an hour everywhere in the world at 8.30pm til 9.30pm on 28th March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, at first, I thought that not many people will join this earth hour, but to my suprise, many people actually show their support! Im so proud of those who cared to join this event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people might say.. " why need to switch off everything? one hour will not make any diff. Global warming will still occur" Yeah, I know we can't prevent global warming, it's too late for that, but we could at least try to slow down the process together. Imagine, everyone in the whole world switch off for at least one hour. It will at least make some difference! So, come on people, for the sake of our earth, for the future generation! Plus, the earth hour is over, but that doesn't mean you should stop the effort to slow down the process of global warming. Use electricity wisely! Go people, for mother earth!!&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/1282936420901661381-2798507944530738180?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2798507944530738180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=2798507944530738180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2798507944530738180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2798507944530738180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-2009.html' title='EARTH HOUR 2009'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-1890038442060246581</id><published>2009-03-29T00:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:39:58.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>26th MARCH 2009, Sunway Pyramid</title><content type='html'>Okay, finally, after days of planning, we finally will be going to Sunway Pyramid. I'm very excited, as after all these years, the only place we went together is OU only. A new look and atmosphere will do some good, I hope, as we are getting bored of OU. So, after debating the night before about the transport (bas lah, teksi lah, KTM lah), we agreed to go by cab, from Lina's house. At 9.45am, Aina came to my house, and we walk together to Lina's house. Arriving at Lina's house, the others were already there. They didn't even realised we arrived. Aisha and Lina were busy teaching each other how to apply make-ups, and do the tudung. The others (me, aina, lisa, nadrah) just watch them in awe. Haha, it's funny to see the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sc5bVW69K-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Xu1eBDxUG8o/s1600-h/IMG_2023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318288632459373538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sc5bVW69K-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Xu1eBDxUG8o/s320/IMG_2023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See? I told you so. Haha. Anyway, after they finally finished their make-up class, Lina's mum decided to send us. &lt;em&gt;Bingo&lt;/em&gt;! Looks like all the hustle and bustle the night before is just a waste of time and credit. Hehe. Before we went out, Lina's dad asked us to eat first. Oh, her family is very welcoming. That's what I like about them. He is so funny, calling Alisa, Aida. The conversation went on briefly like this (lebih kurang),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lina' dad: So, the A's.. Aisha, Aina, Aida..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lina: Alisa,bah. Not Aida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lina's dad: Okay. Aisha, Aina, Aida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, I was laughing like gila-gila at that time. After ate Lina's muffin, and took some chocs, (hehe) we went out. Sesat la kejap, then arrived! Finally! Wohoooo! Since we rarely went there, none of us know the way around there. After pusing-pusing, we managed to find the ice rink. We decided to watch a movie first, then have lunch and solat, after that, baru ice-skating. On the way to TGV, guess who I met? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318287162102876610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sc5Z_xapicI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0tK8LAhGco8/s320/IMG_2032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, my besties in Integomb! Syafa and Faraheen, particularly. Aww, can this get any better? After introducing the Damansarians to the Integombians, we went to the TGV. Since Confessions of a Shopaholic is out today, we decided to watch the movie. Well, to make it simple, this movie has become my favourite chick flick ever! Isla Fisher was just amazing as an actress, and Hugh Dancy... well, hot, I might say. Aina and Aisha can't stop &lt;strong&gt;hyperventilating &lt;/strong&gt;about him in the cinema! (Take that aina! haha) They can't stop "OMG, hot nyer dia" "Aaaa, handsome gilaaa!" There was a point where Nadrah and I just stare at each other, laughing at them in silence! The whole movie was enjoyable, except for the annoying boys behind our back. I feel like slapping them. Tak habis-habis "boring ah" "balik jom" "ape la" "bila nak habis ni". If you don't like it, then just get the hell out of there &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, don't have to make noise while some other people actually enjoy the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie finished, guess who decided to come after all? Izzat! And a friend, Fahin, kot. Haha. So, we went to McD (Lunch meal, rm5.95, murah!) for our lunch. Well, at least Lisa, Aisha, Aina and Me. Izzat, Fahin, Nadrah and Lina wanted to eat at Wendy's. While we were eating, (note, my friends from Integomb sit beside us! Haha) Aisha and Aina can't stop going gaga on a group of foreigners I think. I can't really see them, so I just laughed. After finished eating, Lisa and I asked them to move first, since we don't want to be near them in case they did something unexpectable. While they went off, I went to talk with my friends from Integomb. After that, I turned around with Lisa to go out, and.... oh my, memang hot pun, this one guy! Haha. We stopped in the middle of the way. Lawak gile! Alisa was laughing at me like hell. Tapi memang la hot, foreigners kan? Haha. No chance beb. Aisha and Aina take the oppurtunity to pusing balik (walk by the group again!). Just look at their faces. As soon as we get out, all of them was laughing at me. Tapi memang lawak pun! Haha, well, Aina and Aisha memang teror bab hot-hot ni, kan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318294134803275634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sc5gVov-H3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Gz3N3XgrakY/s320/IMG_2035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318294144209078178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sc5gWLyfR6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/olXQ-tTGvpQ/s320/IMG_2037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318294145124796098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sc5gWPM0BsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MnmXTeRHfnQ/s320/IMG_2039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After solat, we went to ice rink! It was the first time for me. I'm really scared at first, but it turned out to be fun!! Alhamdulillah, I managed to skate without holding the rail after a few trials, and I DIDN'T fall!! Of course, I am nothing compared to Aisha, Alisa and Izzat. Yang lain, same kan kta. We were having so much fun, till we lost track of time. By the time we stop, it was six something. Itupun, Lina wants to skate for 5 more minutes. After that, we run to the surau to pray, and balik rumah, nearly 7. I didn't found JCO for mum. Thank God tak jam sgt, and the pak cik teksi was wayy cool, driving in the emergency lane! Haha. For sure, that night, kaki everyone macam sakit gile! Tapi worth it, I would say. All in all, we have so much fun today! We should do this again, don't you think so, guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sc5lZjBuRRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HGdFGsKtZ1Y/s1600-h/l_1535bcf604ce45e097f7b2025e8ea935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318299699544737042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sc5lZjBuRRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HGdFGsKtZ1Y/s320/l_1535bcf604ce45e097f7b2025e8ea935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sc5lZdShuyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/24q-MHjjsAM/s1600-h/l_85267458287f40dca4251c785ecb9a88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318299698004605730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sc5lZdShuyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/24q-MHjjsAM/s320/l_85267458287f40dca4251c785ecb9a88.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sc5lZDc4WNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FzNx5QZvkis/s1600-h/IMG_2041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318299691068709074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sc5lZDc4WNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FzNx5QZvkis/s320/IMG_2041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, did I mention? It's Nadrah's birthday on 26th. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NADRAH IBRAHIM!! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love youu... as a friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1282936420901661381-1890038442060246581?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1890038442060246581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=1890038442060246581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/1890038442060246581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/1890038442060246581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/26th-march-2009-sunway-pyramid.html' title='26th MARCH 2009, Sunway Pyramid'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sc5bVW69K-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Xu1eBDxUG8o/s72-c/IMG_2023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-8557058018917141384</id><published>2009-03-18T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:12:41.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Scholarship Talk.</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is frustrating. Way frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing bad about getting only 7a's in Spm. Yeah, I'm thankful, way thankful. But it's downright pressuring as I found out that I'm not qualified to apply any scholarship. Trust me, I checked everything already. MARA. JPA, UEM, Honda, Khazanah, TM, Sime Darby, TNB, PETRONAS, BANK NEGARA, AMCEE-MACEE and SHELL. I qualify fr NONE! Ahh, freakin B for add maths, biology and chemistry! it's saddening to see all those people talk about scholarship. Everytime I get a new message about latest scholarship, I add another sin to my list, as I would curse. Don't worry, I'm not cursing those who sent me those messages, I curse myself for not getting straight A's. InsyaAllah, in the future, perhaps. Don't really want to think about it, now. UPU alone give me enogh headache. Still unsure what to pursue after this. Thank God, Hamdina, my BFF in Gombak, are always there for me, giving me advice, besides my family. Don't know what to do with out her. She's always there for me when I'm having probs, eversince in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accontancy?&lt;br /&gt;Mass Comm?&lt;br /&gt;TESL?&lt;br /&gt;Financing?&lt;br /&gt;Estate Management?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn between choices. Any suggestion or advice? Please leave a message at the chatbox. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-8557058018917141384?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8557058018917141384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=8557058018917141384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8557058018917141384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8557058018917141384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/scholarship-talk.html' title='Scholarship Talk.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-2555506327530418498</id><published>2009-03-13T11:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:50:09.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>What's been done, is done.</title><content type='html'>Thank God today is today, and yesterday have passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as we all aware, was the day of the result. The night before, I can't sleep peacefully. I keep waking up every one hour or so. I didn't even have any dinner. It feels like there are butterflies everywhere in my stomach. I slept at two in the morning, and woke up suprisingly early. After I woke up, and perform my Subuh prayes, and I settled in my bed back, reading a storybook. I can't think of anything else. Kak Dill called, a few people sms'ed me, wishing me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9.30am, my mum and I went to school. When we arrived, I register myself, and take the school magazine. At 10, the talk about IPTA and scholarship by Puan Mahizon started, and followed by Cikgu Fuad. I can't focus on anything the teachers say, as my hands started trembling, my stomach doesn't feel good. Around 12, after the talk finished, I and syafa, along with Nadpa and Fakhriah went to the staff room to return our textbook. When we got out from the room, the teachers just gotten out of the meeting room, heading to Dewan Gemilang. The results are ready! Ahhhh, &lt;em&gt;matilahh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before they gave out the results, Puan Saidah read out the analysis. 9 student got straight A1's, and around 20-sumthin got straight a's. After finished reading the analysis, and the gred purata, Cikgu Fuad takes over the stage to announce the top students. The straight A1's, and the straight A's. As expected, my name was not there. Then the other students are asked to go to their own class counter to get their result. The queue was long, nearly all students of my class need to line up, and my heart was pumping faster and faster every minute. When I FINALLY REACHED at my teachers, she said my result was being hold as I haven't settled the yuran RCG.Like SERIOUSLY?! Mum is getting pissed off already. She asked me to just pay the thing, although I didn't even get the RCG card. So, dumbfounded, I went to Cikgu Azlyza, and said that I didn't even received the card. After talking to Puan Durasni, they decided to excuse me. Thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my class counter, I'm one of the last to take my result. I only managed to get 7A's. Although I'm a bit dissapointed, but, alhamdulillah, it's better than I expected. I'm not going to lie, I cried. It's saddening to see lots of my friends got straight a's, or 9a's. But after thinking long, I shuold be thankful, as my result is FAR more better than I expected. I got B for add maths, chemy, and obviously, BIOLOGY (i hate bio since forever!) . FYI, I never passed my add maths, or maybe only twice when we were in form 4. SO, it's a shock that I got a B3 for my add maths. It's much, much better than what I expected. Same goes with bio. I never exceed 50 marks, but getting a B4 is more than enough, seeing that I didn't answer some questions. As for Bm and Sej, I didn't expect an A, let alone A1! I was practically jumping in front of my Bm and Sej teachers, Puan Aisyah and Puan Faridah, when I told them I got A1 for their subjects! Alhamdullilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family was my biggest cheerleader on that day. All of them wish me congratulations, and assured me that my result are okay. I hope so. Thanks to my friends, especially Aina Ruzaini yang actually bother to inform me their result! Hehe. (You go girl, add maths A1!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, congratulations to everyone, and yang macam sayer tu, &lt;strong&gt;TRY HARDER&lt;/strong&gt;! chaiyokk! Hehe. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LOVELOVELOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-2555506327530418498?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2555506327530418498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=2555506327530418498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2555506327530418498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2555506327530418498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-been-done-is-done.html' title='What&apos;s been done, is done.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-2999035164102880348</id><published>2009-03-11T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:51:40.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think.</title><content type='html'>The clock shows that it's 11.30pm. Another 9 hours before I take the result. God, now I feel what I really supposed to feel. I cannot pay full attention in anything I did, and I didn't have any beauty sleep lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after finished watching &lt;strong&gt;John Tucker Must Die&lt;/strong&gt; on TV2, I decided to go online. WOW, nearly 30 students of Integomb online their YM too, and they started a conversation. Nearly everyone is in the same boat as I am. Freakin out, trembling, nightmares. Thank God, I'm still normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on the bright side, one of my BFF, Hamdina, just got back from PLKN. She called me, and we talked nearly one hour on the phone. God, I miss the days we talked and do homework together, until nearly 3, 4 am in the morning at dorm. She's always there for me. FYI, Alisa's back too!! Yeay! The whole gang is here! Wohoo! Well, at least everyone will be there by myside if I grief tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to take this oppurtunity to thank those who wish me luck, and pray along with/for me. My family (except Haqeem, hahah), &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; family members, aunts and uncles. My friends- Tawfik, Alann and Haniz Zahira. My rakan-rakan seperjuangan- Widad, Amad Syazwan, Nadzifah, and yang join chatroom tadi. Thanks, and gud luck to all of you too! You guys cheer me up by letting me know someone have faith in me! Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: I might switch off my phone tomorrow, so if you can't get thru, pandai-pandai faham ye :)&lt;/em&gt; DO NOT ASK ME FOR MY RESULT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-2999035164102880348?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2999035164102880348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=2999035164102880348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2999035164102880348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2999035164102880348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-sleep-cant-eat-cant-think.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep, can&apos;t eat, can&apos;t think.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-7018699879388261762</id><published>2009-03-11T11:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:53:24.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>SPORTS DAY, Integrasi Gombak 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, 070309, my dad and I went to INTEGOMB, my ex-school!! Ayah is the AJK PIBG, so he came along. We (the fifth fivers of Integomb) planned to come &lt;em&gt;ramai-ramai&lt;/em&gt;. I miss them, I miss school. It's been nearly four months since I left the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came early. I was the only fifth fivers arrived at that time, around 8.30am. Nisa, Syafa, Syeera and Paien was still at the KL Sentral. Shaq and the others will only arrived around 10. Luckily, I was just in time for the parade to start! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERAH&lt;/span&gt; go first! Wohoo! I was cheering like mad for them! Well, after all, I used to be a Red Rubians before. If it's not because of the parents and teachers all around me, I would be dancing along with them. Then, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Biru&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kuning&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hijau&lt;/span&gt; follow along. Well, got to admit, all four houses were giving very good performance for their formation. I'm so proud of my juniors! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767856585858322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbcwuP0jXRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/28Id7rUsm3I/s320/IMG_1779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767860106914370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sbcwuc8CakI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZgtDnSVd33Y/s320/IMG_1764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767865998777698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sbcwuy4xHWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8P0eSflKbAA/s320/IMG_1770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767864752684770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbcwuuPrPuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vfry55uxKIk/s320/IMG_1771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767850976101826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sbcwt67FRcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ezaBzEq2jkA/s320/IMG_1765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;gambar perbarisan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The march was quite long. After it finished, I went down from the Astaka, and my friends has already arrived. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Paien, Syafa, Syeera, Reehanis, Anis Syamila, Shaq, Ain Azmi, Wan Husna, Shuq, Putera, Asna, Bob, Hazierul Haziq, Farah Izaty, Atin, Hollow Afiah&lt;/span&gt; and many more! Even &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nisa&lt;/span&gt; yang baru keluar hospital because of denggi, came along! Plus, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mujid and Aziz&lt;/span&gt;, whom is NOT even the student of Integomb, came. (We met at a camping program last year. They are very close to the Integombians). Some of the juniors, especially our ex-dormates were very excited to see us! So are we. We met all the teachers. Puan Aini are very excited to see us! And so does Encik Salleh, our "ayah" at school. Sadly, Puan Saidah isn't there, as she is sick. We wanted to go to her house, but Puan Wan says she needs some rest. Ahh, I feel like I'm home, like this is the place where I belong. They're like my family now, living together for nearly two years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the running competition &lt;em&gt;berlangsung&lt;/em&gt;, we sit down at the benches in Kalang Cekal, and talked. Those who already have their driving license (NISA!) can't stop boasting and showing off their license! As for Putera, he haven't changed at all, with his sarcastic jokes. Since we're all here, we decided to go to KLCC after the event finished. Dad give his permission. &lt;em&gt;YEAYY&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bla,bla,bla&lt;/em&gt;. The usual stuff. Lumba lari, ucapan-ucapan and stuff.And then, tibalah masa yang dinanti-nantikan. TUG-O-WAR! tarik tali :) As for the girls.. Merah vs Biru! MERAH WONN! Again! Two years in a row babehh! Wohhooo! As for the guys, biru menang, lawan Hijau. The teachers were staring at us, as we shouted all the way from astaka to the padang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sbc5Ui6odDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GiC39BhpE0E/s1600-h/IMG_1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311777310639682610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sbc5Ui6odDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GiC39BhpE0E/s320/IMG_1805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also pertandingan poco-poco and mickey dance from the form one and two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sbc6lHmsNaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YMVUyhIPh6c/s1600-h/IMG_1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311778694877689250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sbc6lHmsNaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YMVUyhIPh6c/s320/IMG_1796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sbc6lLzsvRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sZdH9leY9mA/s1600-h/IMG_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311778696005991698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/Sbc6lLzsvRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sZdH9leY9mA/s320/IMG_1793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the acara penutup! The winner for this year is.. HIJAU! Well, I'm happy for them. Though I'm a bit dissapointed Merah didn't win this year. Last year, we were the champion. But it's okay. The juniors from RED RUBY came to us and apologize to us as they didn't manage to keep the title. Some of them even cried. It's okay. No luck this year guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after everything finished, we went to the musolla to pray. Pot insists that we go to Sunway Pyramid instead of KlCC. After a long journey with taxi, LRT, KOMUTER and public bus, FINALLY, we arrived at SP, at 5.30pm! Hungry, we dashed for the first restaurant we can find. It's either MFM or Laksa Shcak. We decided to eat at the Manhattan Fish Market. The four of us- Paien, Nisa, Me and Syeera, later joined by Putera, Hollow, Faieaz and Boye. Around 7, everyone wants to go back! I have to wait for my dad, so I was left ah SP all alone. FYI, I never been to SP before! I was lost. Pot insists that Hollow teman me as he wants to send the girls back to railway station, worried that I would be alone, but I object. I'm not comfortable with guys that much. So, all of them, including hollow went back, leaving me alone. Ayah said that he will arrived around 8, so I decided to lepak at the surau, but I CANT find the surau. Thank God time tuh ABC. haha. SO I wander alone, and &lt;em&gt;wallaaa&lt;/em&gt;! FOS is on sale! Sadly, nothing caught my eye except for a tote bag, but I just bought a new bag weeks before. Finally, I found Popular bookstore! BOOKS again! My favourite.I can spent two hours in a bookstore and didn't realise the time. I was torn between two books to buy- Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice or Jodi Picoult's The Pact when mum called, saying they're at SP already. I decided to buy The Pact, and went to Jusco to find mak. Ayah did some shopping and we went back home at 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbdBX7qR1RI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sURfXXhw39Q/s1600-h/IMG_1850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311786164914607378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbdBX7qR1RI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sURfXXhw39Q/s320/IMG_1850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbdBXoPnjjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d1ToqK1TbYo/s1600-h/IMG_1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311786159702511154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbdBXoPnjjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d1ToqK1TbYo/s320/IMG_1848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbdBXchfSaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yQTFzbsX7E0/s1600-h/IMG_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311786156556241314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbdBXchfSaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yQTFzbsX7E0/s320/IMG_1845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbdBWxpqLSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NC5pmxSIhdg/s1600-h/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311786145047784738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbdBWxpqLSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NC5pmxSIhdg/s320/IMG_1838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbdBWXNojpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-qm_c57tpgM/s1600-h/IMG_1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311786137950916242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbdBWXNojpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-qm_c57tpgM/s320/IMG_1836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbdCBdAwidI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vTY1aIQ2RPI/s1600-h/l_c59fca23421e45d8883f407f16d3d278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311786878241901010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbdCBdAwidI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vTY1aIQ2RPI/s320/l_c59fca23421e45d8883f407f16d3d278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbdCBDZFrRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XJ0A1uhjkOg/s1600-h/IMG_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311786871364627730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbdCBDZFrRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XJ0A1uhjkOg/s320/IMG_1849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;resit at MFM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have fun that day. Though TOMORROW (thursday, 120309),  we will meet again, for our results! Everyone I know is freaking out! Pray for all of us! Toodles. Love, me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-7018699879388261762?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7018699879388261762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=7018699879388261762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7018699879388261762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/7018699879388261762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/sports-day-integrasi-gombak-2009.html' title='SPORTS DAY, Integrasi Gombak 2009.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SbcwuP0jXRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/28Id7rUsm3I/s72-c/IMG_1779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-1381480259783085758</id><published>2009-03-08T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:32:51.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>12MARCH2009,confirmed!</title><content type='html'>Okay, confirmed. THE date is on 12th of March 2009. Cikgu Fuad said all the teachers have faith in us, but... I don't know what to say. 4 days. &lt;em&gt;Gah&lt;/em&gt;. I told mum I dont want to take the results. May I? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people (5th fivers 2008) Are you guys ready? I hope I wasn't the only one whose freaking out. &lt;em&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-1381480259783085758?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1381480259783085758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=1381480259783085758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/1381480259783085758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/1381480259783085758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/12march2009confirmed.html' title='12MARCH2009,confirmed!'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-4421444033973259062</id><published>2009-03-05T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:14:40.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Counting down the days.</title><content type='html'>One week more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakin' one week. The week of "&lt;em&gt;penentuan&lt;/em&gt;". I tried my best not to remember the IT date. Well, I nearly did it, except for the fact that nearly EVERYONE ask me about next week. What do I think my results will be, what are you going to do after I get my results? What course I want to pursue after this? Seriously, it's annoying, and it's freaking the hell out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to avoid such questions. I didn't even tell my parents THE date. I mean, it's not even confirmed yet. Eventually, dad make his own research. As soon as he knew about the date he keep asking me lots of questions. Well, I don't mind that much, but it's getting on my nerves. I didn't know what course I'm going to take yet. When I applied for UPU, I decided to apply for Finance and Accountancy. Dad's okay with it, but mum disagrees. She said what's the point of entering pure science class and work hard for it, when I didn't want to take any science related courses. FYI, as far as I can remember, I did want to take account class, but they object me, insist me to take pure science. Anyway, I still apply for accounting as my first choice, and some science related courses in others. Let's just see what will happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was griefing for next week, my youngest bro, Haqeem, try his best to annoy me more. GOD, he keep on "&lt;em&gt;kakak, result nak keluar!"&lt;/em&gt;,"&lt;em&gt;nak masuk U dahhh!"&lt;/em&gt;,"&lt;em&gt;no more YOU at home&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;No one to kacau me anymore&lt;/em&gt;". I feel like strangling him sometimes. Let him be. If I'm gone, he will be send to taska anyway. If I'm still here, he gets to sit at home while waiting for mum to come home. JOY!!!! *haqeem, padan muka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the date. Seriously, I can't bear to hear about it. Some of my friends ( from Integomb, mostly) are very confident about their result. They're top students anyway. It's the other way round for me. I'm definately not the top student( I got no 99 out of 173 for the TRIAL!)I think about it nearly everyday. I didn't give my best for the SPM. If only, IF ONLY I could turn back time. &lt;em&gt;Haih&lt;/em&gt;. Guess, there's nothing more I can do, besides waiting for the result, and &lt;em&gt;bertawakal&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. To my &lt;em&gt;rakan-rakan seperjuangan&lt;/em&gt;, good luck to all of you. All the best. STRAIGHT A1's!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-4421444033973259062?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4421444033973259062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=4421444033973259062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4421444033973259062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4421444033973259062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/counting-down-days.html' title='Counting down the days.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-538273500327478426</id><published>2009-03-02T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:48:13.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Happy Endings, where are thou?</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's the part where I go all soppy and &lt;em&gt;jiwang&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a few days ago, I watched Becoming Jane on Star Movies. Jane Austen, is one of the greatest writer ever. I love the plot of her novels, especially Pride&amp;amp;Prejudice, and Sense&amp;amp;Sensibility. (Though I never really finished the books, as I read the unabridged version, with the classic style of writing, hard for me to understand fully) It's really intresting to watch a movie on her, although it's said she's not as beautiful as Anne Hathaway in real life (which is why she never marry actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the movie, the chemistry between Anne Hathaway and James McAvoy is undeniable. But, well, I don't like the ending. In fact, I don't really like movies without a happy ending. It's just me. It always makes me wonder what will happen if the story becomes another way around. I hate to see two person who love each other very much, but cannot be together, because of their wealth. To be frank, I feel like kicking and slapping Tom's uncle, Judge Langlois for saying he rather Tom marry a whore than to be in a marriage and deep in love. It's not fair. Marriage should be based on love, not because of wealth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Marrying for love may be a bit risky, but it is so honest that God can't help but smile on it&lt;/em&gt;." - Josh Billings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they realised they can't be without each other, they decided to elope. Halfway to London, Jane stumbled upon the letter Tom's mum gave to him, and realised his situation. She realised they can't be together. She tells Tom that they can't do this, not with that many people depending upon him. He insists that he and Jane must marry, as he put it, "&lt;em&gt;I will never give you up&lt;/em&gt;." He says he'll make the money but Jane, knowing that's impossible, tells him that it won't be enough and he'll never be able to get that money with a High Court judge (his uncle) as an enemy and a penniless wife. He then gets very distraught and asks her if she loves him, and she replies, “&lt;em&gt;Yes, but if our love destroys your family, it will destroy itself. In a long, slow degradation of guilt and regret and blame&lt;/em&gt;." Soon after, she gets up and leaves to go home. The last glimpse she gets of him is through the carriage window with him walking after it for a bit, then stopping. I nearly cried at this part, for their love is so pure, and still they can't be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't get her happy ending. (She never get married and died at an early age of 41 because of some disease) After the movie finished, I can't stop thinking about it. What if, I, like her, will not get my happy ending. Everyone wants a happy ending, but in real life, not everyone gets theirs. Right? It's heartbreaking for me to see a movie like that, let alone if it happens in real life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess all we can do is hope and pray, for our happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-538273500327478426?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/538273500327478426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=538273500327478426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/538273500327478426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/538273500327478426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-endings-where-are-thou.html' title='Happy Endings, where are thou?'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-3327115497592623507</id><published>2009-02-23T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:42:23.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>My body is tired, my feet is aching, my head hurts and my eyes can hardly open. But you know what? Every pain I have to endure today is NOTHING compared to what I feel now. I'm ecstatic, I'm satisfied, I'm happy. FINALLY, I get to meet all my girls! Well, mostly. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started this morning. I woke up at 8.30am, as usual. Thinking that I was all alone at the house, I decided to just lay in my bed today and try to finish "My best friend's girl" by Dorothy Kromson. I was reading the part where Kamryn met his ex-fiancee, Nathaniel, when suddenly, around 11, I heard my mum shouted &lt;em&gt;'KAKAK, tak nak breakfast ke&lt;/em&gt;?' God, mum's home! And I don't even realized she's downstairs all the time. There goes my plan of "&lt;em&gt;tak nak mandi, nak baca buku je today&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lazily, I get out of my bed and went downstairs. While I was eating my hot dog, mum said "&lt;em&gt;If nak tengok movie, cepat siap. Call kawan. Mak hantar. Before 12&lt;/em&gt;." I glanced at the clock. 11.15am. Crap. Sapelah nak ikut last-last minute ni? So, I push the remaining hot dog into my mouth and went upstairs to call my friends. Please, oh please say yes! I really miss them. It's been such a long time since I last met them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I call Nadrah. Thank God she's not working today. Like me, she hasn't take her bath yet. Terkejut with my invitation, she said that she's goin too confirm in a few minutes. Then, I dialled Widad's number, and at the same time, I messaged Aina and Fee. Widad says maybe, while Nadrah called and says she's in. Cool. And then, Aina replied my message, saying that she's actually already at OU with Fee. Perfect. A few mins later, Widad called and says she can't join us. &lt;em&gt;Alahai&lt;/em&gt;. My first instinct was to call Yasmin and Sha, but since Aina and Feeqa is already there, I think they might be there too. I mean, they always go out together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to take my shower, and iron my clothes. By 12, I was ready, and want to pick up Nadrah. Imagine, I was just about to close my door when the phone rang. I pick it up, and, voila! It was Widad on the other line, asking me what time I will be going.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Now&lt;/em&gt;" I said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, nevermind then"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can come? Siapla. I'll wait"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tak mandi lagi"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay. you guys have fun then!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Lina."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was waiting in the car. She asked who called, and I said Lina called and tell her what we talked about. She asked me to call Lina and tell Lina that she can come. We'll go pick up Nadrah, and wait for her. I did, and Lina said yes! Thanks mak. You're the best! So, we pick up Nadrah, and (mum drove real slow!), by the time we arrived at Widad's house, she's ready. Perfecto!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we arrived around 12.30 at OU. After thinking for such a long time, we decided to watch Pink Panther 2 at 2 pm, since Widad already watched Bride Wars. Then, we went to Subway for our lunch ( after stopping at FOS, Lina's fave store ;)). Then, Aina sms'ed me, asking where we are. Few mins later, she, along with Yasmin and Amshar arrived. Kecoh gilaa, haha. lama tak jumpe. Feeqa, on the other hand, pergi tengok Hakeem's dad. &lt;em&gt;Tak apa lah&lt;/em&gt;. THEN, Aisha called! She's coming too! Wohooo!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While savouring every bite of my sandwhich, mum called. I accidently took the house keys with me, so she can't go inside. She's coming to get her keys. It's nearly 2, but pity mum. So we waited for her. Aina, Yas and Amsh went to GSC first to watch House, while Nadrah and Lina waited for me while I meet my mum. It was already 2.15 when my mum arrived, and after giving her the keys, we practically run to GSC, to make sure we catch the movie in time, and jumpa Aisha. (Lina lari laju gile) I think the people at Ou are staring at us!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at GSC, we give a quick hug at Aisha, and ran to aisle 12 for the movie. We arrived exactly on time! The commercials just over and the movie just started! Pink Panther best! It was hysterically funny. After that, we went to pray at the surau. As soon as we're done, Aina's movie also finished, so we meet up in front of the surau. Since we can't find BB Maxx, we decided to just hang out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, jumpe Aisha, and for the first time, her boyf, Harris! Finally. I only heard stories about him before. (Aisha, you get my full approval!) Haha. They look sweet together. Asyik bertekak je. Lina suggested we eat BR, tapi ramai tak nak. So we end up at Waffle World instead. Me, Nadrah, Lina, Aina, Yasmin, Amsyar, Aisha, and Harris. Kecoh gila. Then, Feeqa arrived. She looks down, but I know, she's a strong person. I didn't know what to do, since I didn't know Hakeem's dad. We ate, we talked, we laughed. Lepas tu, Feeqa kena balik awal. After that we went to MPH. Heavenn. Books! Aina can't stop talking about Vampires and Rob Pattinson! After searching, I can't find the book I'm looking for- Me and Mr. Darcy. Mum called, says she's on her way. So, we went to semayang Asar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finished, Mum called, asking us to be faster. The guard at the OU entrance dah bising suro Mak blah. SO, all of us (except Sha and Harris) lari macam merentas desa to the entrance. Seriously, people were staring at us! I was wearing my wedges for god sake! Lina wore her crocs, so she ran laju gile. I was sweating like crazy when we arrived. So, everyone crumped into mum's car, except Amsyar, because tak muat (sorry wey!). Dah warning awal-awal kan? Haha. And then we went home. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, all in all, I did have a blast today! I have everyone I love around me today, and there's nothing more I can ask for.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, no pics. Forget to bring my cam&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: A BIG THANKS TO MAK. Without you, I wouldn't get to see my sisters. ILY mum (: You're the definite best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-3327115497592623507?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3327115497592623507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=3327115497592623507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3327115497592623507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3327115497592623507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-4091328008351513147</id><published>2009-02-23T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T01:31:11.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>crazy cupcakes cuppies ;)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, on Saturday, I went to this cupcakes baking and deco class with my BFF, widad! Frankly, at first, I'm not really excited about this thing. I am only looking forward to it so that I can see Widad. God knows how much I miss that girl! So, I woke up early, help mum with the house chores. By 8.30am, I am all alone in the house while waiting for Widad and her sis, Kak Lubna! Mum went to the hospital with haqeem, and ayah went to amin's school with amin for the majlis muafakat membawa berkat. ( I miss that thing. I remember crying last year during the ceremony).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since it's still early, and widad will only come and pick me up at 10.30am, I decided to read "my best friend's girl" first. Great book. At 10am, I went into the bathroom and take my shower. By 10.30, I already in front of the house waiting for widad, with a bag filled with an apron, a notebook, pens, and my phone. She came about five minutes later, Kak Lubna's driving. I am really comfortable with her sister. Lina is so lucky to have such a great sister! I mean, nearly everytime we go somewhere together, she'll be the one to send us anywhere, and she didn't mind. Plus, she's really comfy to talk with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at Auntie Pah's house in Jalan Kiara, Kak Lubna wish us luck. Auntie Pah, our teacher of the day, greeted us, with her daughter. As soon as we enetered the house, she asked us to wear the apron and, wallah, get start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, we learned how to bake vanilla cuppies, the simplest one. I've done it before, but somehow today, the cakes went up perfectly! It's so beautiful just to watch the cakes in the oven. It's like they aren't any flaws on the surface of the cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the cakes to bake fully, we prepared the cream. Buttercream. It's white in colour, but we get to colour it in different colours! There's also piping gel, to make figurines! It's so cool. When the cakes is ready, it's time to decorate!! We learned how to design roses, sunflower, grass, shells, bears, and many more designs on the cupcakes! Halfway thru, we stop to eat our lunch, nasi lemak. Then we continue up till 5.30. It's actually fun, but it needs a lot of patience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Widad says she is actually sleepy already! Haha. I laughed only. When it's time to go back, we took some pictures before we went home. Widad went home with her sis, while my mum came to pick me up and to meet Auntie Pah. She's really cool, patiently endure all the time layan-ing our behaviour and karenah. Thanks Auntie Pah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was really excited about this cupcake thingy. I mean, she's the one who suggest this thing at first. She promoted my cupcakes to nearly everyone I knows. Today, when my cousins and aunties and uncles came, she proudly show off my cuppies, and promote them. ALTHOUGH it's really nothing compared to the muffins baked by mum. I mean, she used to sell those things. Who am I compared to her? Haqeem's a really good supporter. He ate nearly half the cakes I made! THNKS qeem. U rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's some pictures of the whole experience! Enjoy =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGH6oo7mAI/AAAAAAAAACo/mFJLH6O7dhI/s1600-h/IMG_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305671277430413314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGH6oo7mAI/AAAAAAAAACo/mFJLH6O7dhI/s320/IMG_1735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;lina's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGH6FyNEOI/AAAAAAAAACg/pFDICwJKWW0/s1600-h/IMG_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305671268074066146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGH6FyNEOI/AAAAAAAAACg/pFDICwJKWW0/s320/IMG_1734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;mess :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGH5UICFdI/AAAAAAAAACY/U76BOqBeyrk/s1600-h/IMG_1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305671254743848402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGH5UICFdI/AAAAAAAAACY/U76BOqBeyrk/s320/IMG_1732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGH4zlqKzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Jh3AlUX5KFo/s1600-h/IMG_1730-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305671246009740082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGH4zlqKzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Jh3AlUX5KFo/s320/IMG_1730-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;widad busyy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGJBTXA1fI/AAAAAAAAADY/TB4fJL9Bk9M/s1600-h/IMG_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305672491488826866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGJBTXA1fI/AAAAAAAAADY/TB4fJL9Bk9M/s320/IMG_1756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;spideyy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGJBQctOQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vcv9chjlx_I/s1600-h/IMG_1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305672490707400962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGJBQctOQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vcv9chjlx_I/s320/IMG_1757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGJBL1UThI/AAAAAAAAADI/P-C1Hzd4OaE/s1600-h/IMG_1743-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305672489468448274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGJBL1UThI/AAAAAAAAADI/P-C1Hzd4OaE/s320/IMG_1743-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;mine, again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGJBP9m5CI/AAAAAAAAADA/hSuL-K7M-oM/s1600-h/IMG_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305672490576962594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGJBP9m5CI/AAAAAAAAADA/hSuL-K7M-oM/s320/IMG_1740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;auntie Pah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGJA1mMfiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mO-ebn_uVOg/s1600-h/IMG_1738-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305672483499441698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGJA1mMfiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mO-ebn_uVOg/s320/IMG_1738-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;US.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rugi yang lain tak ikut. Hehe. Toodles! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p/s : &lt;em&gt;LOVE today's OTH! " You can't marry Lindsey!" Finally, Haley, you realized that Peyton is for Lucas! Chase is hot, don't ya think so? Hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1282936420901661381-4091328008351513147?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4091328008351513147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=4091328008351513147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4091328008351513147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/4091328008351513147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-cupcakes-cuppies.html' title='crazy cupcakes cuppies ;)'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SaGH6oo7mAI/AAAAAAAAACo/mFJLH6O7dhI/s72-c/IMG_1735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-2346200157172984537</id><published>2009-02-18T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:16:28.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>First timer?</title><content type='html'>WOHOOO. I rock! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay, fine. So, I just got back from my first ever driving lesson. You may say,"&lt;em&gt;ala, kecoh la.bawak kereta je&lt;/em&gt;", but I'm excited. That's just me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Unlike yesterday (read my blog before), I woke up at 6am today. Excited, nervous. Especially after last night, when my dad teach me how to drive a car, I failed totally. He kept on going.. "kakak, STOP!!","NO, jangan jalan lagi!". Haha. After ready, I went downstairs, and eat my breakfast. Mum actually prepared me a breakfast! She must be really excited too. Usually she would let me cook my own breafast, or just eat any fruits in the fruit basket. Two bites into the sandwich, the instructor arrived. He is actually early. After saying goodbye to my parents and haqeem, I went out outside and greeted him. Abang mad. THANK GOD, he's very friendly. OTW to Segambut, we talked about movies, cars, umpat other instructors, and talk about Fuad. Haha. Sorry, Fuad. It's sad I doesn't get to meet you, you're way off to Kota Damansara too early.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When we arrived there, he explained to me all the stuff. Luckily, I didn't fell asleep, as he is a very funny person. He told me about one of the instructor fall asleep while teaching their students! HAHA. After explaining about the side mirror, seat belt, viper, and stuff, he asked me to drive the car. I thought he was joking at first. Surely, it's my first time. He couldn't expect me to drive by myself right? But boy, he was serious. So, I tried. Actually, it's not that hard! Well, yeah, I nearly hit the tembok two or three times, but it was okay. I am actually excited! Abang Mad talked to me about my family, and my future plans to keep me from feeling tense, luckily.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When the time is up, it didn't feel like 2 hours at all, although we actually exceeded the time limit. OTW back, we talked again. When I arrived at home, I actually looked forward for the next lext lesson, which is tomorrow! Can't wait!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, I guess if you never try to overcome your fears, you will not be able to do so forever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-2346200157172984537?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2346200157172984537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=2346200157172984537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2346200157172984537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2346200157172984537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-timer.html' title='First timer?'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-1875062192266984754</id><published>2009-02-17T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:37:54.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Padan muka kaww! (:</title><content type='html'>Last night, I slept at 8.30pm. Early? I knowww. It's just that I'm so nervous for my first driving lesson today. I was so afraid of waking up late, or accidently sleep while on the wheels, so I decided to sleep early. Poor ayah. He asked me to to gym with him, but I said no. And he was like, "&lt;em&gt;ala.. temanlah ayah&lt;/em&gt;" and i was like.. "&lt;em&gt;NO, don't want&lt;/em&gt;".. And then I went to bed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Being so nervous, I woke up at every one hour interval or so. At last, at 5am I woke up and guess what I did? I take the driving book and studied it. How to tukar gear and stuff. Half and hour later, after making sure I get some information at least, I decided to sleep back. Since my class starts at 7.00am, I set the alarm at 6. I was deep in my sleep, when the alarm went off half an hour later. I push the snooze button, decided to wake up at 6.15am.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, when I finally able to open my eyes, guess what? It's 6.45am!! Another 15 minutes for the lesson! My, oh my!! I jumped out of my bad, and grabbed the towel, dashed to the bathroom. 3 minutes later and I'm out. Pakai baju, solat, pakai tudung. Grabbed the house keys and my wallet and the phone, while cursing myself all the time. 6.58am. Great. Two minutes. I ran downstairs and stormed out of the house without saying a word to my parents. They know the lesson is today. I told them last week. Thankfully, the instructor is not here yet. So, I went back inside, to eat a bread or something while waiting for him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Mak was at the kitchen. So I said to her...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "&lt;em&gt;Bye mak. Nak g blaja drive&lt;/em&gt;." Sambil makan buah.&lt;br /&gt;     "&lt;em&gt;Ha? Hari ni ke&lt;/em&gt;?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;     "&lt;em&gt;Yeah, esok petang. So, mak kena balik awal esok&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;     "&lt;em&gt;Bukan rabu ke?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "&lt;em&gt;Hari ni hari ape? Tak la, hari ni."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "&lt;em&gt;Betul?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "&lt;em&gt;Yeah." &lt;/em&gt;Suddenly, I'm not so sure. But I checked my planner yesterday. "&lt;em&gt;Jap&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, I ran back to my room, and guess what? It is on wednesday. I laughed. So much for all the commotion! Haha. So, I shouted from my room to my mum " &lt;em&gt;IT IS tomorrow!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ayah baru keluar bilik. He looked puzzled, and give me the "what is happening look". I said"&lt;em&gt;tak ada ape&lt;/em&gt;" and laugh. He just gave me the weird look.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then I went to the kitchen. I said again to mak "&lt;em&gt;It's tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And she laughed and said.. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;padan muka kaw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Serves me right. Kesian ayah tak ada kawan pergi gym (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So, nak cover malu, I went to the garden and decided to siram pokok, since I didn't siram the precious trees yesterday. My turn. Dah halfway, tiba-tiba haqeem datang, and says " &lt;em&gt;what are you doing? ayah dah tolong siram malam tadi lepas balik dari club, since kakak tido awal&lt;/em&gt;." "&lt;em&gt;oh really&lt;/em&gt;?". "&lt;em&gt;yeah&lt;/em&gt;" he laughed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Malu gile. So, I just went inside and prentend nothing happened, while mak and ayah were laughing at me from the kitchen. What a way to start a day! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-1875062192266984754?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1875062192266984754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=1875062192266984754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/1875062192266984754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/1875062192266984754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/padan-muka-kaww.html' title='Padan muka kaww! (:'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-8143727765219189439</id><published>2009-02-16T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:38:40.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life just is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;LIFE SUCKS. Plain truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For me, at least. The urge to let this hate and anger in me to burst increases. I'm not really the type that would go out and just scream when I feel this way, but enough is enough. I can't keep everything to myself anymore, just to care for someone's else feelings. That's it! Call me rebel, call me selfish, call me ungrateful. I just don't have the heart to care anymore. Not once, not twice, but thousands of time I gave you your way. I'm big enough to make my own decisions. I don't need anyone to show me my ways. YOU'LL SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not brave. Not brave enough to say those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Coward, coward me. Can't even stick up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life do sucks for me, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's nothing more I hate than self pity, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To me : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;booooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-8143727765219189439?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8143727765219189439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=8143727765219189439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8143727765219189439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/8143727765219189439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-just-is.html' title='Life just is.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-1148077259659513735</id><published>2009-02-14T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:13:30.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>L is for LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k224/xxxamyxxxo/Quotes/love-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha, so here we are. The so-called big day. Valentine's day. The day we supposedly show to our loved ones, that we care for them, by giving them presents or take them to a very romantic dinner, etc. Frankly, I don't really celebrate Valentine's Day. Maybe it's because I'm with no one right now, and maybe because I just don't. I was raised in a family that never celebrate any events like this. So, all in all, Valentine's Day is not a big deal for me. Just another ordinary day for me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I can't help but remembering that today is Valentine's Day when I woke up this morning. Few days ago, I went to a shopping mall. God, it feel's like Hari Raya or Christmas, except that the decorations are all for Valentine's Day. It's like something really big. The flourist shop I passed upon was full of dozens of roses of all colours, and there were soft toys, like teddy bears with writings such as I LOVE YOU on them. A stalk of rose costs RM 20. Like, seriously? (*BTW, my house have rose trees. You can just pick em' up (: if you don't have any money. DON'T TELL MY MUM .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As usual, I did all my house chores today. Ayah's gone with atuk and cik a'a to the Tawakal hospital for atuk's medical check up. Mak went to Ampang Puteri for her medical check up. So, I have to babysit Firdaus and Haqeem. Since they are so absorbed in their PSP and PS2, I decided to watch the TV. &lt;em&gt;Flip,flip,flip&lt;/em&gt;. Nearly every channel is about love. Channel 707, travel and living for instance, air programmes such as the most The Most Seductive place, bla bla. Not that I have something against Love, it';s just that I'm not in the mood for such shows. Finally I decided to watch Barbie on Cartoon Network. Great. At least it's better than anything else. HBO, Cinemax and Star Movies are repeating the same movie all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After Barbie finished, I decided to go online. So here I am, and &lt;em&gt;WALLAH&lt;/em&gt;, nearly everyone posts bulletin about love on myspace. I mean, it's okay to express your feelings, but yang tak tahan, ada yang jiwang gilaaa karat. Uhhhh. You don't have to express every single thing you feel, you know. Just keep it to yourself and your loved ones. I thought Valentine's day is not about only you and your girlfriend/bpyfriend only, aite? It's also about your love to your friends and family, too. Now, THAT's the kinda love we should celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which reminds me, I SHOULD GO OUT on a GDO with MY GIRLS TODAYYY! Ahhhh, pity pity me can't follow them. Miss them!! Aina, Feeqah :( Saya benar benar nak keluar ngn anda berdua. Unfortunately, atuk's here. So, can't. I miss aisha too. Paling lama takk jumpe. I stiil rmmbr she gave me a handmade Valentine card when we were in Form 2, or 3. I Still keep it, aisha. Same goes too widad, yasmin, nadrah, syaz, ALISA, nurul athirah, AZALEANNE. Now I know why I keep remembering Valentine's day. BECAUSE I miss my girls soo much, and I should celebrate with them, to show them that I LOVE themmm, muchy! Though I'm quite sure they love me, kan kann? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seriously, you don't have to wait for Valentine's day to show that you love someone. You don't have to buy expensive presents, or bought them to a very exclusive place for dinner. It's enought just to give them handmade card, make toast for their breakfast, or sing a song for them, although you know that your voice are really off-key. Enough. If you really love someone, it will shows. Don't need to spend so much on them. (*Though I really love a handbag from Coach, if anyone want to get me presents,hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, before I back up, here's something for your thought. Think about it. I know that everyone feels the same way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i473.photobucket.com/albums/rr94/tofuru/Quotes/20fd4795e1537e7afa1a3225965cd1e6.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And remember, Love is so much more than towards your special someone only. It's about nearly everyone around you. Cherish every moments with them &lt;33&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.S- To you-know-who-you-guys-are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you guys. Thanks for being there always for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-1148077259659513735?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1148077259659513735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=1148077259659513735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/1148077259659513735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/1148077259659513735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/l-is-for-love.html' title='L is for LOVE.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k224/xxxamyxxxo/Quotes/th_love-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-5832965863303750529</id><published>2009-02-11T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:40:56.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Don't Settled, Keep Looking.</title><content type='html'>Okay, tonight, as usual, like every other night, I would stare into the computer (since there's nothing intresting on the TV) and wish that something intresting will caught my eyes. Myspace, looking at other people blogs, you tube-ing, googling Twilight and One Tree Hill while waiting for the clock to strike 9 to watch Just Married on TV2. Bored,bored,bored. Haqeem is downstairs with his teacher for home tuition, while mum is reading newspapers in her room. Ayah? Belum balik lah, with his hectic schedule and all. Nothing to do. No one to talk to. So much for freedom and partying after SPM plans. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while I was blogging, ayah came home. Like always, the first thing he ask when he got back from work is- "&lt;em&gt;What are you watching on the computer?"&lt;/em&gt; You know, it's like he thinks I'm secretely dating someone online or something like that. Not his fault anyway, it's just that everytime he came home from work, I would be staring at the computer. which parents wouldn't suspect anything? He pushed my chair from in front of the computer and says..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What are you watching on you tube?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak ada apa, ayah. Just some movies."&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa banyak sgt windows?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er, because dia ada byk part?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't know what to expect from this conversation. He always ask the littlest important details. And then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Here, I want you to watch something that benefits."&lt;/em&gt; Uh-oh, beneficial for ayah's opinion? Can't be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he opened up a you-tube video for me. Guess what the title is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;STEVE JOBS STANFORD COMMENCEMENT SPEECH 2005. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to be seriously kidding me. A speech? He expect me to watch a speech? Who's Steve Jobs anyway? Like I care. Knowing my ayah, it's better not to argue. So I just say " &lt;em&gt;okay okay. akak tgk la ni ha&lt;/em&gt;" Satisfied that he wins the argument without any argument, he flashed the smile of victory and make me sit to watch the vid. As soon as he go back into his room, I'm going to close the window anyway. I only need to give out my best act for a few minutes, and that's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes into the vid, and guess what? I didn't even remember my actual plan at all. It's actually interesting. Ayah's right, after all. Steve Jobs, my dears, is the founder of Pixar, who bought happiness in my life with movies such as Toy Story and Cars. He talks about life, death, fired from his own company, and stuff. It's really motivating, and there are so many inspirational quotes from his speech. He teach me to stand up for what I love, to fight for what I love, to never give up. He didn't give up when he was told that he suffers from pancreatic cancer, and has only a few months to live ( which later, sucessfully removed!) Amazing, I know. He didn't even graduate in college, because he leave his education for what he loves more, his passion. Because of that, there's Apple. Because of that, there's Pixar. So here's my friend, try to watch this. It's really worth your precious fifteen minutes (: without any doubt. Thanks ayah, for introducing me to such a great person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See, I told you. it's worth watching. Listen carefully, and you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1282936420901661381-5832965863303750529?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5832965863303750529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=5832965863303750529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5832965863303750529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5832965863303750529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-settled-keep-looking.html' title='Don&apos;t Settled, Keep Looking.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-2717618407829191845</id><published>2009-02-10T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:24:21.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabs'/><title type='text'>Robert Pattinson asks Kristen to marry him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Watch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;this! Soorry guys. I have become a big twilight fan, and so here's a vid on the stars! It's really funny though. I cant imagine robert is actually like that! ahhhhh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hJDKHmovf0E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hJDKHmovf0E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Funny, isn't it? This one for you aina ruzaini! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-2717618407829191845?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2717618407829191845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=2717618407829191845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2717618407829191845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/2717618407829191845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/robert-pattinson-asks-kristen-to-marry.html' title='Robert Pattinson asks Kristen to marry him!'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-3216375891716556895</id><published>2009-02-10T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:23:35.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Greetings, again (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HOLA bloggers! hehe. I'm bacckkk! Yeah, I know, my last post is in March 2008. So here I am, one year later, a new post! God, this bloggong thing is hard! Seriously. If not because of aina, I would just delete this thing! Since myspace is getting boring, PLUS, I graduated from high school already, there's nothing much to do at home, besides watchin tv and online. So... jeng jeng jeng! Hello back dear bloggers! Not only that, mum also keep persuading me too create a blog so that I could upload pictures and promote her cakes and cupcakes, ya know? She ask me to sign up a facebook account, but I think I'm going to stay with this blog first. Besides, I don't think I want my mum to read whatever I posted here anyway, which she maybe would! haha *hey mak! (:(If you're reading this!) Okay, thats it I guess. For introduction. I'll keep updating this blog. If there's anything you wanna say, just dop some comments okayy? TOODLES DARLAAA (: Love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;p/s: THANKS AINA for helping me with this. you're such a darling! Muah muah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301069767458237394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SZEu3gLpK9I/AAAAAAAAABg/OO_UboTjypU/s200/06022008713.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-3216375891716556895?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3216375891716556895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=3216375891716556895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3216375891716556895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/3216375891716556895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/greetings-again.html' title='Greetings, again (:'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/SZEu3gLpK9I/AAAAAAAAABg/OO_UboTjypU/s72-c/06022008713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282936420901661381.post-5629059716184108341</id><published>2008-03-14T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:27:19.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is my first time writing a blog. So, don't blame me if this post sucks. Wow, I never thought that blogging could be THIS hard. Phewww, I've been editing this for an hour now, but my blog doesn't turn out great like ilya's yet. How this thing work &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;HELPPPPPPPPPP!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myspace and friendster is getting kinda boring now, so i decided to move to this "&lt;em&gt;blogging thingy&lt;/em&gt;". It's like this is the "in" thing now, and everyone is doing it, so i thought why not give it a try? I DID IT!!! haha. yeah, my profile is still sucks, but hey, i managed to create a blog somehow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, please, give me a hand. Teach me how to make my profile great as yours, and don't hesistate to tell me if my english is bad. I really need to improve it, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that's all for now, i guess. Till next time. Toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282936420901661381-5629059716184108341?l=whennadywrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5629059716184108341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282936420901661381&amp;postID=5629059716184108341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5629059716184108341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282936420901661381/posts/default/5629059716184108341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whennadywrites.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-hello.html' title='Oh, Hello.'/><author><name>nady.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12891498439023429356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8kpyZ6erIQ/S0gWfOWQonI/AAAAAAAAALI/IyranjFuWoc/S220/IMG_2767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
