<?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-8619805431810530288</id><updated>2011-10-24T23:03:27.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moments I Shared</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1903468130690373167</id><published>2011-10-24T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:03:27.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You The One?</title><content type='html'>I feel terrible today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never feel so pressure with all the problems. Never feel suffocated like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a boyfriend now. I can't afford to have another heartbreak. I'll die if people keeps breaking this fragile heart. I become stronger, but I can't be strong if world keep push me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have problems, you know. I scream inside to tell someone what I really feel. But I couldn't find any faces that I can rely on. Who really cares about me. Who would listen. Who will give me a hug when I feel like crying. When I'm alone, did you know how sad I feel? How hard I try to tell myself not to cry? Did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a friend who care to listen, help me find solutions to my problems. Did you think it is easy for me to face this alone? You might think that my problems are too small. But it's doesn't matter whether it's big or small. When someone see a problem, what matter is how they handle it. The thing is I can't handle these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just too much. I'm under pressure now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work. Study. Money. Family. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That are the sources of my problems. When all of it come together, to me it just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna tell to anyone who will yell at me once I tell them. Not gonna say I keep whining bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is you. Yes, the one who care to listen, help me solving those problems one by one and don't judge me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-1903468130690373167?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1903468130690373167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2011/10/are-you-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1903468130690373167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1903468130690373167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2011/10/are-you-one.html' title='Are You The One?'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-7148599010974774253</id><published>2011-10-16T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:39:44.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a bookworm, but a reader.</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the last day of Big Bad Wolf bookfair at UPM. Whoa the books are just too much! Haha. Too cheap. Rambang mata sangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually a fan of motivational books, rather than story books. I'm not a bookworm, but I love to read good books that actually make me happy after reading it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take months to complete reading a book. Haha.That bad. I just don't have time to actually sit and read. If I can read while driving, I can finish many books. It shows that I spent most of my times on roads. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go with my bestfriends to the bookfair, Suhana, Azeeka and Aman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWFL4MxvN_o/TpqLQ0jtSqI/AAAAAAAAAuc/asOJBOSGam8/s1600/IMG-20111016-01729.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWFL4MxvN_o/TpqLQ0jtSqI/AAAAAAAAAuc/asOJBOSGam8/s320/IMG-20111016-01729.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663992602474400418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I wanna write about the Westlife Gravity Tour 2011 I went last week, it is my passion. Muah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Yours Trully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-7148599010974774253?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/7148599010974774253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-borkworm-but-reader_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7148599010974774253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7148599010974774253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-borkworm-but-reader_16.html' title='Not a bookworm, but a reader.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWFL4MxvN_o/TpqLQ0jtSqI/AAAAAAAAAuc/asOJBOSGam8/s72-c/IMG-20111016-01729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1388858564876742952</id><published>2011-06-03T18:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T18:29:51.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enam bulan.</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I have neglected you. I came only when I'm emo. Something is going on with my heart. I have changed,you know. I don't know whether it is good or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might be smiling,laughing out loud and having fun here and there. The truth is,I am suffocating inside. Drowned with all the sadness. I just don't know to whom I should tell all of these. It stucks in my throat,but I just can't let it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am privating this blog so that I can write whatever I want to write without worrying people judging me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ttyl,blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,yours trully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-1388858564876742952?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1388858564876742952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2011/06/enam-bulan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1388858564876742952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1388858564876742952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2011/06/enam-bulan.html' title='Enam bulan.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-632507301382404032</id><published>2010-12-06T14:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:56:50.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marilah Bergoyang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh hoy! Hello and hi everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sounds macam happy dan menggelabah. Hehe. I just turned 23 yesterday. Of course I'm happy. I've been blessed. Allah, thank you for giving me a wonderful life until today. I'm sorry for every sins I've made. I'm grateful with what You've gave me. I'm sorry if I'm complaining too much. Thank you, Allah. Thank you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you all for all the birthday wishes. I'm so happy reading my FB wall and sms-es. Thank you Daya, Nazmi, Suhana, Azeeka and Azlan for the night. I'm sorry I'm underdressed and sumpah buruk gila gambar. It's a simple celebration but it mean A LOT to me! I love being around with them. Thank you Iza for the cake. Hihi. I had a GREAT Monday morning today. Big hug to everyone. And my family, I LOVE YOU! Thank you for hugging and kissed me in the morning, mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, tiada picture this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enough about my 23&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friends, I am so sorry if I couldn't attend all the hang out invitations. It's not like I don't want to, I WANT it so bad, but money keeps me at home. Yelah, I baru habis belajar.  I don't have savings and I think I had too much debt from my mum. I know I'm still going out with certain friends. But I go out with a restriction, I cannot spend more than RM20. If I do, habislah. And sometimes, my friends belanja me makan because they know how broke I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope you guys understand. Please understand. You know it's hurt when friends saying things behind your back "yelah, dengan kawan-kawan ko yang lain ko boleh keluar, dengan kitaorang ko tak nak. Siapalah kitorang.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come on, fahamilah. Terasa sangat kot bila kena macam tu. My mum gaji berapa je. Sebab nak jaga hati kawan-kawan, do I have to put more burdens on her? So that I can go berjimba and huha with my friends while she's putting ALL of her energy working? I wanna go out. Trust me, I want! But wait, tunggu sampai I lapang sikit ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I segan kot kalau selalu sangat kawan-kawan asyik belanja makan. Faham kan my situation? Next year I'll be working, tak lama je lagi. I know we have a lot to share and I'm always left behind sebab I belajar jauh. I'm sorry for not always being available for you. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This entry is not related to those yang baca my blog. Hehe. Orang lain, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehe. Back to the title, marilah bergoyang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, jom goyang kaki sebulan dua ni dulu. I admit this, I SANGAT PEMALAS. Nak bangun pagi kadang-kadang susah. Lepas subuh tido balik, tengahari bangun balik. Time tu baru nak kemas rumah, basuh baju, masak (okay ni sangat jarang! Bukan tak reti, MALAS!) , lipat baju, cuci toilet, semualah. Dah settle, tido balik. Online, main game, tanam pokok. Tengok CSI S10 kat AXN dekat 10kali. (bodoh ASTRO ni – SANGAT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the last time I boleh macam ni. Bila I dah kerja, subuh-subuh kena keluar, staying in KL, jammed apa bagai semua. So memang kena keluar awal nak avoid jammed. Balik jammed lagi. Penat. Dah penat tido awal. Takde life macam sekarang. I need friends, I love hang out with them, Happy! Gelak ketawa semua mereleasekan tension especially after having a bad day in the office. Bila dah kerja, I tahu I akan penat, tiada masa nak lepak online like this. Weekend pulak mesti nak spent time dengan family, rehat. So bilanya nak having a great life macam sekarang? Kadang-kadang weekend nak kena fikir job yang tak siap. Ingat tenang ke life macam tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then bila dah kahwin, pagi-pagi kena bangun siapkan breakfast untuk suami. Oh future husband, please like English breakfast the way I do. Tak payahlah hari-hari nak nasi lemak, lontong, mee goreng, semua yang complex untuk I masak. Biar I masak pancake, goreng nugget, buat salad, burger, hotdog, orange juice from Twister, then kita makan atas katil. So I don't need to do the food presentation on the table. The less time I spent doing those things, the more time I'm available for you. Kan bagus tu. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi tak bermakna I takkan masak nasi lemak for you, Cuma jarang. Boleh kan? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So people now starting to ask, when will I get married? Hmmm. Before this I always planned to get married in 2011. But now, not 2011. I need a few more years to adjust my life, buying things I wanna buy, spending time with my family before I'm having my own. And I want to travel my girlfriends before I get married. So don't ask me when, ok? I just don't know. When the time comes, you will be the first to know. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam dah banyak taip ni kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MARILAH BERGOYANG BERSAMA SAYA SEPANJANG DECEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This Friday, result keluar. Good luck to all students especially the final year one. Think positive, everything happens with a reason. Semoga semuanya baik-baik belaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Picture have been removed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-632507301382404032?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/632507301382404032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/12/marilah-bergoyang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/632507301382404032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/632507301382404032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/12/marilah-bergoyang.html' title='Marilah Bergoyang!'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-6391807962526768979</id><published>2010-11-24T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T12:44:26.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m still here..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello there. Miss me much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TOyWy9XVWRI/AAAAAAAAAt0/878nyNeswlU/s320/DSC01545.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542971043596294418" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm still alive and survived from the flood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehe. Sorry lah. Busy with life. Sebenarnya ada banyak nak tulis masa study week haritu, tapi biasalah bila dah sampai kat rumah and start menjadi full time petani Farmville, for sure yang lain ditolak tepi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Takpelah, bila-bila rajin update je lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, Alhamdulillah dah habis dah sekolah. Degree dah ada dalam tangan, official convo pula next year. Cukup ke Degree in Accountancy ni? It depends on what you want to do with your life. I want to do something BIG in my life, so I guess I have to learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be back as a student soon, insyaAllah. Menuntut ilmu biar sampai ke negeri China. Tak mahu belajar kat China, nak belajar dekat UK, boleh? Ah tu pun part of my dream. Ada rezeki, sampai juga nanti. Kalau tak sampai nak buat macam mana, dah tiada rezeki. Redha jela dengan apa yang ada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kalau boleh nak sambung sampai PhD. Boleh tak? Belanja yuran boleh? Wooo.. Duit tiada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TOyWyD4CNkI/AAAAAAAAAtk/P9dsTQ9YV8Q/s320/DSC01230.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542971028164195906" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;i'll be back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Planning untuk life dah ada sampai ke hari tua, tengoklah Dia izinkan ke tak. Semoga semua perancangan berjalan dengan lancar dan mudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Any serious matter regarding work akan bermula January 2011. Be nice to me work life. I don't know what's the best for me, but give a shot dulu lah. Belum cuba belum tahu. Wish me luck. One step further will be taken soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you UiTM for having me more than 5 years. I'm so proud become one of your product. Aren't you? Thank you ibu for everything. Without you, I am nothing today. I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TOyWyW9O51I/AAAAAAAAAts/zV2fziBvk7U/s320/AIMG_9544.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542971033286272850" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I've learnt much in UiTM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okaylah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-6391807962526768979?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/6391807962526768979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6391807962526768979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6391807962526768979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-still-here.html' title='I’m still here..'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TOyWy9XVWRI/AAAAAAAAAt0/878nyNeswlU/s72-c/DSC01545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1185074168995977748</id><published>2010-10-15T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:38:00.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hati Bagai Direntap dan Dibaling-baling Seperti Bola.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dah hampir satu jam melayan emo di hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tadi ada test kedua untuk subjek Strategic Management. At the moment I sent the answer paper to my dear lecturer, I know I'm not going to graduate next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dapat rasa yang test tadi fail lebih teruk dari test 1. Yes, I fail in test 1 too. Saya sangat suka subject boleh goreng-goreng ni. Tapi entah kenapa dengan subjek kali ni. I dah jadi bodoh ke? I makan banyak semut sangat ke masa degree ni? I don't know why, but I cannot perform this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever I write, semua tak sama dengan apa yang lecturer nak. I cannot think the way you think, sir. I'm 23. I don't have a Master or even have an experience like you. I'm not you, sir. Fahamilah perkara itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I rasa I akan fail untuk kali pertama dalam sejarah hidup. Repeat. Yes, repeat the paper! Gila. Carry mark is 50. Tests consist of 30%. Kalau dua-dua dah fail dengan teruk, can u imagine how can I pass this paper? What's the point of having DL few times during diploma, tapi bila buat degree, macam bodoh tak pergi sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So basically, I'm moral down tonight. Terlalu moral down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, masih ada final untuk score. I know with all the hard work and effort, I can make a difference. Cuma malam ni, biarlah, nak emo di blog sendiri. Noel called. Sebab dia baca status kat FB. Now I dah okay sikit. That's what a friend for. Bila sedih, dia call cepat-cepat tanya kenapa. Caring. I love him sebab cara dia tu. Dia ni kedekut gila okay bab-bab nak call. Kalau ada benda nak cakap, dia miscall, I yang kena call dia. But when I'm sad, dia yang bagi semangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Balik-balik rumah tadi, I dah dapat vision yang sem depan akan tinggal sorang-sorang kat Arau sebab fail sesorang kat sini satu paper. Lepas tu ibu marah sebab tak grad on time, lepas tu ibu tak nak finance perbelanjaan kat sini. So I kena buat kerja sambilan demi nak tampung kehidupan sebagai seorang pelajar yang gagal untuk grad on time kerana satu paper, Strategic Management. (I rasa paper MAF yang lain I okay je, A or B. what's wrong with this one?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lepas tu vision tu berkembang menjadi sangat menyedihkan hati I kerana I have to work as cashier di Pasaraya Taman Sri Wang atau pun tukang fotostat kat kedai fotostat yang lembab tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mana tahan dapat vision macam tu. Terus berduka. Terus menangis dan berasa sayu. Start awal semester I bagi 110% untuk paper ni. Ada project atau kerja sekolah, bersemangat gila buat. In the end, sedih sendiri sebab apa yang dah dibuat tu, tak capai apa yang lecturer nak. So memang sangat sedihla lepas jawab test tadi. Dahla I selalu jumpa dia buat consultation, tapi bodoh, tak boleh jawab jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan sebenarnya harini, hati banyak kali berdebar melampau-lampau. Masa balik dari pasar malam tadi, I almost hit a taxi. Dialah salah, nak ke tepi, main pergi je. Kalau tak sempat break, habis motor rosak. Bagi signal la pakcik oi! Lepas tu dah satu setengah kilometer bergerak, ada budak main basikal. Ya Allah, dia main cross basikal dia pergi lane lain depan mata. Nasib baik sempat nak break. Kalau tak, dah melambung budak tu. I tak sempat nak honk, sempat jerit adik! Je. Faham tak debaran hamper accident tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lepas tu time nak jawab test, I pergi amik kipas yang dah rosak pasang plug nak on. Panas. Manalah tahu kipas tu dah rosak. Tiba-tiba dia berbunyi dengan sangat kuat macam I tengah parut kelapa. I sangat terkejut, tutup suis, terus pergi tempat duduk, menangis. Bodoh gila rasa. Dah 23 pun boleh lagi nak terkejut sampai menangis macam budak umur 3 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kesimpulannya, harini bukanlah hari yang baik untuk saya. Apa yang saya tulis kat Twitter pagi tadi "I feel like today is going to be a great day" adalah yang sebaliknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After writing 670 words now, I'm feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have finishing school this weekend. I'm skipping them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope that I'll be okay soon, have the mood to start studying for my last 5 papers and score and grad on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dahla, good night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-1185074168995977748?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1185074168995977748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/10/hati-bagai-direntap-dan-dibaling-baling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1185074168995977748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1185074168995977748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/10/hati-bagai-direntap-dan-dibaling-baling.html' title='Hati Bagai Direntap dan Dibaling-baling Seperti Bola.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-33469036301792360</id><published>2010-10-07T04:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T04:09:02.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Under Pressure Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi hi hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kalau tak, masakan blog di update setiap malam. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mau tak pressure. Minggu second last dah nak berakhir 2 hari je lagi, then next week minggu last untuk kelas. Lepas tu study week, lepas tu final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kerja sekolah ada 10 lagi, lepas tu ada 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; test lagi. Semua due before study week begins. Gah. Boleh botak macam ni. Rambut dahla sikit. Aduh, kasihan rambut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TKzWgVJBxaI/AAAAAAAAAtc/V0A7w9xJJ1s/s320/521px-10-skylt,_Swedish_roadsign.svg.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525026693795923362" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sepuluh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, tak boleh taip panjang-panjang ni. I know I can write up to 2000 words bila blogging, tapi not today lah. Baik buat assignment. Hehe. Dah dah, selamat malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Untuk semua, selamat member tekanan kepada diri sendiri. Kejap je stress ni. Benda ni la yang paling akan dirindui bila dah kerja nanti. Kenapalah sem ni macam sekejap sangat? Bukan last week ke saya baru sampai sini? Tak sempat pergi Padang Besar lagi tahun ni. Oh tolonglah jangan berlalu cepat sangat. Saya tak mau kerja lagi. Tak kuasa nak kena bangun awal pagi, naik LRT pergi kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hai cita-cita, boleh tak awak berhenti survey nak jadi apa? Hari-hari cita-cita saya bertukar. Kejap polis, kejap bomba, kejap askar, kejap PM, kejap lecturer, kejap pengarah SPRM, kejap auditor, kejap tax advisor, kejap environmental auditor, kejap forensic auditor, kejap chef, kejap macam-macamlah. Gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kan senang kalau habis je belajar ni, ada orang dah tunggu nak sarungkan cincin berlian kat jari. Wehoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh malangnya tiada. Berhenti beranganlah ANF. Marilah kita sama-sama kumpul duit ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tak sabar nak pergi Sabah. Hehe. Saya tak pernah naik kapal terbang, mesti nanti muka gila jakon. Jangan bagitahu orang tau! Haha. Mesti menggelabah dan tak tentu arah dalam kapal terbang nanti. Lepas tu tersengih-sengih macam kambing. Terpaksa pakai mask dan spec. Konon-konon nak prevent H1N1. Walhal, jakon lebih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe. Pantai oh pantai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, selamat malam semua. (rasa dah wish selamat malam kat atas tadi, tula merapu banyak. Hmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love the way random songs make me happy. Thank you Westlife. I love you. Bila dengar suara je, fuhhh..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-33469036301792360?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/33469036301792360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/10/am-i-under-pressure-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/33469036301792360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/33469036301792360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/10/am-i-under-pressure-now.html' title='Am I Under Pressure Now?'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TKzWgVJBxaI/AAAAAAAAAtc/V0A7w9xJJ1s/s72-c/521px-10-skylt,_Swedish_roadsign.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2375240030411578647</id><published>2010-10-05T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:32:01.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Change The World?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so sad now. I did something horrible today and I'm regretting it. Stress sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kenapalah selalu biarkan emosi take control of mind and act? This is stupid Sya. Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kepada sesiapa yang berkenaan, saya minta maaf dari hujung rambut ke hujung kaki. I can be a real bitch sometimes. I'm sorry for every harsh word I ever said. I shouldn't say such things to you. I'm sorry for letting my emotional control my mind. Maafkan saya, please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please forgive me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the girl who need forgiveness from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANF (Sya)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2375240030411578647?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2375240030411578647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/10/can-i-change-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2375240030411578647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2375240030411578647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/10/can-i-change-world.html' title='Can I Change The World?'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-7712565762100990480</id><published>2010-10-05T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:27:01.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Curious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assalamualaikum semua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sebenarnya nak tulis macam-macam about these past few weeks, tapi mood hilang secara tiba-tiba. Puas karang isi blog siang tadi, tiba-tiba tak jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manusia, selalu dipengaruhi perasaan. Itulah istimewanya manusia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm tired. It's been a while tak tido siang. Tido adalah perkara yang bagus for me. Bila tido, badan rasa rilex. Bila bangun, hidup baru bermula. Semua perkara yang menyesakkan kepala macam dah tiada, tertinggal ketika tido. That's why bila marah or sedih, I prefer sleep rather than thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Berbalik kepada perkara di atas, yes I'm curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Siang tadi I tanya my lecturer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Do you have FB, sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ye, saya ada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah sudah, hati dah rasa lain. Dia kata dia ada dummy FB, dapat baca status semua student la and so on. Dia siap kata, saya baca apa yang awak tulis pasal Strategic Management.  Dia cuba nak psycho ke? Memang I ada tulis pun. Waaaa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bimbang. Macam terbanyak kata pasal dia je. Oppps! Sorry sir. Sila jangan ambil hati mahupun deduct mark saya. Saya harap dia tak bijak sangat untuk google nama saya, dan jumpa blog ni. Oh tolonglah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, saya nak tido dan mimpi indah-indah. Hari Isnin yang stress telah pun berlalu 5 minit yang lepas. Sekian saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sebelum post enrty di atas, pergi bilik kawan-kawan sebentar. Berbincang mengenai FB encik. Kami yakin encik memang ada dummy FB. Dia bukan psycho je. Aduh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dah, tak nak cakap apa-apa lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Selamat malam. Nak mimpi pantai-pantai kat Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-end- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-7712565762100990480?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/7712565762100990480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-curious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7712565762100990480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7712565762100990480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-curious.html' title='I’m Curious.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-3284371356114404158</id><published>2010-09-22T10:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T10:52:01.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salah, tapi buat juga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Download apa-apa adalah perkara yang salah. Saya tahu tu. Semua orang pun tahu. Tapi apa boleh buat. Saya pelajar account ni calculative sangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wayang : RM10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DVD Original : RM49.90&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DVD cetak rompak : RM5 or RM10/3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CD original : RM29.90&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Download : FREE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mana satu pilhan anda?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TJlvAQBDsDI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Qjwv_F-WmB8/s320/HIP+round+sticker.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519564868409339954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saya kedekut. Macam mana nak sokong atas ni? Tolong jawab.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-3284371356114404158?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/3284371356114404158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/09/salah-tapi-buat-juga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/3284371356114404158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/3284371356114404158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/09/salah-tapi-buat-juga.html' title='Salah, tapi buat juga!'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TJlvAQBDsDI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Qjwv_F-WmB8/s72-c/HIP+round+sticker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1423265009779322253</id><published>2010-09-20T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:14:44.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatkala Bulan Mengambang. (Malam ni mengambang ke?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TJd65aIK0CI/AAAAAAAAAsk/aUpERoxGO6g/s320/DSC06124+-+Copy.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519014995050549282" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pic taken by Alif (Rehearsal Dinner MEBA)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hai. Nama saya ANF. Saya seorang gadis. Di atas adalah wajah saya setelah seharian tidak mandi dan hanya cover muka guna bedak serbuk yang dijumpai di dalam surau. Nampak comel ke? Ciptaan Tuhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebenarnya, saya malas nak buat apa-apa malam ni. Saya sangat MALAS! Hobi saya ialah buat apa yang orang malas suka buat. Esok saya akan ada presentation, nasib baik slide dah siap. Point tu takpe, saya akan tipu dengan cakap je apa saya suka. Selalu je saya menipu dalam presentation. Point kat tangan kata merah, mulut saya kata biru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ye, kenapa saya tipu? Sebab saya selalu terlupa. Jadi cover jelah dengan apa-apa perkataan yang terlintas di kepala. Kalau baca, mesti kena sound punyalah dengan lecturer. Lebih baik menipu. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esok malam juga ada test Audit. Audit weyh, baca memanjang. Jika anda baru nak kenali saya, saya tidak suka membaca. Saya suka benda yang guna critical thinking. Tak pandai pun critical thinking, tapi saya suka. Subject Strategic Management, Mangement Accounting, semua saya suka. tapi bukan subjek membaca yang jawapannya berdasarkan fakta. Kerana, saya tak dapat menipu lagi. Saya suka goreng. Goreng sampai hangit. Selalu je soalan 5 markah 1 page saya jawab. Bukan betul tu. Menipu lebih. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rakan-rakan sedang belajar depan saya ni, saya pula sedang taip blog. Merapu berpanjangan. Saya study ikut mood. Pada saya, untuk apa study kalau dah tahu tak masuk? Nanti penat je dapat, pastu tambah lagi dengan stress sebab baca dah satu buku, tapi satu pun tak lekat. Lebih baik study lagi dua jam sebelum exam, tapi ingat point yang di baca. Tapi sila jangan tiru aksi saya. Saya memang suka berlagak pandai dahla pemalas. Awak belajar ikut cara awak ye, ni cara saya. Kita kan berbeza..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semalam saya explore external hard disk saya. Saya buka album. Saya rindu ramai orang. Saya senyum tengok gambar-gambar lama. Memandangkan album terlalu banyak, saya pun letih, saya sempat buka sikit jelah album. Ni sebahagian gambar yang saya sempat copy. Kalau gambar awak tak ada, tak bermakna saya tak rindu tau. Kang ada pulak yang touching dengan saya. Saya minta maaf awal-awal. External saya semak, tak tersusun. Maaf ye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jom tengok gambar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TJd8GMRtlEI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Zh29-bM8L0U/s1600/SPLHCB+complete+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TJd8GMRtlEI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Zh29-bM8L0U/s320/SPLHCB+complete+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519016314182407234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;edited by Adderly Shah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ni gambar SPLHC. Saya rindu saat kita bergelak ketawa. I mean sewaktu mereka tak membahan saya. Kita gembira kan waktu tu? Oh mereka punya kuat membahan tu sangatlah meminta kaki. Betapa kuatnya sabar saya ni. Kadang-kadang saya touching dengan mereka, tapi bila mereka buat saya gelak, saya rasa sangat gembira. Kita selalu je gadoh kan? Hee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi saya sedih, semua tu dah berlalu. Kami dah tak sehaluan. Tapi saya tak salahkan sesiapa. Jodoh kita sampai kat situ je. tapi kita masih kawan kan? Deep down, saya sayang korang semua. Kalau korang takde, saya tak tahu life saya kat Melaka dulu macam mana. Thanks for having me walaupun sekejap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TJd8FsEAq9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/u0ypaijrP0Q/s1600/IMG_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TJd8FsEAq9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/u0ypaijrP0Q/s320/IMG_1254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519016305535003602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ni gambar karaoke. The best ever team karaoke. Cewah. Mereka je layan lagu yang saya suka. Boyband, lagu oldies, jiwang-jiwang English songs. Diorang je tahu dan boleh nyanyi sekali. They never judge me. Thank you. One of the reason saya minta transfer ialah ketagihan saya karaoke kat Melaka. Main banyak. Lepas nyanyi, balik tido. Belajar bila? Never. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya kalau main, main sungguh. Betul. All out saya bagi. Haha. In the end, result pun tunggang terbalik. Oh saya dah kata dulu banyak kali kan saya bukanlah baik sangat. So jangan ada high expectation lebih-lebih ye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's meet up dan nyanyi lagi jom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TJd8FKGB4jI/AAAAAAAAAs0/d3Llzt7tctQ/s1600/IMG_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TJd8FKGB4jI/AAAAAAAAAs0/d3Llzt7tctQ/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519016296416666162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ni pulak sebahagian kawan-kawan saya di Melaka dulu. Mereka ni pantang nampak camera saya, tiba-tiba semua ada kat belakang. Hehe. It's cool bila ada orang camera alert. Bila dah captured, benda ni semua lah akan jadi memories untuk kita semua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya tak suka orang yang malu bergambar. Bukan apa, nanti mood saya boleh spoil sebab saya kena merayu-rayu untuk orang bergambar. Saya bukan nak jual gambar pun, just nak simpan buat kenang-kenangan, nanti dah tua, saya boleh bagitahu cucu saya, ni lah kawan-kawan nenek yang cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simple. Saya pun tak suka gambar saya merata-rata dalam web. Saya dah delete banyak album kat Facebook. Perasan tak? Hehe. Upload gambar pun sikit je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TJd65kFdJjI/AAAAAAAAAss/CAsU8xt_qGE/s1600/IMG_3802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TJd65kFdJjI/AAAAAAAAAss/CAsU8xt_qGE/s320/IMG_3802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519014997723522610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perkenalkan gadis-gadis kesayangan saya di KL. Azeeka, Iza, saya yang suka pura-pura comel dan Ana. Saya sayang mereka. Kami kalau berjumpa, mulut boleh pecah. sakit dok gelak je kerja. Saya suka tengok perubahan Azeeka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya jarang puji orang. Tapi kali ni saya nak puji dia. Dia selalu think positive. Kalau ada masalah, dia ada magic words yang boleh buat saya lupakan masalah tu kejap. Dia dah mature. Setiap kali saya jumpa dia, idea dan kata-kata dia dah jadi lain. Dia punya pemikiran macam cepat berkembang, positively pulak tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehe. Nanti Iza dan Ana saya puji lain kali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya dah taip panjang gila ni. jam pun dah pukul 12.11a.m. Saya nak buat nescafe, nak tengok movie. Lepas tu saya nak golek-golek kat ruang tamu, baca audit sikit, tido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peluk cium semua orang sebelum tido. Yang muhrim je. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-1423265009779322253?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1423265009779322253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/09/tatkala-bulan-mengambang-malam-ni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1423265009779322253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1423265009779322253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/09/tatkala-bulan-mengambang-malam-ni.html' title='Tatkala Bulan Mengambang. (Malam ni mengambang ke?)'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TJd65aIK0CI/AAAAAAAAAsk/aUpERoxGO6g/s72-c/DSC06124+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1679291107301083866</id><published>2010-09-18T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T02:32:22.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syawal ke sembilan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengikut pengiraan manual iaitu menggunakan jari, kita kini berada di hari ke 9 dalam bulan Syawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syukur sebab sampai ke hari ni, dapat lagi kita hidup dengan sempurna. Raya kali ni taklah se-best mana. Ibu kerja raya pertama dan kedua, jadi apalah rasanya raya dalam keadaan macam tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puasa tak seberapa, ada hati nak sambut raya lebih-lebih. Boo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lainlah kalau setiap malam bangun buat solat tahajud, terawih tak pernah tinggal, quran khatam. Bila lah aku betul-betul akan menghargai Ramadhan..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang dua tiga hari pertama je bersemangat nak pergi surau, mengaji, buat solat sunat semua. Lepas tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi okay jugak dia ada kesedaran dua tiga hari tu, daripada menjadi orang yang tak de kesedaran langsung, tapi sibuk mengata ayat macam ni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"eleh, setakat dua tiga hari, tak payahlah wey.." - dari orang yang tak pernah buat sekali pun terawih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi adalah lebih baik buat sikit daripada tak buat langsung. Macam duit, RM0.05 lagi bernilai dari RM0.00. Kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, banyak situasi macam ni, malas nak kupas satu persatu. Apa pun, kita manusia tak sempurna. Nak terbit kesedaran tu bukan senang. Hati kena bersih. Nak hati bersih tu ingat senang? Ingat cuci pakai air dah bersih? Bukan semudah itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa hati aku sangat kotor. Aku tak rasa diri aku baik pun walaupun aku bertudung. Aku cuba dari masa ke semasa nak jadi lebih baik setiap hari, tapi tu bukan perkara senang. Banyak faktor menyekat. Iman aku lemah, hasutan syaitan banyak, tapi dalam hati, biarlah aku dan Dia je yang tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak terkira banyaknya dosa aku.. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tiba-tiba aku emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilah padahnya apabila jam 2.23am tak tido lagi. Ini gara-gara Espresso gelas besar yang aku amik siang tadi. Caffeine berlebihan buat perut aku tak stabil juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye, maknanya aku tengah sakit perut. Harus ke toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum aku pergi, izinkan aku mengucapkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepada semua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan lah segala salah silap ku. Aku takkan berhenti melakukan kesilapan dan kadang-kala kesilapanku itu melukai hatimu. Apa yang aku mampu, mengharapkan kemaafan darimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika ada hutang-hutang yang belum langsai, harap dihalalkan. Alangkah indahnya dunia jika pihak PTPTN sudi menghalalkan hutang diploma dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my "merapu" writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe journey everybody! Kereta akan banyak bergerak esok dan Ahad. Jadi, berhati-hati. Nyawa manusia bukan seperti ayam. Hargailah ia. Selamat kembali belajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Selamat Puasa 6"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&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/8619805431810530288-1679291107301083866?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1679291107301083866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/09/syawal-ke-sembilan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1679291107301083866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1679291107301083866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/09/syawal-ke-sembilan.html' title='Syawal ke sembilan.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2555882802695567373</id><published>2010-09-04T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T14:17:08.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merentasi Dunia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, I'm home. Walaupun menjadi orang terakhir pulang ke rumah, dan terasa azab sepanjang hari duduk rumah sorang-sorang tanpa ada benda nak dibuat, tak apalah. Yang penting sekarang saya di sini, di Kuala Lumpur tercinta. Walaupun tercemar, bising dan selalu jammed, tak apa. I love just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seperti biasa, setiap kali berulang Arau-KL, KL-Arau, keretapi besi KTMB adalah pilihanku. Sejak Puduraya renovate dan semua bas akan berhenti di Bukit Jalil or Duta, I quit using bus as my transportation. Jauh okay. Kalau sampai jam 5 pagi, keadaan di situ cukuplah tak best. Baik berhenti kat KL Sentral. Turun-turun, ada McD. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Semalam first time berbuka atas keretapi. Sebelum tu dah pusing bazaar beli berplastik juadah. Siap untuk sahur sekali. Alhamdulillah, keretapi sampai tepat pada masanya. Tapi dia jalan lewat sikit. Bunyi azan, barulah jalan. Then ada apengumuman kat intercom dari abang KTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sekarang telah masuk waktu berbuka bagi Perlis dan kawasan yang sewaktu dengannya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maka tangan ditadah membaca doa berbuka sambil wajah menghadap tingkap keretapi yang baru mula bergerak. Hati tersentuh sekejap. Ramadhan bakal berakhir, me berbuka sorang-sorang atas keretapi, suasana terasa lain. Air mineral 1.5L pun diminum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alhamdulillah. Selesai ibadah satu hari. Moga diterimaNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lepas tu rilex-rilex dalam keretapi, golek-golek atas katil. Dan ada lah beberapa kumpulan yang first timer naik keretapi. Kecoh gila. Borak je kerja. Takpelah, cakap sejam dua, nanti penat tidolah tu. So I pun on laptop, pasang movie. Best guna laptop baru ni. Tahan lama bateri dia. Sempat jugaklah edit assignment, tengok Time Traveller Wife yang dah seminggu di download. Kalau guna laptop lama, edit assignment pun tak sempat. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Habis je movie, dah sampai Penang. Dah jam 10pm camtu. Mata pun dah layu, badan pun dah rasa stress. Pergi toilet kejap, lepas tu baring. Alamak, ada gadis tengah sms dengan jejaka tapi tak silent telephone. Bengang gila. Kalau couple sms, dia mesti meleret-leret ke puluhan sms punyalah. Lagu dahla mengarut. Selama setengah jam bersabar. Sayup-sayup kedengaran, lagu Justin Bieber pulak. Seriously? Dua orang tak silent phone. Gila. Perkara ini tak boleh dibiarkan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Memang nak cari gadoh. Aku beli katil sebab nak tido, bukan nak dengar lagu. Hati semakin panas, dan terus buka tirai. Sound sikit. Diam pun. Rasakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tak faham betul kenapa masih ada orang yang suka nak mementingkan diri. Setiap kali naik ketapi, mesti sorang kena sound. Borak melampau-lampau, handphone tak silent. Tolonglah. Benda macam ni pun nak kena ajar ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aman pun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan aku pun tido dengan lenanya. Eh, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe. Dah sampai. Sekarang dah pun pukul 2pm. Petang karang nak keluar berbuka bersama gadis-gadis paling hot di KL ni. Siapa lagi kalau bukan Suhana, Azeeka, Iza serta Daya. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okaylah, bye. Nak basuh baju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2555882802695567373?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2555882802695567373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/09/merentasi-dunia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2555882802695567373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2555882802695567373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/09/merentasi-dunia.html' title='Merentasi Dunia.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-8276995820739912820</id><published>2010-08-26T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T03:17:51.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Everything I Left Behind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assalamualaikum semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss everything and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rasanya tu dah conclude perasaan pada waktu ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just drank Nescafe. I should go to toilet by now. Malangnya gagal di situ. Entah kenapa penghadaman malam ni lain macam sikit. Sepatutnya lepas minum secawan Nescafe, terus ke toilet kerana my digestion work at its best with Nescafe! Dan kini, merana sakit perut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minggu ni adalah minggu yang banyak bermain dengan perasaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss everyone. Sangat rindu ok. Even Hafiz yang I jumpa setiap kali dalam kelas, lalu depan rumah dia yang sekangkang kera jaraknya, I still rindu dia. Tu yang depan mata rindu kemain. Yang jauh di mata, lagilah. Aiyreel, Tsya rindu sangat kat Aiyreel. Tak sabar balik nak peluk cium! Cepat besar sayang. Nanti teman Tsya gi jalan-jalan. I miss my family a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Makin nak dekat raya, makin excited nak balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tadi berborak dengan lecturer yang agak best. Dulu dialah lecturer yang kalau boleh I nak skip his class for the whole semester. Bila borak tadi, everything has changed. Thank u sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perut masih tak selesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-8276995820739912820?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/8276995820739912820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-everything-i-left-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/8276995820739912820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/8276995820739912820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-everything-i-left-behind.html' title='I Miss Everything I Left Behind.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-7387872900454424941</id><published>2010-08-20T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:42:18.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I go home now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TG4GNMg4sfI/AAAAAAAAAsU/M1IuzacHu4g/s1600/crying_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507346218087920114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TG4GNMg4sfI/AAAAAAAAAsU/M1IuzacHu4g/s320/crying_girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate being in this situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too much &lt;strong&gt;"Me in the middle now".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Balik rumah buat kuih raya lagi best. (Walaupun tak jadi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Untuk pengetahuan, ada sesuatu yang kita panggil &lt;strong&gt;"KEMAAFAN".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just forgive and forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boleh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-7387872900454424941?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/7387872900454424941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-i-go-home-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7387872900454424941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7387872900454424941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-i-go-home-now.html' title='Can I go home now?'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TG4GNMg4sfI/AAAAAAAAAsU/M1IuzacHu4g/s72-c/crying_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-6123189791267709949</id><published>2010-08-15T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T19:29:15.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalau membunuh bukan suatu dosa, kaulah orang pertama yang aku bunuh!</title><content type='html'>Yes. If it is not a sin, I will not hesitate to kill you, moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba saya emo di blog. Dah lama tak emo kan? Ye, saya baru je tengok preview berita TV3. Sakitnya hati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dah beranak baru nak pikir malunya ada anak luar nikah. Ceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandai buat, pandai tanggung lah. Pernah dengar CONDOM tak? Pernah dengar pregnancy test tak? Gunalah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa baby kakak lahir, I want a baby too. Korang, gi buang macam sampah. Aku buang sampah pun bukan hari-hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Allah balas kejahatan korang tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah nak berbuka. Selamat berbuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s : Masa berbuka jangan terlalu gelabah nak makan. Masa baca doa tu, doa sekali apa-apa yang patut. Minta itu ini dari Dia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-6123189791267709949?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/6123189791267709949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/08/kalau-membunuh-bukan-suatu-dosa-kaulah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6123189791267709949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6123189791267709949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/08/kalau-membunuh-bukan-suatu-dosa-kaulah.html' title='Kalau membunuh bukan suatu dosa, kaulah orang pertama yang aku bunuh!'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-5251751198084874304</id><published>2010-08-15T00:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T01:22:38.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barang baik.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sudah 4 hari kita berpuasa. Alhamdulillah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ramadhan kali ni adalah yang terbaik buat saya. Terawih sangat menyeronokkan. Bila tak pergi, rasa rugi sangat. Selalunya rasa malas tu tak payah cakaplah, dasyat malas tu Tuhan je tahu. Syukur kali ni terasa lain..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Satu je masalah dalam berpuasa kali ni. Bila pergi bazar Ramadhan, entah kenapa selagi tak habis RM10, mesti tak stop beli. Perut bukanlah besar mana, nafsu je lebih. Lauk kalu boleh nak dua. Dah ada ayam, nak daging lagi. Tamak. Jadi, saya akan cuba melatih dan mencabar diri.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cabaran : Berbuka dengan hanya RM5.00.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Harap-harap berjayalah. Amin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Banyak perkara merunsingkan. Lepas beli laptop baru, duit poket pun dah berkurang. Huwa. Susahnya hidup kena berjimat. :'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Satu haribulan dua belas tahun dua ribu sepuluh, saya harap saya dah dapat kerja yang tetap. Saya ada banyak perancangan masa hadapan. Saya mahu ibu berhenti kerja cepat. Cukuplah apa yang ibu dah buat selama ni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh, dah seminggu aliran tandas slow. Air bertakung dan agak menjijikkan. Pada jam 12am tadi, saya si gadis yang comel bertindak sebagai plumber. Saya menggunakan garfu untuk mengeluarkan benda-benda yang menyebabkan saluran tersumbat. Buwek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nak muntah rasanya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sambil taip blog ni, tengok Ally Iskandar di Singgah Sahur. Alamak, sukanya. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Datang Taman Sri Wang please!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505312770481523858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TGbMy935DJI/AAAAAAAAAsM/LGIS-mw78Co/s320/n1274315414_234646_8153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh saya ingin mengucapkan terima kasih dan tahniah kepada idola saya, Jeff yang sudi mengupdate blog dia seminggu berkali-kali setelah saya me-request daripadanya. Terima kasih Jeff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ada dalam 2 minggu je lagi untuk saya berpuasa di sini. Lepas tu, balik KL sambut raya naik keretapi. Kalau duduk jauh-jauh ni, perjalanan nak pulang tu terasa best. Barulah lagu&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "Balik Kampung" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tu ada maknanya pada saya :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Buat kamu yang saya sayang. Ye, kamu Hafiz. Saya sayang kamu. Saya tak cakap selalu "saya sayang kamu" tak bermakna saya tak sayang. Saya pernah bagitahu dulu yang saya tak nak perkataan tu jadi biasa. You do know what I mean kan? So jangan merajuk ye. Hehe. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Saya ada satu hajat, dah lama saya tak solat berjemaah dengan kamu. Boleh ke kamu jadi imam seperti waktu dulu-dulu?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay, saya nak mandi. Tadi dah jadi plumber. Terasa busuk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Selamat bersahur semua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I miss my whole family. Kasihan adik saya berbuka sorang-sorang. I love u all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s : tajuk tu memang takde kena mengena dengan post kali ni. Hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-5251751198084874304?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/5251751198084874304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/08/barang-baik.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5251751198084874304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5251751198084874304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/08/barang-baik.html' title='Barang baik.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TGbMy935DJI/AAAAAAAAAsM/LGIS-mw78Co/s72-c/n1274315414_234646_8153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1803938650632521519</id><published>2010-08-10T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:08:49.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ucapan ringkas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Selamat menyambut Ramadhan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Semoga kita semua mendapat keberkatan dariNya..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*puasa kali ni nampak menggembirakan.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-1803938650632521519?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1803938650632521519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/08/ucapan-ringkas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1803938650632521519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1803938650632521519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/08/ucapan-ringkas.html' title='Ucapan ringkas.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2595124600432404706</id><published>2010-08-03T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:50:53.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you dare.</title><content type='html'>Ketika membuka e-mail, terbaca tajuk yang agak menarik. "Surat Rasmi Terhebat Di Abad Ini". Ada kawan yang bekerja di pejabat suka meng-forward e-mail macam ni. Biasalah, orang pejabat rajin main email. Release tension mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari baca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suami bin Lelaki&lt;br /&gt;17, Jalan Angkasa ,&lt;br /&gt;24300, Kemaman&lt;br /&gt;Terengganu ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isteri binti Perempuan&lt;br /&gt;17, Jalan Angkasa ,&lt;br /&gt;24300, Kemaman&lt;br /&gt;Terengganu .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 April 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERKARA : PERMOHONAN UNTUK BERPOLIGAMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkara di atas adalah di rujuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sebab utama permohonan ini di lakukan adalah kerana saya ingin melengkapkan kuota yang telah di peruntukkan bagi saya . Buat masa ini kuota yang telah di isi cuma satu , memandangkan masih ada 3 kekosongan , eloklah jika dapat dipenuhi secepat mung kin . Pihak yang akan mengisi satu kekosongan ini buat masa ini ialah Cik Hana Fazura binti Ramli yang merupakan setiausaha saya di pejabat . Memandangkan komitmen yang beliau tunjukkan di pejabat amat baik , eloklah jika kita masukkan dia bersama kita di dalam organisasi keluarga kita . Kekosongan yang selebihnya akan diisi di masa akan datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Untuk makluman pihak puan , yang sebenarnya masalah ini telah lama saya fikirkan tetapi memandangkan poket saya yang selalu nipis , terpaksalah saya tangguhkan dulu permohonan ini di samping kurangnye rasa keyakin an untuk mengemukakan permohonan ini . Kini, setelah saya dapat mengeluarkan kesemua duit pelaburan ASB saya , saya merasakan kembalinya semangat saya yang telah hilang selama ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Permohonan ini amat setimpal kerana dengan kedudukan sekarang ia menguntungkan kedua belah pihak dan juga pihak ketiga . Selama ini hidup kita bahagia sebab jika tidak , manakan mung kin puan dapat menjadi seperti sekarang . Semua yang puan miliki sudah bertambah besar. Kereta besar , rumah besar , rantai besar dan pakaian besar . Jika dulu potongan puan seperti gitar, kini sudah bertukar menjadi drum. Oleh itu, sudilah kiranya dapat kita kongsi bersama insan lain kebahagiaan kita ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pihak puan juga dapat menikmati faedah dari kelulusan permohonan ini kerana puan akan tetap menikmati apa yang telah puan miliki sekarang dengan waktu bekerja lebih singkat dan sistem syif akan di perkenalkan iaitu 1 hari kerja dan 1 hari cuti rehat . Waktu bekerja yang selebihnya akan ditampung oleh pihak ketiga. Kebaikan yang puan akan nikmati ialah waktu rehat yang bebas kerana dalam waktu puan bercuti, saya selaku Penyelia tidak akan memantau aktiviti yang puan lakukan . Pada waktu itu saya cuma akan fokus kepada hasil kerja pihak ketiga . Menguntungkan bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Segala kerjasama dari pihak puan saya dahulukan dengan ribuan terima kasih. Saya amat berharap pihak puan dapat meluluskan permohonan saya ini kerana adalah lebih baik jika kita dapat berkongsi kebahagiaan kita ini bersama insan lain. Saya harap permohonan saya ini di balas dengan senyuman penuh keikhlasan dari pihak puan dan tandatangan puan di atas kertas yang saya lampirkan bukannya balingan periuk nasi , pinggan-mangkuk , ketukan senduk dan perkara-perkara yang menyukarkan pihak puan untuk melakukannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Saya harap puan sudi meluluskan permohonan ini . Hadirkanlah senyumanmu sebagaimana ketika kita menyambut orang baru iaitu bayi kita kedalam keluarga kita 10 tahun lepas ….. Situasinya lebih kurang sama dengan masa kini . Kita akan menerima orang baru juga cuma bezanya ialah jika 10 tahun yang lepas kita perlu menjaga dan membelainya dengan manja bersama tetapi kali ini, setiap urusan penjagaan dan belaian manja akan di laksanakan oleh saya sepenuhnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Akhir kata , saya harap permohonan saya ini dapat dibalas secepat mungkin. Semoga kita bersama-bersama dengan pihak ketiga akan dapat melaksanakan program ini dengan jayanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian , Terima Kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“BERKORBAN DAN BERKONGSI KEBAHAGIAAN LAMBANG RUMAHTANGGA BAHAGIA”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang Ikhlas Memohon ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suami bin Lelaki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, nak pergi dinner naik motor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2595124600432404706?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2595124600432404706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-you-dare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2595124600432404706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2595124600432404706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-you-dare.html' title='Don&apos;t you dare.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1649986044828184162</id><published>2010-07-27T05:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T05:53:48.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Sweet Package.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TE4BxNAeiqI/AAAAAAAAAsE/erkdLbzZFkY/s1600/IMG_8547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498334139882834594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TE4BxNAeiqI/AAAAAAAAAsE/erkdLbzZFkY/s320/IMG_8547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still loving MAF. CIMA anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-1649986044828184162?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1649986044828184162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/07/full-sweet-package.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1649986044828184162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1649986044828184162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/07/full-sweet-package.html' title='Full Sweet Package.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TE4BxNAeiqI/AAAAAAAAAsE/erkdLbzZFkY/s72-c/IMG_8547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2485399476251700940</id><published>2010-07-24T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T18:52:18.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorsikal bewarna merah, gadis yang comel seperti biasa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assalamualaikum semua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maaflah ye, lama meninggalkan blog ni. Bukan apa, sibuk sikit. Benda banyak nak share, cuma malas nak taip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, apakah yang menarik kehidupan semester akhir di Arau kali ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well well well. Seperti yang semua sedia maklum, saya motorcyclist yang berjaya di sini. Petang-petang, saya akan menunggang motosikal di sekitar Arau. Berbekalkan lesen L, saya kini mahir menunggang motor. Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ingatkan setiap minggu dapat balik KL, sebab kelas 4 hari je sampai Khamis. Isnin pula start pukul 12pm. Best kan jadual saya? Namun, kerja sekolah banyak. Project kiri kanan. Maka, jadilah warga Arau yang setia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okaylah, saya puasa. Malas nak cakap banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2485399476251700940?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2485399476251700940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/07/motorsikal-bewarna-merah-gadis-yang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2485399476251700940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2485399476251700940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/07/motorsikal-bewarna-merah-gadis-yang.html' title='Motorsikal bewarna merah, gadis yang comel seperti biasa.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-5510356916715371636</id><published>2010-07-01T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T23:45:40.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rahsia sudah pecah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello dearies.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti semua sedia maklum, saya kini telah bertukar kampus. Kembali ke tempat lama. Itu bukan khabar angin kerana hitam putih telah pun ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not coming back to Malacca and starting next week, I'll be in Arau to finish my last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I choose to transfer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak sebabnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of it is : Malacca has so many entertainments to offer. Bila banyak entertainment, saya tak dapat belajar seperti yang sepatutnya. Mungkin macam tak logik je, tapi I know where I stand. Nyawa di hujung tanduk. Before I regret graduating with super low CGPA, let me make some changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esok, my lovely baby turns 1 month. Happy Birthday sayang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear friends who I met in Malacca, I love you all......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&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/8619805431810530288-5510356916715371636?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/5510356916715371636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/07/rahsia-sudah-pecah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5510356916715371636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5510356916715371636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/07/rahsia-sudah-pecah.html' title='Rahsia sudah pecah.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-741910918840457418</id><published>2010-06-14T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:44:57.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TBX5wILiTlI/AAAAAAAAAr8/I1oBn3aIk3g/s1600/shh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TBX5wILiTlI/AAAAAAAAAr8/I1oBn3aIk3g/s320/shh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482562726618353234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something to tell you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something is changing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-end-&lt;br /&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/8619805431810530288-741910918840457418?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/741910918840457418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/06/shhhh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/741910918840457418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/741910918840457418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/06/shhhh.html' title='Shhhh...'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TBX5wILiTlI/AAAAAAAAAr8/I1oBn3aIk3g/s72-c/shh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1958010220316306105</id><published>2010-06-12T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T18:26:34.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assalamualaikum dan salam sejahtera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya ialah makngah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe. Seorang bayi lelaki yang comel telah pun lahir pada 2 Jun yang lepas. Aiyreel kini menduduki tempat pertama di dalam hati..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dilahirkan sihat, namun selang 2 hari, suspected dengan demam  kuning. Bila cek darah, confirm demam kuning. Dulu saya tak tau pun demam kuning tu apa. Just tahu dia bahaya untuk bayi. Aiyreel lepas tu kekuningan. Mata kuning, pipi kuning, lelangit kuning. Cara atasi, susu badan dan jemur di cahaya matahari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kenapa dia bahaya? Sebab nanti dah besar, bayi boleh lambat membesar, lambat berfikir, lembab. So memang tak boleh biar lama-lama. So pada hari ketiga belas, iaitu harini, Aiyreel telah pun sihat walafiat. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bayi sangatlah wangi. Bau terwangi di dunia, jatuh kepada bau bayi. Bukan bunga ros, bukan bau teman lelaki, bukan bau kilang perfume, tetapi bayi. Suka cium dia. Rasanya sehari cium Aiyreel lebih dari 100 kali. Haha. Ketagih okay bau dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First day dia lahir lagilah.. Fuhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, I'm happy being Makngah. Bila dah besar, nak suruh dia panggil T-Sya (Aunty Sya). Hehe. Oh cepatlah besar Aiyreel, boleh kita gi jalan-jalan berpimpin tangan bersama. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sepanjang Aiyreel lahir, saya dah tak keluar bersocial. Busy. Kesian kakak nanti duduk sorang-sorang. So, I stay here. Tiba-tiba ada Maxis Broadband sebab I cannot live without internet. Nanti mati kutu. Kebun di Farmville nak kena jaga, hubungan dengan kawan-kawan pun nak jaga sama. So, bila tinggal kat sini, saya terus pergi Maxis beli. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bersempena dengan kelahiran Aiyreel, business terpaksa stop kejap. Full time Makngah lah katakan. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far, kehidupan nampak agak baik. Alhamdulillah. Tak sabar tunggu hari Isnin ni. Semoga semuanya berjalan lancar dan apa yang ku hajatkan, dimakbul oleh Nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sebenarnya dah lama tak makan sedap-sedap. Rindu nak makan Seoul Garden, Delicious, ayam spicy McD, Tom Yam Kung, Ikan Pari Bakar sebelah Mydin, bebola ketam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dah lama jugak tak jumpa Hafiz. Hmm.. Dah kata piala dunia sekarang ni, dia pulak buat part time job at night. Memang waktu malam bukan untukku la, siang pulak dia tido. Semoga semuanya baik-baik belaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okaylah, sampai d sini okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-1958010220316306105?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1958010220316306105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1958010220316306105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1958010220316306105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-hello.html' title='Hello Hello!'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-8721282509530598174</id><published>2010-05-31T23:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:58:35.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do I Look?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;How Do I Look?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TAPco1wR7QI/AAAAAAAAAr0/vaVa4zRL-zE/s1600/DSC00426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TAPco1wR7QI/AAAAAAAAAr0/vaVa4zRL-zE/s320/DSC00426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477464165995113730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look good today. Tajuk dipilih bukan kerana keaadan dan penampilan saya. Tapi kerana ayat tu selalu disebut di Hallmark Channel masa iklan The Biggest Loser. Masa menaip ni terngiang-ngiang. Dan oleh  kerana ini ialah rapuan, tajuk dipilih secara rawak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh gambar ni pun tak berkaitan dengan tajuk. Saja je. Dome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baiklah. Saya ada habit nak explain tajuk. Entah kenapa, habit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; May 2010. Tiada lagi bangun awal untuk ke tempat kerja. Lepas subuh, boleh tido. Oh yeah. I LOVE TO SLEEP, A LOT. Pernah weekend, I sleep for 16hours a day. The next day pun buat benda sama. Malas nak keluar, so I tido. Cerita kat TV time weekend macam siaran TV ni takde duit nak beli cerita orang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently, saya sedang ber-countdown untuk hari saya officially menjadi seorang makcik. Yeay! Saya gembira sangat okay. Amat bosan duduk rumah tanpa ahli keluarga. Semua ada hal masing2. Nak keluar selalu dengan kawan? Banyak duit. Yeay,nanti boleh main dengan baby. Alo comelnya baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya berdoa dan berharap baby boy yang bakal lahir ni sihat walafiat dan menjadi anak soleh. Amin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, saya ada blog lagi. Haha. Tamak. Part time untuk saya isi masa lapang di samping belajar meniaga. Saya akan cuba berdiri dengan kaki sendiri. Saya harap rezeki saya dimurahkan Dia, perjalanan itu mudah dan semuanya baik-baik belaka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefashionanthem.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fashion Anthem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setiap hari, online 10 jam. So, if you ask me, can I live without internet? Nope! I'll die. Tak keruan okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss him. I miss him a lot. I hate this &gt;300km distance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tak apalah, ujian. Bercinta lama2, pernah dekat, pernah jauh, pernah terputus di tengah jalan, selalu bergado. Tu semua perencah nak bagi hubungan tu lebih sedap. Okay, ayat blerk, tak enak didengar. Nak bagi hubungan lebih matang dan memupuk give &amp;amp; take antara satu sama lain. Better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alamak, piala dunia dah nak start. Sebulan semua orang akan berkata tentang bola. Macam mana ni? Nak sokong negara mana?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Japan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;England?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Portugal?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brazil?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll pick sesiapa yang menang! Haha. Okaylah. Saya macam dah penat merapu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ya Allah, permudahkanlah perjalanan ku…"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;-end-&lt;/p&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/8619805431810530288-8721282509530598174?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/8721282509530598174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-do-i-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/8721282509530598174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/8721282509530598174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-do-i-look.html' title='How Do I Look?'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/TAPco1wR7QI/AAAAAAAAAr0/vaVa4zRL-zE/s72-c/DSC00426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-6809984741586392641</id><published>2010-05-15T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:22:22.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rojak of Feelings.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum semua.&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sebenarnya saya okay je. Cume ada seseorang buat perangai ini :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/S-5VE2ynGII/AAAAAAAAArk/mfcdu5yimvs/s1600/kickmyassmn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/S-5VE2ynGII/AAAAAAAAArk/mfcdu5yimvs/s320/kickmyassmn3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471404139217361026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tu dia seolah-olah merayu-rayu meminta kaki. Huh. Saya akan bersabar sikit je masa lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh piala Thomas esok final. Tanpa Malaysia. Hanya China dengan Indonesia. Tak apa. Walaupun ini aja sukan yang mampu saya berdebar-debar seperti ada orang nak masuk meminang, tapi saya taklah kecewa seperti orang lain. Kita kan kalah pada yang TERHEBAT. Apa nak dimalukan kan? Kita setanding mereka sebab tu dapat lawan bersama. Cuma yelah, mereka lebih hebat sikit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Status di Facebook : "kita bagus, cuma belum ada rezeki lagi. Tak apa, saya tak marah, touching sikit-sikit je. Bak kata &lt;a title="To tag someone, type @ and then the friend's name" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1066614830"&gt;Azeeka Zakaria&lt;/a&gt;, hidup umpama roda. Kadang-kadang di atas, kadang-kadang di bawah. Suatu hari nanti kita pasti berada di atas! Pasukan anda hebat &lt;a title="To tag  someone, type @ and then the friend's name" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=107982276443"&gt;Misbun Sidek&lt;/a&gt;! Saya bangga sebab kita masih mampu sampai ke separuh akhir. Top 4. Okay apa. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/S-5VEC9-zZI/AAAAAAAAArU/iB8-ou0Z_kQ/s1600/normal_Sport_BWF-07_20070815_148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/S-5VEC9-zZI/AAAAAAAAArU/iB8-ou0Z_kQ/s320/normal_Sport_BWF-07_20070815_148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471404125306408338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(gambar 2007)&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cik abang Chong Wei saya ni tetap disayangi walaupun dia kalah pada Lin Dan. Dia dah buat yang terbaik kan? Tiada orang masuk pertandingan nak kalah. Kalau ada, mereka adalah golongan BIG L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pasukan Malaysia yang lain, clap clap dari saya!&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/S-5VEkMEr5I/AAAAAAAAArc/rvNc_3uum_8/s1600/Linux-Babies-Angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/S-5VEkMEr5I/AAAAAAAAArc/rvNc_3uum_8/s320/Linux-Babies-Angry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471404134223884178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh nak tahu tak, stress gila dengan senior kali ni. Nila team yang paling teruk pernah saya bekerja bersama. 6 kali tukar sample? Haha. Gila. Budak dalam gambar tu comel kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/S-5RfMuaLqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/bdKn1kNQAj4/s1600/28517_1302676883226_1119571380_30770128_7791128_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/S-5RfMuaLqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/bdKn1kNQAj4/s320/28517_1302676883226_1119571380_30770128_7791128_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471400193735405218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe.&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya rindu Encik Jejaka Putera Kesayangan saya. (okay, over).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minggu lepas saya pergi Penang, Sungai Petani dengan Pendang menghadiri perkahwinan seorang kawan (Siti Nur). Kan saya dah kata, saya suka wedding, jauh macam mana pun, saya mesti nak pergi. Sebabnya, saya boleh pergi jalan-jalan. Lepas tu,nanti bila saya kahwin, orang pulak datang majlis saya. Kan kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/S-5ReheP_nI/AAAAAAAAAq0/JET2u9Aao8M/s1600/28517_1302686163458_1119571380_30770198_3888600_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/S-5ReheP_nI/AAAAAAAAAq0/JET2u9Aao8M/s320/28517_1302686163458_1119571380_30770198_3888600_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471400182124904050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tu mereka. Bercinta sejak sekolah okay. Seronok tengok pasangan macam ni. Semoga berkekalan selamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/S-5ReVf60NI/AAAAAAAAAqs/H2lRkLNWkE0/s1600/29972_1406365432932_1046304624_1186768_5864539_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/S-5ReVf60NI/AAAAAAAAAqs/H2lRkLNWkE0/s320/29972_1406365432932_1046304624_1186768_5864539_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471400178910679250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perkenalkan, teman-teman se-emo, Azeeka, Suhana dan Azlan. Teman melepak sehingga pukul 4 pagi di NZ. Merekalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Azeeka yang disayangi. Jeruk azeeka tu bagi kita jelah ye? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suhana, weyh dah balik pun sombong! Dush. Meeting politik je tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Encik Azlan, sila kurangkan outstation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weyh, rindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okaylah, I'm going out. Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-6809984741586392641?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/6809984741586392641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/05/rojak-of-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6809984741586392641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6809984741586392641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/05/rojak-of-feelings.html' title='Rojak of Feelings.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/S-5VE2ynGII/AAAAAAAAArk/mfcdu5yimvs/s72-c/kickmyassmn3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-545413191256040110</id><published>2010-04-30T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T13:07:41.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumaat yang indah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assalamualaikum kesayangan semua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ye, hari ini adalah hari jumaat. Saya amat suka Jumaat. Penghulu segala hari. Seronok berbaju kurung. Yang jejaka ke masjid dan berpakaian seperti mahu akad nikah. Bacaan ayat suci Al-Quran kedengaran sepanjang tengah hari. Pasar malam menanti dengan makanan yang lazat di waktu petang.  Malam ada movie di TV3 &amp;amp; AXN (walaupun asyik ulang 10x). Dapat tidur lewat sikit sebab esoknya boleh tidur sampai tengah hari selepas solat subuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya suka Jumaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay,itu intro untuk tajuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mari ke luahan hati bersama saya. Eeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya sebenarnya tertekan sepanjang minggu ni. Saya harus ke Puchong untuk audit. Puchong terlalu jauh dengan rumah saya. Perjalanan untuk balik ke KL mengambil masa seperti saya pulang ke Melaka. Jammed bertubi-tubi. Kalau hujan lagilah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya tak faham kenapa orang PJ kerja kat KL, orang KL kerja kat PJ. Dan menjadikan jalan raya sesak seperti JKR hanya membuat 1 lane untuk ke KL. Saya rasa dah terlalu banyak highway di bina, fly over tu tak payah cakaplah banyaknya macam mana. But still, sesak! Dan amatlah membencikan apabila senior yang drive nak juga lalu Lebuhraya Persekutuan di waktu puncak. Sanggup hadapi jam daripada bayar tol. 2 jam lebih nak sampai KLCC. Huwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akibatnya, saya amatlah stress disebabkan kesesakan lalu lintas ni. Saya prefer naik LRT, bersesak-sesak, busuk tu semua daripada tersangkut di tengah-tengah jalan raya bersama dengan ribuan kereta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sampai rumah aja, dah 930pm. Mungkin pada anda awal je, anda pernah balik sampai pukul 2-3 pagi. Tapi saya tak bolehlah. Bila badan terlalu lemah, saya dah macam zombie dan saya akan diam dan buat muka malas nak layan sepanjang hari dan menyebabkan tiada kegembiraan di tempat kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Client's office ni sangat best. Cuma perjalanan tu, aiya. Mungkin saya belum membiasakan diri. Tunggulah bila dah bekerja dan memiliki kereta nanti, mungkin saya berada di kalangan penyabar-penyabar itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh2, nak tau tak, datang je tempat client, dihidangkan dengan coffee yang lazat dan berkhasiat. Sedap. Pukul 1130am, air ditukar lagi dengan air wheatgrass. Yerk. Tak sedap. Hijau semacam. Tapi minumla sikit nak ambil khasiat percuma tu. Hehe. Setiap hari macam tu. Baik kan client ni. Dia bagi minum product keluarannya la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jika anda perasan, status kat FB dah seminggu tak update. Malas. Balik, online sejam untuk exlore home FB tu, then sign out. Tiada masa untuk chatting, business, stalking,semuala. Penat. Pernah sekali saya balik rumah, salin baju, tido. No shower, no dinner, no chatting with my guy, no conversation with family, just me and bed. See. I hate going to client's place yang jauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minggu ni minggu pertama. Ada 3 minggu ditempah di sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh may is coming. Yeay! Soon is June. June adalah "bulan jangan kacau saya, saya sibuk." Baby bakal lahir, the prince is coming to KL and holiday somewhere! Yeay. May adalah bulan untuk saya berusaha demi kebahagiaan. June ialah bulan saya berbahagia. July ialah bulan penentuan. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sebenarnya saya sedang tunggu senior ambil saya pergi makan tengah hari. Saya seorang diri di kilang ini. Yang lain semua di HQ. Sudah pukul 1pm. Adakah mereka terlupa saya di sini? Saya dah call. Wooo. Kalau diorang terlupa, sedih gila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cukuplah saya membebel di sini di waktu tengah hari Jumaat yang indah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next time kita heart to heart ye. Banyak nak cerita, cuma tiada masa sesuai untuk duduk sambil melayan perasaan berjam-jam untuk menghasilkan post yang dari hati. Hasilnya, hanyalah bebelan. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till we meet again, nah ambil hugs and kisses ni. Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-end&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-545413191256040110?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/545413191256040110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/04/jumaat-yang-indah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/545413191256040110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/545413191256040110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/04/jumaat-yang-indah.html' title='Jumaat yang indah.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-9142983710176253208</id><published>2010-04-26T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:17:47.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perkara Itu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah hampir seminggu fikiran kusut memikirkan tentang kehidupan. Kadang kala sampai tak boleh tido fikir tentang perkara itu. It's not a big thing pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi entah mengapa, terasa seperti sesuatu menusuk kalbu dan akhirnya,air mata bercucuran. Huwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apapun, pada saat ini, I really miss Arau. The best place I ever lived. Friends are cool. Foods were great and cheap and a lot. Fuhh. Dobi terlalu murah. Semuanya ada kat situ. Travel by train. Seronok sangat. Subuh2 buka pintu gerabak, ambil angin sambil tengok pesawah tanam padi. Tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember waking up so early in the morning, got a message from Hafiz ajak main tennis then breakfast sama-sama. Our first date lepas a month couple. Oh how I miss that moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how I love to sleep sampai Suhana marah. Haha. Every week, saya akan bergolek-golek atas katil sampai tengah hari. Bff or bf akan sms ajak makan. If tak pergi, bebelan Suhana umpama ayam berkokok. Oh I miss my roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then setiap petang seminggu sekali kita akan beramai2 pergi stadium main badminton. Main sampai maghrib. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila fikir tentang Arau je, senyman mesti terukir. Alangkah gembiranya hati jika dapat moments tu kembali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I graduate, I'll go there, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you, Arau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I have lots to say pictures to share, tapi nantilah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&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/8619805431810530288-9142983710176253208?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/9142983710176253208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/04/perkara-itu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/9142983710176253208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/9142983710176253208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/04/perkara-itu.html' title='Perkara Itu.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-8476940721262574950</id><published>2010-04-14T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:10:42.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebelum Cinderella Berlari Pulang.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ada 6 minit aja sebelum jam berbunyi menunjukkan tengah malam telah tiba. Walhal dah mengantuk tahap apa je ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random updates :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a hamster jantan, bernama Cici. Ganas. Asyik nak meronta-ronta. Salah saya memandikannya sampai dia benci saya. Huwa. Bakal memujuknya dengan seekor hamster betina.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya kesempitan wang. Sewaktu duit banyak, biasalah, joli sana sini seperti baru menang loteri. kini, suffer ANF!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya ada online business. Jual shawl &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://cintaofbutterfly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cinta of Butterfly.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya sibuk dengan kehidupan saya sendiri. Tiada masa melayan kehidupan orang lain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Silau mata semakin teruk. Tengah hari jam 12 seperti ada spotlight depan mata. Mungkin Ray Ban original mampu mengatasi. Duit tiada, ada hati nak barang berjenama. Iskh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 pasang baju kurung baru siap. Nak beli lagi rasanya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perut asyik sakit secara tiba-tiba. Harap2 tiada apa-apa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ketagih main farmville. Ada drug ke apa. Hehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kerja melambak-lambak. Esok pergi kerja kena duduk diam-diam, tak boleh bergurau senda. Due date esok!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Jam dah 12.05am. Alamak, pakaian Cinderella telah pun bertukar menjadi buruk seperti biasa. Tapi tak apa, kasut kaca masih ada di kaki. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh it's hard to please someone. If my 1st attempt tak berjaya, I'll do the second. If second tak berjaya, I'll do the third. But when all fail, don't ask me why about apa-apa yang mungkin akan berubah selepas itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-8476940721262574950?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/8476940721262574950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/04/sebelum-cinderella-berlari-pulang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/8476940721262574950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/8476940721262574950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/04/sebelum-cinderella-berlari-pulang.html' title='Sebelum Cinderella Berlari Pulang.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-3899067118672052582</id><published>2010-04-06T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:23:09.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I Miss Blogging!</title><content type='html'>Asalamualaikum dan salam satu Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila saya memprivasikan blog ini suatu ketika dahulu, saya terus malas nak menaip-naip walaupun banyak cerita untuk dikongsi kepada anda semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang proses privasi itu,saya amat malas nak menjemput orang baca, membaca blog sendiri apatah lagi menaip panjang-panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka, blog ini ditinggalkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba perasaan rindu menjelma. Rindu kepada si blog muncul dan rasa untuk taip panjang-panjang mula menjelma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan pada hari ini, saya tidak lagi memprivasikan lagi blog comel ini. Dan sekali lagi, ia telah menjadi bahan bacaan umum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahulu saya memprivasikan blog ini sebab berlaku beberapa perkara yang tak diingini. Untuk mengelakkan keadaan menjadi semakin sukar buat saya, saya memprivasikan aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini, semua yang buruk telah berlalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, semoga kita berjumpa lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-3899067118672052582?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/3899067118672052582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-i-miss-blogging.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/3899067118672052582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/3899067118672052582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-i-miss-blogging.html' title='Oh I Miss Blogging!'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-3007327854323913911</id><published>2010-03-15T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:09:30.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week Notice!</title><content type='html'>Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, on Monday, I'll make my blog as a private blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason : Bad things happen, I'm too emo, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : If you want to read this blog, kindly message your email to me okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : yeah, yeah I know bila I over emo, I'll private this blog. Then tak sampai dua tiga hari,I'll make it public. But this time, it will be longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-3007327854323913911?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/3007327854323913911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-week-notice.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/3007327854323913911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/3007327854323913911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-week-notice.html' title='One Week Notice!'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-3935995249598932593</id><published>2010-03-07T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:47:57.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luluh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lepas satu, satu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aduh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hentikan semua ni boleh? Sakitlah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hatiku luluh sepanjang masa. Ada tak ubat kat farmasi untuk penyakit hati luluh? Dah lama aku hidap penyakit ni. Sejak lahir. Hatiku tak sekuat hati orang lain. Kalau ada kata-kata menusuk kalbu tu, susahnya nak okay. Kena nangis dulu, baru okay sikit. Kalau tak dapat nangis, menggigil lah satu badan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Korang pernah tak kena serang dengan penyakit ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sakit kan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku harap korang just rasa kesakitan tu jarang-jarang, then sekejap je bila menyerang. Sebab aku rasa aku punya berada dalam keadaan kritikal. Sudah sebulan setengah. Setiap masa rasa. Nak jumpa doctor, aku pasti doctor akan kata aku sihat, mungkin dia akan kata aku oversweet sebab selalu makan chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tu je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pagi tadi, aku bangun agak awal. Dalam pukul 10. Awal ye tu, dahla tido pukul 4 semalam, pastu hari ahad pula. So memang agak awal. Aku tak skip subuh. Tak boleh solat, so tak berdosa. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Celik aja mata pukul 10 tu, terus penyakit datang menyerang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lemah kan aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku ada banyak benda nak cerita pada seseorang. Aku amat memerlukan bahu, dan warm shoulder. Betul, aku tak tipu. Aku nak berada kat dakapan seseorang yang boleh buat aku rasa tenang, aku nak menangis sepuas hati, dan aku nak orang tu peluk aku, pamper aku, usap rambut aku, bisikkan kan kata-kata yang aku nak dengar. Dan aku nak orang tu sentiasa ada di hadapan aku. Buat aku tersenyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tak kisahlah lelaki ke perempuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh salah statement tu. Aku kisah kalau orang tu lelaki. Haram kot. Dah banyak dosa aku buat, nak tambah lagi? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kalau perempuan, siapa pula?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku nak luah semua rasa sakit ni pada ibu, tapi aku tak sanggup nak biar ibu nampak aku menangis seperti sekarang. Nanti hati ibu tak tenang. Nanti ibu bimbang dengan keadaan aku. Aku pernah homesick, setiap jam ibu call. This time, its worst than homesick. Aku tak nak ibu sedih sama. Nanti aku lagi sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wahai lelaki-lelaki budiman di luar sana, adakah di kalangan kamu tu, milikku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Er, aku tahu setiap post sejak bulan 12 tu, semuanya emo post. Mesti korang boring kan? Well, do I look like I care? If rasa annoying, shooooh shooohh. Jangan menyemak di sini. Berjuta-juta blog ada kat alam siber, go stalk there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If rasa ada buat salah, pujuklah aku balik. Jangan mengalah, sebab aku dah lama bertahan dengan penyakit ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Penat tau nak pura-pura gembira, walhal hati ni kalau boleh nak nangis je. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Penyakit satu lagi, menangis. Sikit-sikit nak nangis. Lemah. Mungkin sebab tu mata aku bersih kot. Selalu cuci mata. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nasib baik sekarang practical training. if not, memang aku akan dapat surat amaran ponteng kelas terlalu banyak. Silap-silap aku amik cuti 1 sem. That bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sudah-sudah. Aku membebel banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summary hari ni :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan tipu kalau tak pandai menipu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku dah tak boleh terima tamparan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku memerlukan ubat tido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku perlukan seseorang menemani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku hilang selera makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku hanya mahu tido aja sebab bila celik, sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm wondering siapa je yang baca blog ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you don't know what is actually happen, diamkan. Don't act like you are me! Knows everything. Blerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-3935995249598932593?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/3935995249598932593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/03/luluh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/3935995249598932593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/3935995249598932593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/03/luluh.html' title='Luluh.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-5155421687388297882</id><published>2010-03-04T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:02:55.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Long Post. Read it only when you are boring. To Hafiz, its for you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Read the title first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I said I'm recovering from this heartbroken, I think I'm lying again. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a scale of 10, how much I've recovered? It's -5. NEGATIVE FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That bad, huh? Yes. Susahlah cakap English. May I speak bahasa rojak? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Officially, the relationship ends on January. That 4 years end macam tu je without any solid excuses. Bila I asked why?, he said, forget him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not a super computer yang bila I tak nak memori tu, I can simply delete it and empty the recycle bin. I'm not like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I'm not a super computer, I keep remembering all. Satu pun tak pernah hilang. Setiap kali I'm alone, I will remember you. Keluar rumah je, its you I see. 4min perjalanan dari rumah ke LRT, still I remember you. Dalam LRT yang sesak tu pun, tak mampu nak terminate memori tu semua. It's all keep coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan sejujurnya, bila I'm doing my job, being surrounded by tons of files, I don't know why I still flash the memories with you. If I just flashed it, tak apa. But the thing is, bila I remember, hati ni bagai kena hiris dengan pisau. Pernah makan steak guna pisau? Macam tula rasanya, hati ni macam kena potong-potong. Sakit tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dah sebulan berlalu, tapi entahlah. Someone pernah cakap, kalau kita 4 tahun in relationship tu, we need another 4 years, to completely be okay. Lamanya.. &lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; Again, hati bertambah terluka. I want to share this with someone, crying out loud, tapi susahnya nak luahkan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pathetic  ke aku? Ye kot. Tak apalah. Dulu I thought benda macam ni only happen in Malay drama. If happen to me pun, I'll recover fast. Bak kata orang, belum cuba belum tahu. Dah terkena, baru tahu. Sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mungkin people who read this kata I'm stupid, semua lah. Hey, before you say something, think again. Bukan korang yang berada kat situasi ni. Cuba korang be in this : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A girl likes a boy, but the boy doesn't like her. She's sad. Then one day, this boy likes her because she has something that others don't have. People talk bad about them until they manage to be in a relationship. His friends don't like her. It's hard. But someday, this girl has opened the blinds eyes and be among them. She became a better person and they both were happy. They love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it doesn't stay long, they have to separate and be in a long distance relationship for a year and a half. They only see each other around 4-5 times during that year because it cost thousands per dating. Then one day, they fight. Then in sudden, the boy asked her to forget him. He doesn't want to be in this relationship anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that 2 para is the part of 4 years tu. Ada tak korang pernah be in this situation? Really, I ask again, pernah tak? If your longest relationship is stand less than a year, you see your partner for almost every day, you never being tested worst than us, you change your partner every year, you're a player, or you never be in love, you don't have any right to saying I'm stupid, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cakap senang. Nak buat tu, ya Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People surrounding keep saying these to me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Takpe, lupakan dia je. He's stupid for doing this to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Yes, he's stupid. But like I said, I'm not a super computer – IT'S HARD TO FORGET)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy the moment of being single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Yes, I'm trying to enjoy this. But still, I'm lonely. I don't like to chat, I don't approve people I don't know in FB, I did not socialize the way you did, -BASICALLY, I DON'T FIND ANY OTHER MAN TO HELP ME GET RID OF THIS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keluar untuk release tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I do hang out. Always. Money was thrown like trash. But sometimes, most of my friends were busy and in the end, I will still feel lonely especially in weekends where I always have to stay alone at home – SO BILA KELUAR SORANG2, I FEEL SAD-DER BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE ANYONE TO TALK TO AND I HAVE TO WATCH THE ROMANTIC DRAMAS THAT WERE PLAYING IN FRONT OF ME. WELL, IT DOESN'T HELP ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luahkan aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I do let it out. But the responses are really annoying. And sometimes, it only let me feel better in a day, lepas tu tak okay semula. I get mad, mencarut semua. Tapi okay kejap. – BILA BACK ALONE, I'M CRYING, AGAIN) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terus terang ku perkatakan, I cannot move on. Seolah-olah kaki ni stuck on something sampai tak boleh nak teruskan langkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dulu pernah je hilang perasaan sayang terhadap dia. when I was busy with my new friends and busy doing things. Yes, pernah hilang perasaan tu. Tapi waktu tu sekejap je. Less than a week I think. Lepas tu, things are getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do like other guys. But like and love is different. Like is like. I won't be in a relationship with the person I like. As easy I can like a person, it's easier for me to unlike them. Really. Like Adderly called me, EMOESTER. My emotion is like a roller coaster. One minute I like, the next I don't like it anymore. But when it comes to love, I failed to apply this roller coaster analogy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kenapa susah kali ni? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's my first love but my third boyfriend. When I'm with him, everything is okay. But when I'm not, things were chaos. First love is hard to forget. Tak tahulah whether I'm his first love or not. Its okay, semua tu tak penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sejak dia suruh lupakan dia, I keep moral down. Sebelum tidur, mesti pipi basah.  Terkenang. Pernah berkali-kali, I'm crying for an hour before sleep, tanpa henti. So esoknya pergi kerja dengan mata bengkak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bila pergi kerja, kadang-kadang bergenang kelopak mata ni. Mungkin bocor kot. Dalam LRT pun sama. Sedih aja. Pernah sekali I was playing bowling with Horwath gang. 2 games, I diam. I listen to my mp3 and play heartless. Mereka faham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then pernah kitorang pergi karaoke, then I choose lagu The Day You Went Away by M2M. Time ni sedih sangat. Ikutkan hati I'll crying like hell, tapi demi nak menjaga mood kawan-kawan, I gelak aja.  Pahit sangat. Sakit semua saraf nak tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kawan-kawan pesan, jangan sms atau call dia lagi. But still, I can't resist it. I called. He doesn't answer. I sms, but he never replied. My friends are cool. They keep put the spirit in me. What they said really help me to continue my life. But it doesn't help much to keep me moving on. Friends, thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am grateful to have friends like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So a few days a go, (a month after tragedy) I was chatting with a friend at FB. They asked me about my relationship. So I just be honest and tell them the truth. And, I asked about him to them. They say Hafiz has someone already.. &lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; (thanks for sharing this – it's a new beginning for both of us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seperti petir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Masa chat ni, I was at the office and I'm crying macam apa je. Lantaklah apa orang nak kata. Hati betul-betul luluh. Kaki terasa kebas. Tangan menggigil menahan sakit. Seluruh badan terasa macam terkena renjatan elektrik. Terus moral down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did not go to lunch, I'm crying alone in the office. They asked me not to believe, as they did not see it with their own eyes. I don't want to believe it. Tak mahu. So I called a friend who I trust who's staying there, close to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dia tak mengiyakan, tidak menidakkan. Tapi dia yang baik hati telah menasihati, berlaku jujur dan cakap tanpa berat sebelah. Dia menjawab segalanya tanpa sebarang keraguan. Mana-mana perempuan kat sana yang related dengan Hafiz, semua tu hanyalah kawan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I know you want to say that the friend is keeping something so that I won't feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Entahlah. All I can do is bertawakal aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bukan nya mengharapkan dia back to me seperti dulu. Don't you read the above words? He's my first love. If he leave me for another girl, for sure I'm gonna get hurt. Don't you get it? Don't you feel something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, guess what happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kan I tak sms dia lagi after a while. Then dengan penuh harapan di hati, I sms him on that day, hoping he will explain everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I text him : Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He replied : waalaikumsalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hati bergelora bila dia replied. Bukan setakat itu. He answers all the questions that I've been keeping for a month. He told me everything that I quest him. Now I know. All the WH questions have their answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But before you answer this, may I ask you a question? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Can you keep a secret?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let the conversation is between me and him. Let it be a secret that only me and him and Allah knows. Don't ask. Because I don't want to answer it. No matter who you are : best friend, friends, potential boyfriend, mum, brother and sis, I would not say this to you. Jadi jangan tanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please respect this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After knowing the truth, things are getting okay. Not better, but okay. At least the answers are there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm glad I had this heart to heart conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Allah for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think, Allah tested me dengan semua kepahitan ni sebab Dia nak I grew stronger. He knows I'm weak. Dia tahu betapa mudahnya mataku berkaca dalam setiap perkara. Setiap yang terjadi, ada hikmahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So friends, if kita jumpa lagi, I might be a bit harsh to you. So, be prepared ya. My words agak tak teratur seperti biasa, kerana environment dan tekanan mempengaruhi. Kan I dah cakap yang I'm weak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm learning something in the hard way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Hafiz, saya dah dengar part awak dan awak pun dah dengar part saya. Like I said, setiap yang terjadi tu ada hikmahnya. I really hope you'll read this post. Most of them are for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya tak tahu apa yang akan terjadi akan datang. Awak pun tak tahu. So are you, readers. What I'm trying to say is, jika suatu hari nanti, Hafiz betul2 milikku, maka segala apa di bumi ni takkan mampu menghalangnya. Dan jika dia bukan milikku, tiada apa di bumi ni dapat menyatukan kami. Sebab semua tu kuasa Dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku percaya yang setiap manusia di dunia ni diuji. Inilah salah satu ujian aku dan Hafiz. Aku redha, Cuma aku amat memerlukan masa untuk kembali pulih sedia kala. Sampai bila, aku tak tahu. Bagaimana, pun aku tak tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luka parah memerlukan doctor pakar untuk mengubatinya. Selagi tak jumpa doctor, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random updates :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lately my topup banyak dihabiskan untuk seseorang. Azila Azman. I always perang mulut dengan dia. gadoh aja bila berjumpa. But I would laugh after that. bila tak jumpa dia, rindu. Dia pun sama. Hehe. I learn to cakap benda-benda yang menyakiti hati from her. She's my sunshine. My gang at workplace is my rainbows. I see them everyday. They watch the rise and fall of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't got a chance to buy a new skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Telefon rumah dan streamyx tak boleh guna langsung. Kena tunggu orang repair. Sudah seminggu tak online kat rumah. Lepas dah okay, nak format PC. Si adik tu suka nak download semua benda from internet. Semua social website dia sign in. twitter, FB, Myspace, blog, I-bear and semua2 yang I tak pernah dengar dia ada. Then PC tu corrupt. Nak delete pun tak boleh. Ni dia nak Adobe Photoshop pula. "angah, tolong beli Adobe, nanti boleh edit gambar bagi cantik. Belakang ada pokoklah, apelah.." she will edits pictures for me. Ye, janji manis seorang adik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sila tengok cerita Down With Love. Best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm busy with works. (okay, I tipu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;La Senza sedang buat sales di KLCC. (dah beberapa hari berfikir perlu ke tak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teringin nak makan keropok lekor panas dengan yong tau foo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 down, 9 to go. Results in May. (my new project)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya malas cas telephone. Malas gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I belajar driving last week. I still have the skills. Sepatutnya Selasa ni test, tak dapat lagi. Eee.. bila nak ada lesen ni. Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not ready to be in a relationship with someone. I'm kinda trauma. Scandal maybe ok, but to have someone I will love with all my heart is impossible for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If, I don't have a bf by end of this year, I will pursue studying something somewhere. If I have, I will make a new plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like auditing, but I might be working in that sector for 10 years. $$$$!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still put Hafiz name as &amp;lt;&amp;lt;prince&amp;gt;&amp;gt; in my handphone. I am still wearing his gold necklace. I still put my pictures with him in FB and still untagged him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each time I online, I will go to his profile, read comments, watch his activity and do it all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still don't approve people I don't know in FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep wearing jeans yang ada love pockets and it becomes my favorite jeans. (Hafiz bagi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still sleeping with the love pillow he gave to me and I'm still using the comforter I bought with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My weight fluctuates frequently. Masih tak berpeluang cek darah. I'm scared. What if the glucose is over the par…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's been a while I did not eat chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I talk too much. Kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bila Allah cepat makbulkan doamu, maka Dia menyayangimu. Bila Dia lambat memakbulkan doamu, maka Dia ingin mengujimu. Bila Dia tidak makbulkan doamu, maka Dia merancang sesuatu yang lebih baik untukmu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Me and my heart we got issues.." – the Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, there go my 2338 words today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-end- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-5155421687388297882?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/5155421687388297882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-long-post-read-it-only-when-you-are.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5155421687388297882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5155421687388297882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-long-post-read-it-only-when-you-are.html' title='It&amp;#39;s a Long Post. Read it only when you are boring. To Hafiz, its for you..'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-5214270658618945846</id><published>2010-03-01T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:12:28.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not recover, not even a little.</title><content type='html'>Ya Allah, aku benar-benar lemah di saat ini. Bantulah aku mengharungi segala kepedihan di hati. Tunjukkanlah jalan yang terbaik untuk diriku dan dirinya ya Allah. Engkau lebih mengetahui segalanya. Jika ini ujian untuk diriku dan dirinya, bantulah kami mengharungi semua ini dengan tabah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berilah aku petunjuk kerana aku benar-benar tak tahu apa yang harus aku lakukan. Lapangkanlah dadaku kerana sesak di dada semakin menyesakkan, luka di hatiku semakin dalam ya Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilangkanlah resah dan keraguan dihatiku ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benar-benar hilang arah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-5214270658618945846?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/5214270658618945846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-recover-not-even-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5214270658618945846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5214270658618945846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-recover-not-even-little.html' title='I&apos;m not recover, not even a little.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1943105638026784815</id><published>2010-02-26T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:29:37.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanya Dia yang tahu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"ku sangkakan, panas berpanjangan.. rupanya gerimis, mengundang.." (Slam)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesuatu terbuku di dalam hati. nak luahkan, tapi pada siapa? tak boleh nak let it out pada sembarangan orang. aku benci pada respon yang menambahkan luka. i don't need u to add up the spice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku lebih rela orang menipu, tapi lepas tu aku okay dan dapat move on. (i mean in certain things) daripada korang poyo nak cakap terus terang konon-konon bangga tak nak menipu. bullshit. lepas bullshit tu, aku tak nak explain apa-apa further sebab nanti bila bila aku bagi example, terang panjang lebar, mulalah tak ada yang tak puas hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agak kasar kan ke belakangan ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye,aku sedar semua tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seperti yang aku dah cakap awal-awal, ada sesuatu yang terbuku di hati. aku perlu keluarkan semua ni sebelum menjadi barah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadang-kadang lebih baik menipu daripada bangga nak jujur sebab kadang-kadang menipu tu mendatangkan lebih banyak kebaikan. kenapa? takut menjadi hipokrit? hurm. ni lagi malas aku nak explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pandangan manusia tu lain-lain, kan kita semua ni berbeza. ya, kita memang sama di sisi Dia, tapi bila kita compare antara 1 sama lain di mata kita, kita berbeza kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tertekan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tak perlukan bf buat masa ni. aku tak gila lagi nak biarkan hati aku ni dilukai lagi oleh orang yang aku sayang. makin aku ingat, makin hati aku sakit. (nak cakap apa? "tak payahlah ingat!" ni statement orang yang cakap guna mulut. akal dengan hati tu, hanya hiasan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive my bad behaviour, my harsh words and everything bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramai yang kena sembur lately. maaf sangat. orang yang selama ni diam, jarang marah, memang jangan dipetik suiz nya. once burst, habis. for the moment, masih dapat bertahan. tapi entah sampai bila. sila jangan cari gaduh dengan mengeluarkan ayat-ayat panas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post kali ni dah bertapis berkali-kali. kalau tak bertapis, maka lepas subuhlah baru tido. memang 10 page word penuh dengan amarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia lebih mengetahui yang terbaik untuk ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bertahan, Sya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ujian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada hikmah di sebaliknya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biar berat macam mana pun, hadapi dengan senyuman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-1943105638026784815?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1943105638026784815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/02/hanya-dia-yang-tahu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1943105638026784815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1943105638026784815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/02/hanya-dia-yang-tahu.html' title='Hanya Dia yang tahu.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-6681908246950428596</id><published>2010-02-24T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:56:17.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before I sleep.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iya, dah lama kan tak taip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week kena buat kerja untuk admin (banyak gila) sampai buat hati menyirap berkali-kali. Tak apa, dah siap awal sebelum due date, so tak marah dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingatkan dapatlah menjadi CEO berjaya minggu ni, malangnya tidak berjaya. Dapat call dan harus ke tempat pelanggan. Tak apa, tak apa. Masa itu berlalu dengan pantas (menyedapkan hati)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nak bagitahu sesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya kini obses dengan skirt labuh. Macam mana ni? Duit itu semua. Pakaian yang ada baru dipakai sekali masih banyak. Almari dah tak muat, beg bagasi peti tu pun dah isi penuh, bakul juga dah penuh, ampaian gantung-gantung tu pun sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam mana nak buat tak tahu pada baju-baju yang melambai-lambai di pintu-pintu kedai? Haish. Bila pergi je kat Sg Wang, hati melonjak-lonjak. Nafsu seperti baru mengambil pil kuda. Haha. Tidak-tidak. Saya tak amik semua tu. Itu hanyalah perumpamaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin harus berjumpa dengan lelaki kacak dalam cerita Confession of a Schopaholic tu. See, saya suka nak berimaginasi lebih-lebih. Memanglah mustahil kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapuan agak melebih-lebih malam ni. Okay, harus berhenti taip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taipan tadi sekadar untuk latihan menaip aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ada banyak benda nak tulis. (JT, hubby, friends, semua). Malangnya, mood tak sampai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, mood nak tido sambil guling-guling dah sampai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh pagi tadi termimpi hantu kerana melengah-lengahkan bangun di waktu subuh. takut. so terus bangun dengan berdebar-debar. alarm hp dah beberapa kali ditekan walaupun bunyinya agak kuat dan menggelabah. itu tak membantu dalam mengejutkan bangun pagi. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi, sampai di sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-6681908246950428596?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/6681908246950428596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/02/before-i-sleep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6681908246950428596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6681908246950428596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/02/before-i-sleep.html' title='before I sleep.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2108028126304208961</id><published>2010-02-16T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:16:56.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over my dead body.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hello.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;okay, tajuk di atas memang tiada kena mengena dengan post kali ni, post esok, lusa,atau bila-bila pun. i was trying to find a title, tapi tak jumpa. tiba-tiba ayat tu keluar, so itulah tajuk yang tiada kena mengena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;heee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;how are you ANF?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh i'm good. okay je, tiada apa yang best pun. biasa. standard lah manusia normal yang baru putus cinta akan buat. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh nak cita ni, last saturday i went to Aizat and Faizal Tahir concert kat Istana Budaya. superb best! yup2, dulu tak minat pun mana-mana artis Malaysia ni. biasa-biasa je. tapi bila tengok je FT, i'm in love. (okay, adderly nak argue statement ni - dia cakap it's just an "adulation". seriously, aku tak faham adulation tu ape, so bukak kamus and dah faham. haha. maknanya sanjungan secara berlebih-lebihan) adderly is right. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;duduk kat aras 3, memanglah hanya nampak orang bergerak-gerak atas pentas. mata, hidung, mulut semua, memang aku tak nampak. tak apalah, janji dapat pergi kan? heee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;okay, pergi je baca description kat album satu suara kat FB,dah summarize semua pasal concert tu. tak perlulah nak ulang di sini.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;esok kerja. okay,tu boring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;tapi kerja 3 hari je, okay tu best! hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;perasan tak KL panas amat seminggu ni? wah,kipas dah bukak laju-laju pun masih berpeluh-peluh sewaktu tidur. selimut yang selalu menyelubungi diri oun dah tak digunakan. panas gila ye. takpe-takpe, rezeki dari Allah. panas akhirat lagi dasyat. jauhkanlah kami semua dari azab api neraka ya Allah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;okay, i'm so not in the mood to bersosial now. i think i need a long vacation. nak pergi pulau, serious nak pergi. sorang pun takpe. masalahnya hanya 1. damn macam mana nak drive nanti if tiada lesen. bulan 3 akan minta cuti, serious kena amik cuti untuk buat lesen tu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh dah nak habis belajar. yeay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm not going to be an auditor. biar besar mana pun cita-cita time dulu-dulu, ku simpan aja sebagai kenangan. i just want a happy job (ada ke happy job?) maksud saya ialah kerja yang masuk pukul 8, balik pukul 5. bila OT, berbayar. kerja dia senang, tak mahu pressure-pressure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;tak mahulah, nak kerja sendiri. bukak business jual something. best tu. i'm the boss, i'm everything. jatuh naik business tu atas tangan sendiri. best ke ada business sendiri? eee tak mahulah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ha, nak buka chalet kat pulau. mula-mula kena beli tanah. satu hari kumpul RM10, simpan dalam purse. bila tiada duit nak shopping, guna duit saving tu konon-konon akan ganti bila dapat gaji. since gaji tak berapa nak banyak, memang tak pernah berganti and tak pernah ada saving. *sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;so now end up tanpa mengetahui apa nak buat lepas habis belajar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;biaq pi lah tang tu. ada banyak lagi bulan untuk fikir. heeee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;erm sebenarnya stress sikit ni. satu aja nak cakap, tolong faham bahasa. tolonglah faham. how can i move on if people surounding keep putting stone in my way? tolong kutip balik batu-batu tu. terima kasih daun keladi. korang tak faham kan? takpe2, biar je. korang tak berkaitan pun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh masih nak cakap banyak, semuanya seperti baru semalam terjadi. faham tak? okay tak payah faham. baca je next sentences ni. maknanya saya masih belum bersedia, memerlukan ruang dan waktu. tidak mahu bercinta lagi dalam waktu terdekat ni. (i cannot define waktu tedekat)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be ready when i'm ready.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;tolonglah jangan ajak keluar ke,ape ke. tak mahulah. tak perlu flirt-flirt dengan saya ye. i have to offline each time i saw u at FB. tak nak. get a hint dude. so bila saya dah tak reply kat chatbox tu banyak kali, maknanya saya tak mahu layan. bila saya tak mahu layan, biarkan aja saya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;fahami ayat yang di bold kan dan di italic kan tu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh masih mahu berkata-kata ni. ape,ingat dah nak letak -end- ke? haha. belum lagi ye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what goes around comes all the way back around. (okay tak berkaitan dengan justin). someday, when a girl breaks your heart, just remember all the fucking pain that you've put me through okay? all the tears i cried, you will get a payfor that. bukan mendoakan yang tak baik, cuma nak menyedapkan hati sendiri. (you will still be somewhere in my heart). nak move on, kena turn love into benci. that's what i'm doing now. i know i've made you cried too. it just that what you've done is un-acceptable. sorry dude. you don't deserved me. you were right, you're not that good for me because i deserve better. i'll keep every single sms-es you sms-ed me so that someday, i'm not gonna trust and love a guy the way i did to you. because i know now how much love will cost pain to me. oh, none of them will understand you better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"bila seseorang tu tiada jodoh dengan pasangannya, maknanya dia bukan yang terbaik untuknya.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;okay, okay, okay, dah banyak kot i membebel senja-senja ni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hehe. i dapat banyak quote yang best-best kat FB. my friends tu banyak yang berhati pujangga, and banyak kata-kata diorang tu buat i rasa lega.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i will always be here whenever you are ready. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2108028126304208961?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2108028126304208961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/02/over-my-dead-body.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2108028126304208961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2108028126304208961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/02/over-my-dead-body.html' title='Over my dead body.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-4735180251593420551</id><published>2010-02-10T14:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:17:17.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo, not emo, emo back.</title><content type='html'>Hello again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, tiba-tiba macam rajin pula nak update blog ni kan. heee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmm... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not so okay pun sebenarnya ni. tipu lah if i said i've move on, terima segalanya dgn redha, yadda yadda.. itu adalah dusta ye,tak payah percaya. if i write and cakap macam tu, hanya 2 jam je rasa okay, lepas tu, back to heartbroken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nampak aja gelak2, pergi sana sini mcm tiada problem. namun hakikatnya, hanya Dia yang tahu. how i cried inside bila talks about what happen, you guys have no idea.. bergelora jiwa ni. sebak dalam hati ni, sakit gila nak tahan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tapi tak apa, selagi mampu bertahan, i will do. just give me some time ok (not some, many). 4 tahun cannot simply be erased in 1 night, 1 week, 1 month or maybe 1 year. (i hope it will go fast, because i'm hurt like hell now). those yang rapat and berkawan dengan hafiz and me since dip, you will know why it is hard for me to let this shit go away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so hafiz, adakah awak gembira tengok saya mcm ni? tak boleh nak move on, asyik menangis, sibuk terhegeh2 kat awak, sibuk call and msg awak semua. tapi awak tak balas, tak pernah call balik. apa awak rasa sekarang ye? saya betul-betul nak tahulah. gila nak tahu mcm mana awak sekarang ni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kalau ada rasa tanggungjawab kat diri, give me that fucking explanation that you owe me. i don't ask you to do anything else, just slow talk. susah ke benda tu?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, emosi melebih-lebih. tahan aku cepat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudah-sudah, sebelum tangan menaip sambil marah membara, let me cool down. marilah bercakap tentang benda lain pula ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, last saturday pergi genting. jantung di uji dengan permainan yang dasyat-dasyat. solero, IS NOT COOL. tak nak main lagi. takbest. macam mana nak buat bungee jump ni? (ceh, ada hati tu hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this saturday pula nak pergi konsert siti di IB. seronoknya. wheeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i think i've spent thousands already just to ensure that i'm not staying at home alone, then crying macam mati laki. hehe. oh look what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from all the tears and pain kan, i think i'm lucky. yeah, dikelilingi kasih sayang keluarga dan kawan-kawan. sumpah i'm glad i have each and everyone of you out there. kawan-kawan saya baik gila. hugs and kisses! muah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya Allah, aku bersyukur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya, i have something nak bagitahu. i keep a secret dah lama dah. tapi moments to share tu tak kena. nantilah ye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else pula nak cerita ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fikir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fikir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fikir lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masih berfikir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah tak tahu nak cakap apa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, cukuplah kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kita jumpa lagi next post. tak tahulah macam mana emosi akan datang. harap-harap bertambah baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-4735180251593420551?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/4735180251593420551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/02/emo-not-emo-emo-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/4735180251593420551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/4735180251593420551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/02/emo-not-emo-emo-back.html' title='Emo, not emo, emo back.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2786011131949668028</id><published>2010-02-08T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:55:21.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you miss me?</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 weeks of silence, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa menghilang? anggap ajalah saya pergi membawa diri ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti yang kebanyakan orang sudah tahu, I'm single now. After 2 months (starting Dec till end of Jan) of being tested, the 4 years relationship putus macam tu aja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab apa, bagaimana dan semua WH question tu, tak perlulah ditanya time-time macam ni ya. Saya sedang cuba bangun semula ni, beri ruang untuk saya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan tak sayang, tapi entahlah. pasrah. redha dengan ketentuan-Nya. tak siapa tahu apa yang terbaik untuk kami melainkan Dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hafiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awak.. saya rindukan awak. sangat.. saya nak message, nak call, tapi saya takut awak tak reply. nanti saya juga yang terluka. kenapa kita jadi macam ni? saya ada buat salah ke? kalau ada, bagilah tahu saya.. saya sedih sangat.. even masa tulis ni untuk awak, saya menangis.. saya harap kita dapat back macam dulu. saya sayangkan hubungan ni. saya amat sayangkan awak.. terlalu banyak saya nak kata pada awak.. give me a chance to fix things if i'm wrong or just give me some explanation of your decisions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, berilah aku kekuatan untuk aku hadapi dugaanMu. aku dah cuba hadapi semua ni. aku rasa aku tak mampu ya Allah.. Kau lebih mengetahui segalanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2786011131949668028?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2786011131949668028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-miss-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2786011131949668028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2786011131949668028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-miss-me.html' title='Do you miss me?'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-8104454527060912994</id><published>2009-12-30T14:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T14:47:43.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 4 3, still.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;yeah. heartbroken is something that is not easy to heal. i thought i could survive, i was wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420908215640088066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SzrvTQk5XgI/AAAAAAAAAqE/qzCNTTJlgI8/s320/heart_broken_girl_by_iheartyourbrai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heartbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's what i feel now. suffering like shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420908236682539058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SzrvUe9zsDI/AAAAAAAAAqc/KrPdcKjIZHo/s320/Mirage%2520v_2_0%2520BDPT%25201024S%2520Empty%2520Box.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i want to let it out, but i just can't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i just touch the synopsis of the book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the full content, nobody knows it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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_5420908230334427058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SzrvUHUTL7I/AAAAAAAAAqU/cq20-mchung/s320/25%2520sign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25 minutes by MLTR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i keep listening to this song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;someone dedicated this song to me before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;its not related to my situation now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;when this song is playing, the world around me seems not exist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420908225415391282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SzrvT0_gqDI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ZG0JlNFEDO4/s320/you-re-not-alone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yeah, i'm surrounding with lots of friends and family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but it doesn't mean anything when he's not around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is the moment where i want to stay alone, do nothing and emo-ing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;without you beside me, everthing seems to shuts down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SzrvU6W_Q6I/AAAAAAAAAqk/oyHazIp82co/s1600-h/justin-timberlake_0_0_0x0_361x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420908244035912610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SzrvU6W_Q6I/AAAAAAAAAqk/oyHazIp82co/s320/justin-timberlake_0_0_0x0_361x480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;justin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to avoid me from over emo-ing or crying in front of my friends,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i type youtube at the link bar and search for this hottest gentleman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he keep me busy for almost two hours and put a smile on me face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i want to write a post special for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tapi mood tak sampai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my dear justin, come to Malaysia please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you worth every penny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-8104454527060912994?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/8104454527060912994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-4-3-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/8104454527060912994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/8104454527060912994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-4-3-still.html' title='1 4 3, still.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SzrvTQk5XgI/AAAAAAAAAqE/qzCNTTJlgI8/s72-c/heart_broken_girl_by_iheartyourbrai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-5844859937424170971</id><published>2009-12-28T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:31:07.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long, I have to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how to begin this..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready for this.. I’m not okay, I don’t know to share this with whom. I’m not ready to live like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, I have to take a very long time before I fall asleep. I keep crying each time I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m writing this right now, I feel so ‘sebak’. I just hold the tears. I don’t want it to fall in front of my family. They will ask much and I couldn’t answer the questions just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what went wrong, it just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to let my 4 years go. Do you know how much I need you now..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ya Allah, berilah aku kekuatan menghadapi semua ini seorang diri..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m alone, all I think about is you. Bila love song is playing in the air, terus bergenang air mata. I don’t want to let you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-5844859937424170971?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/5844859937424170971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/12/empty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5844859937424170971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5844859937424170971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/12/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-6529042176338740220</id><published>2009-12-16T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:46:03.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy-head.</title><content type='html'>Good morning all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s another boring morning for me. I’m jobless at my working place. I want some job. I cannot online aja, boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing to watch at You Tube. I’m tired of watching Justin there. Movies? Aiya, dah tak larat nak tengok. Unless if there’s a bantal for me to baring, movies won’t be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak chatting pun tak larat. Semua busy, reply lambat. Pastu tanya benda yang tak menarik. So, I rather not to chat at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood is okay this morning. Rasa tenang. Seronok rasa macam tu. Now I’m so boring, cannot call boyfriend or best friend as the colleagues will listen to my voice. Nanti I yang malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate nasi lemak this morning together with milk. Now, that combination has make me so sleepy. I want to sleep badly now. Tahan aja ni. Ikutkan hati, I buat kuak lentang sekarang. Waaa.. pedih mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m writing sebab I really don’t have things to do. I dah watch my laptop ni berjam2.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was the most painful ride of LRT for my entire life. There’s a big lady, berebut nak naik LRT dengan I. She’s triple of me. I got in first. Then she hugs me, push to the back and I’m stuck there for all the way. Sempit gila sampai I tak boleh nak bernafas. My jantung sangat kuat berdegup ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid me from falling down, I stand still and lean at the door. My posture is not right and it gives me a very painful muscle. Tegang urat perut sepanjang perjalanan. Macam buat sit up 15x. sakit oh. Keluar aja dari train, I pening. Terasa pitam. Tak suka mcm tu. Nvm, its part of my experience. Wahai LRT 4 gerabak, cepatlah beroperasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of this month, I kena buat stock take at midnight. Best kan? Hehe. Can’t wait! Learning new thing is so cool. Esok pula ada Annual Dinner. 60’s &amp; 70’s. So, I’ll be Saloma lah esok. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaylah readers, terima kasih sudi layan rapuan I ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-6529042176338740220?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/6529042176338740220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleepy-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6529042176338740220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6529042176338740220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleepy-head.html' title='Sleepy-head.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1027625386788213915</id><published>2009-12-13T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:09:12.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama....</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i would like to say i'm sorry to anyone who might terasa by the way i act lately. i'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't want to talk about my result or whatsoever related to it. really, i don't want. what i got is what i deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not emo-ing or what, it just why don't we talk about other thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not replying any messages, reply the buzz, communicate, especially to amelia, niza and bun. i'm not sombong, it just i don't want to talk about result, if you want to talk about anything else, i'll be there. really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pernah tak dengar lagu Babyface, Drama, Love 'Lationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's my fav song now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about whose right or whose wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its not about who's weaker or who's strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not about who's innocent or who's fault&lt;br /&gt;It aint really bout that kinda thing at all&lt;br /&gt;Its not about who does it or done it or did it to who&lt;br /&gt;Dont matter if the both of you lose&lt;br /&gt;Its really not bout nothing, excpet for me and you girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about drama and love and 'lationships&lt;br /&gt;and when the going gets tough you deal with it&lt;br /&gt;and you dont ever, you never walk away from it&lt;br /&gt;you hold on, you be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its about drama and trust and making it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your somebody mess up you take it in&lt;br /&gt;dont let nobody come between you, you just stay with them&lt;br /&gt;you hold on, and be strong&lt;br /&gt;and hold on, yes you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its not about the stupid things that we say&lt;br /&gt;We're always saying stupid things anyway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its not about the secrecy of the lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl &lt;strong&gt;everybodys gots a secret to hide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not about who was he, who was she, who's creeping on whom&lt;br /&gt;Wont matter if the both of us lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its really not bout nothing, cept for me and you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint bout your pride&lt;br /&gt;Aint bout yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its bout the two of you, and no one else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint bout the hurt&lt;br /&gt;Aint bout the lies&lt;br /&gt;Aint bout the crazy things thats running through your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its bout the love thats supposed to last and never die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-1027625386788213915?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1027625386788213915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/12/drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1027625386788213915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1027625386788213915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/12/drama.html' title='Drama....'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-8428170679163155391</id><published>2009-12-11T10:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:26:31.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachments to the previous's post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*amaran kepada pembaca, sila baca post di bawah dahulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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_5413805612569627522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SyGzhWQ6i4I/AAAAAAAAAnk/xFgmSGWNHIQ/s320/IMG_2977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiza's sister's wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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_5413805620016727394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SyGzhyAcRWI/AAAAAAAAAns/ItHRcRLFgtQ/s320/IMG_3018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Najwa's wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413805629243716002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SyGziUYU8aI/AAAAAAAAAn0/1VaAj5HBmeA/s320/IMG_3047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sweetest birthday girl with her first cuppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413811060494180402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SyG4edXWIDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Bp5bzvsDV38/s320/15432_1271186573545_1046304624_839856_3317268_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;birthday girl with her bestfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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_5413811066746349874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SyG4e0p-qTI/AAAAAAAAAoE/zxe2GOjlk8Y/s320/15432_1271186813551_1046304624_839862_5242229_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When a man met two girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413811289639759490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SyG4ry_6LoI/AAAAAAAAAos/X1lSyPN3hLc/s320/IMG_3164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trip to Muzium Negara [mural Hang Tuah]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413811281012716674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SyG4rS3D9II/AAAAAAAAAok/jLNckL0DqXE/s320/IMG_3152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413811090385655458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SyG4gMuB1qI/AAAAAAAAAoc/rEikDJSowdc/s320/IMG_3120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went there!&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413811080590010354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SyG4foOkJ_I/AAAAAAAAAoU/HOzzNh4_1fc/s320/IMG_3073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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_5413811074303141042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SyG4fQzqJLI/AAAAAAAAAoM/MQL2OjihhVw/s320/IMG_3064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*wink.&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413811298635505298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SyG4sUgqXpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/LMDLsbRPLzw/s320/IMG_3395.JPG" /&gt; this morning with Nurul &amp;amp; Zaim @ working place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-end- 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-8295028820742257692</id><published>2009-12-10T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:48:25.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compression of A Thousand Words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After so long, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;Banyak nak update sebenarnya, lupa lah. Let’s separate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I’m officially turned 22. Hehe. Orang lain dah tua lama dah, I baru terkedek2 menjadi dewasa. Tak apalah, comel sikit. Muda lah katakan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I celebrate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate it with love and happiness. Hidup dikelilingi keluarga dan sahabat2 tersayang. Of course I’m happy. On 5th December tu, my cousin kahwin. Najwa. She’s younger than me a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestnya kahwin muda2. Rasa macam nak suruh Hafiz pinang sekarang aja. Haha. Tapi tak mungkinlah kan. Tak cukup duitlah, apalah. Ni semua salah mentality manusia yang kata bila nak kahwin kena ada duit beribu2, kena ada harta itu, harta ini. Hello, syarat kahwin tak kata pun semua tu. Melepas aku nak kahwin muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan gatal, it just that I dah bercinta dengan Hafiz for almost 4 years now. I want to marry him, he want to marry me. So, what’s the big deal? Kahwin kan senang. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Afraid tiba2 ada baby? Bukan ke dunia dah canggih. Ada cipta condom, pil perancang, semua2 lah. So, use it people! Yeah, I know bila get married, suami yang bertanggungjawab. But bila status pelajar, tak salah kan jika ibu bapa tanggung sikit. Its not wrong, its your mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, we all know kan bila dating, gayut lama2, bertentang mata, semua tu dosa. Tahu kan? Yeah I know it too. I do it too. It’s not easy to elak those kind of things kan? I don’t want to explain further, fikir sendiri bila ada masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masyarakat telah memilih wang untuk perkahwinan, bukan perkahwinan yang boleh mengelakkan dosa. Tahniah masyarakat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab tu lah berlambak2 remaja tak virgin. Lelaki ke, perempuan ke, sama je. Sebab apa? The only way to menghalalkan sex tu masyarakat buat complex sgt. Married = Money. Bukan semua dapat kawal nafsu. Ingat tu. oh, duit beribu juga susah dicari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau nak tunggu I own banyak harta, susahlah. Hmm, never mind. Jodoh pertemuan di tangan Tuhan. Perkahwinan ialah ikatan yang menghalalkan apa yang haram di antara lelaki dan perempuan. For now, I’m not into sex pun. Had it pun belum. So, I can wait. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, title lain, content lain. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my birth-day. Time tu, semua saudara dari utara mai turun KL. Wah, best sangat! Borak2, tukar2 cerita. Hehe. I love when the whole family gather. Walaupun tak semua, I’m satisfied. Mak Lang cakap I makin lawa. Hehe. Lagilah suka. Lalalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time tu juga ada debate dekat UPM. They ask me to turun Serdang. Family or Friends? Of course family. I enjoy spent time with family. Maaf ye kawan2. Pergi jumpa mereka umpama menyerahkan diri menjadi korban di hari raya Aidiladha. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 645pm on 5th December, suhana datang bersama her lover, azlan. Membawa cuppy untuk saya. Sangat terharu oh! My first cuppy. Hehe. Big hug su. Lalan tak boleh lah nak hug, sorry. Hehe. Then tangkap2 gambar ketika orang azan. Iskh, tak sopan. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had Hafiz spent time together with me on my birthday. We never had that chance yet. I don’t mind. As long as I know that we had each other in other way, I’m okay. I’m not a type of girl yang memerlukan her guy setiap masa. I don’t need to see him everyday. I used to had that time, now I don’t. We’re tested, and we won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month is his birthday. I think I want to go to Penang jumpa kekasih hati. If dia yang turun, dia yang pergi jalan. I nak pergi jalan2, naik ketapi, makan mee udang, pergi komtar semua. Kalau tak, I have to go to the same place, BB, KLCC, Mid, boring dah. Penang, see you this CNY! *kita sambut belated ye sayang? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, gigi bongsu tak tumbuh lagi ni. Grow up nicely ye cik gigi. Jangan sakit2, I don’t like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Practical Training&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started my practical on 1st December aritu. How was it? Perfect! I have colleagues yang masuk air. Haha. Joke ada dengan diorang ni. Asyik gelak je. On my second day, I met a client. Apply for government grant. Now I know how to do it. Be at Klang for 2 days. Pastu buat balance sheet yang horror. Now, jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of working environment is the journey to go to office by LRT. Hari ni je, I watched 7 trains passes me by. Tak muat nak masuk. I muat aja, tapi orang depan yang berjela2 block my way. Mereka tua, so saya segan nak memotong baris mereka. Kena tunggu I agak depan barulah boleh menyelit2. I’m expert now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni ada pengumuman nak dibuat, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SILA JANGAN BERNAFAS MENGGUNAKAN MULUT KETIKA ANDA SEDANG BERSESAK2 DI DALAM LRT PADA WAKTU PAGI.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning breath amat horrible! Di kala orang sedang berkepit2 di dalam tu, bau peluh akibat jalan terlalu laju kerana dah terlambat ke tempat kerja, posisi badan amat tak betul kerana orang yang ramai dan tak cukup ruang, I really can’t accept that shit smell. Semua orang mulut dia busuk pagi2. Me too. Tapi tolong cover, tolong bernafas melalui mulut. Tolong jangan berborak, mengeluh, atau apa aja yang membuatkan udara melalui mulut anda. I can’t resist. Can u resist it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning kan I missed 7 trains, the 8th I dapatlah naik. Don’t dream for the most comfortable journey bila naik LRT pagi2. I’m not so big. Bila ada ruang untuk berdiri, I mestilah menyumbatkan diri. Yes, Berjaya masuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a pakcik perut dia besar kat sebelah i. I don’t mind. Yang penting I Berjaya. Time tu memang dah takde ruang untuk extra passenger. Tiba di Datuk keramat, adalah seorang Bangla yang tetap nak masuk. He’s big. His stomach, much bigger. He push me to the back. I’m stuck in between. 2 buah perut besar menghimpit me yang not big at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m like a ikan bilis di dalam sandwich. Then, Bangla ni mengeluh. Shit! I’m in a dumpster. Fa-kiu. Memalingkan muka dan terus buat muka wth + wtf kerana tak dapat menahan. Argh! I hate that moment. Keluar aja dari train, I grab my sanitizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s for today. I’ll update so soon nanti pasal my practical ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love story :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started my practical ni, I jarang dapat cakap dengan Hafiz. He’s busy, I’m busy. I rindu dia lah. Rindu sangat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope u miss me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Financial status :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hari, I makan RM5. That’s the plan. Hanya 4 hari pertama je berjaya. The rest, haha. GAGAL. I spent more than I should. Breakfast aja dah habis kan RM4. Lunch, RM5. Tu belum campur lagi junkies yang I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iskh2, I kasihan tgk diri I yang tak terkawal ni. Dah 2 kali I breakfast dengan kek chocolate. Secret recipe baru aja buka 3 hari kat bawah ofis ni. Turun lift, dah sampai. Ketika mereka sedang membahan Zaim yang berisi, I gelakkan lah dia sekali. Tiba2, Zaim berkata, tunggulah bila metabolism dah tak active, time tu mesti berisi, especially dia ni. He’s pointing at me. I was like, huh? I’m dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t resist makanan yang lazat. Can’t resist choc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalah di tangan sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, I overspent and I’m running to broke and I'm killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaylah, its time to letak titik noktah. Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-8295028820742257692?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/8295028820742257692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/12/compression-of-thousand-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/8295028820742257692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/8295028820742257692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/12/compression-of-thousand-words.html' title='Compression of A Thousand Words.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-3085588898284071943</id><published>2009-11-21T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:44:45.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things in one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while juga I tak update my blog ni. Bukan apa, keghairahan hilang tiba-tiba. It’s a very boring holiday and costly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I said it’s costly? 1st Dec, I’ll be starting my practical training. I don’t have much professional attire. So, kena beli semua sekali gus. They said that the trainee has to wear blazer or suits or whatever represents the professional look. Baju kurung tu boleh ke? Segan pula nak pakai if others are not wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, I’ve been hunting for that kind of attire. Currently, I only have 1 grey suit, 3 collar shirts, 3 vests, 1 black slack. Mana cukup. Waaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m broke now. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapalah accounting sector ni tak boleh pakai dress and color2 yang meriah-meriah. If boleh, I don’t have to worry at all. I have lots of it. Oh I need a big handbag. Puas cari, namun belum jumpa. I really need a big bag. Nak isi botol air, payung, pencil case, kasut, shawl, semua2lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever hold my bag, you should know how heavy it is. Heee.. all my bags yang rosak sebelum ni pun sebab overweight. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mesti ramai wondering why I want to put my shoes in the bag kan? Well, sekarang ni kan rainy season. I nak pergi kerja pakai selipar aja. Dah sampai tempat kerja, baru tukar heels. I have to walk to LRT station, so bagi mengelakkan kasut rosak, baiklah I pakai selipar. Kena berjimat. Gaji belum beribu lagi. So tak boleh selalu membazir. *look who’s talking. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m nervous to start the training. I hope I can perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I regret about something. I’m scared. What if all the things that I had before, is gone? Tolong tunjukkan jalan ya Allah.. I don’t want it to end up like this. Please show me the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s something for Adderly Shah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I’m sorry about the asshole thing. I never meant it. I was nervous, tiba2 kena debate kat depan. Debate with the professional debaters pula. Of course I gelabah. In sudden, terkeluar perkataan tu. And it sticks with you for more than 3 months now. You’re not an asshole. Really. You’re not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bad you bahan-ing me sampai I menangis pun, it doesn’t make you an asshole. I know you just being naughty. By bahan-ing me, Amy and others, you put a smile on people’s faces. I laugh out loud bila ada joke especially bila Amy yang kena bahan, bukan i. haha. (sorry Amy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad when you have to live with that “asshole” until now. Bersalah pula rasa. Noel, please stop calling Adderly as an asshole. He seems mad with that title. I feel guilty. For those who really know me, will know that I bukan type yang suka ejek2 orang. I don’t call people with bad words. (bukan tak called langsung, maybe kurang called). I might mengumpat, but to give people names, bukan I (dalam 100, I might called 1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, I’m so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To others, sila jangan panggil Add as an asshole lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, habis dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happens. It made me realized that loyalty, patience, love and respect are the most important things in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t treat others like a trash boleh tak? I hate to see people that I love get hurt by that. You’re a human, if I treat you like a trash, how do you feel? Sedih? Marah? So janganlah nak layan orang lain macam tu. Damn it! I really don’t like you. I never like you pun. I have to be a hypocrite when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get some respect from others, respectlah orang lain juga. Give and take. Pernah dengar? Tolonglah, kau tu dah besar, tua pulak tu, fikir sendiri lah. Ke kau nak aku yang bersyarah? Don’t turn me into biatch. Really. Diam2 aku ni, bila aku dah start sound orang, memang lagi dasyat dari semua mulut yang lancang. Sekali aku sound kau, pandang pun aku tak ingin. Just don’t push that biatch button, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be called as an asshole, because it is you. The real you. ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, emo dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should work on a few chapters, tapi malas lah. Tiada mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that’s all for tonight. Till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406565932576680178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Swf7Egn2KPI/AAAAAAAAAnc/TjveHz5TmHo/s320/DSC00028.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*masa keluar bersama Amy and Add. saya malas nak upload pic. nantilah ye. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-3085588898284071943?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/3085588898284071943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-things-in-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/3085588898284071943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/3085588898284071943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-things-in-one.html' title='A few things in one.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Swf7Egn2KPI/AAAAAAAAAnc/TjveHz5TmHo/s72-c/DSC00028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2377196813813975081</id><published>2009-11-15T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:43:11.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adakah anda tahu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;saya baru aja tahu semalam yang Putra LRT dah ada 4 gerabak. fuyoo..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sebelum ni dua aja. sekarang dah ada 4. wow! (anggap saya sedang buat guna jari). tak tahulah dah boleh guna belum. si adik berkata belum lagi, tapi diorang dah jalan kat trek tu. maybe test drive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;wah.. saya amatlah kagum. dari rumah dah nampak diorang lalu. so agak amazed la. chances untuk duduk ketika naik LRT amatlah tinggi. yes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;tak sabar nak naik. lalalala..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm tired. unpack my stuff. kini tangan menjadi kasar kerana rajin bekerja. sudah berkali2 saya menguap. esok nak pergi makan laksa. berbulan2 ku idamkan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;saya mengantuk. good night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2377196813813975081?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2377196813813975081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/adakah-anda-tahu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2377196813813975081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2377196813813975081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/adakah-anda-tahu.html' title='Adakah anda tahu?'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1309671999090923222</id><published>2009-11-14T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:28:22.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy yummy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hmm.. setiap manusia tu bernafsu kan? bila seorang lelaki melihat Megan Fox masa berlakon Transformer 2 time dia atas motor tu, mesti bergetar2 jiwa raga mereka kan? haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ye, wth yang sedang saya katakan sekarang. mari kita imbas kembali. pagi tadi, saya tengok cerita The Client (1994) dilakonkan oleh tommy lee jones dan susan sarandon serta devon sawa kot. lupa pulak the cute boy punya nama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh anda semua harus tengok cerita ni. harus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;disebabkan terleka menonton movie, saya terlewat siap untuk pergi ke bandar hilir berjalan2 bersama cha2. seperti biasa, jalan di antara DP dan MP tu sesak. nak tahu tak kenapa dia sesak? sebab arkitek yang bina DP dia terlupa bina parking yang cukup! grr..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;bayangkan di kawasan yang 1 kilometer persegi yang mempunyai 2 shopping mall besar, dan menara taming sari yang menjadi tumpuan pelancong. bayangkan betapa ramainya manusia yang akan datang dikala hujung minggu. sudah terbayang? dan bayangkanlah jika anda datang menaiki kereta, terpaksa pusing2 selama setengah jam mencari parking kerana parking kat DP tu boleh memuatkan tak sampai 200 kereta kot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hello, korang bina DP tu nak berapa orang je datang 1 hari? nak kitaorang semua datang jalan kaki ke? ke naik LRT macam kat KLCC, kat Ampang Park? oh lupa, we're talking about Melaka here. manada LRT ke, ape ke. huh. lepas tu bila orang parking merata2, cepat2 korang saman kan? i don't understand. oh lupa nak cakap. parking kat MP tgh renovate. hmm..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;shopping mall gempak2, tapi tak cukup parking. apelah. tu aja nak cakap sebenarnya. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ketika di shopping mall, entah apa yang terjadi pun saya tak tahu. bila dah keluar, tahu2 tangan penuh beg plastic dan duit habis. woo..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;belian terbaik hari ini : beaded cream blazer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;adakah anda rasa tertipu dengan title dan juga intro di atas? hmm.. jangan salah sangka. saja nak selitkan aktiviti hari ini. baiklah. mari teruskan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sepanjang tinggal di Melaka tanpa membuat apa2 selama 5 hari, saya telah mendownload banyak cerita. love story. romantic movies. sila faham, cerita romantik. bukan cerita blue. saya tak download benda macam tu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;antaranya ialah confession of shopaholic, bridget jones's diary, wedding planner, never been kissed dan the client (ni bukan romantic movie). dan sekarang cerita upclose and personal. hehe. tak sabar nak tengok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;entah kenapa, saya melting gila bila tengok these heroes yang amatlah charming ketika berlakon. woo.. tak suka melting macam ni. nanti suka nak senyum sorang2. hihi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;if saya tiada nafsu, i will do a "straight face" bila JT lalu depan saya. tapi since saya bernafsu, i will scream like hell and act like a monkey bila dia lalu. haha. oh, lupa nak cakap, nafsu bukan semata2 untuk sex ya. sila faham itu. anda dah besar. bila baca ni, anda mesti faham yang saya sedang katakan sekarang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;entah kenapa saya tulis tentang nafsu? entah. tiba2 nak tulis. hmm, jangan fikir kotor ye. tak baik. saya just cerita pasal semua orang bernafsu, emo sekejap tentang DP dan MP, cerita pasal cerita apa yang saya tengok dan bagi contoh sikit2. itu aja.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;apa pun, saya ingin memaklumkan bahawa lelaki yang berjambang seperti mereka di bawah nampak amat yummy. sikit2 sudah. janganlah sampai tak shave berbulan2. you'll look like a monkey nanti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403986713453521682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sv7RSMpT6xI/AAAAAAAAAnU/IatngwE4iJw/s320/wall%2520107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;michael buble yang boleh buat saya melting melalui suara dia..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sv7RR6wzRuI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zgvIPYUsvA0/s1600-h/n5718732097_261890_1671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403986708653098722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sv7RR6wzRuI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zgvIPYUsvA0/s320/n5718732097_261890_1671.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JT yang membuat hidup saya tak tentu arah. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another rubbish from me. *wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tahniah kerana berjaya membazirkan beberapa minit membaca sesuatu yang tak bermanfaat. nak baca yang bermanfaat, sila baca buku teks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-1309671999090923222?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1309671999090923222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/yummy-yummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1309671999090923222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1309671999090923222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/yummy-yummy.html' title='yummy yummy..'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sv7RSMpT6xI/AAAAAAAAAnU/IatngwE4iJw/s72-c/wall%2520107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-8427893305669146149</id><published>2009-11-13T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:09:24.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to You!</title><content type='html'>To : A N Faiza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From : A N Fasya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403418839683783858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvzMzmABXLI/AAAAAAAAAnE/TCbpNg5xKgQ/s320/IMG_1017_resize.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hey sis, happy birthday! this year is a wonderful year to you. may Allah bless you. just remember one thing, no matter what happen, we will always love you. be happy okay. i love you sis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-8427893305669146149?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/8427893305669146149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/8427893305669146149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/8427893305669146149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday to You!'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvzMzmABXLI/AAAAAAAAAnE/TCbpNg5xKgQ/s72-c/IMG_1017_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-6708812008391827232</id><published>2009-11-12T20:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:07:13.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Di kala hujan rintik rintik..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403200101264502162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwF3V45rZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/o7BsVy-j3uk/s320/IMG_4037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ye.. apabila hujan rintik-rintik, apakah aktiviti saya? adakah saya study seperti rajah di atas? oh tidak mungkin. jika final pun saya tak study, apatah lagi jika bukan final. seharian di rumah tanpa buat apa2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lihat rajah di bawah pula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwKTEyT_eI/AAAAAAAAAms/tXfNgIhd0bY/s1600-h/IMG_2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403206154857557586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwLXtR9LlI/AAAAAAAAAm8/WxQAGZbKvwo/s320/IMG_2621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kain baju ni baru aja dipunggah dari almari dan dilipat elok2 supaya senang nak dimasukkan ke dalam beg apabila pulang ke KL nanti. inilah sebahagian dari pakaian yang telah saya bawa ke Melaka. sebahagian lagi ada di KL dan sebahagian lagi di dalam mesin basuh, sedang dibasuh. hmm.. manakah harus ku letak semua ini? dah tak muat almari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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_5403200088564961954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwF2mlGEqI/AAAAAAAAAmU/oisKgr-jCCQ/s320/IMG_9188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah habis exam, saya rasa amatlah bosan. terbukti apabila saya sentiasa available di YM dan juga FB dan blog juga sentiasa diupdate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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_5403200086377044114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwF2ebdGJI/AAAAAAAAAmM/DNqpAiD7J0c/s320/IMG_9177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaupun sentiasa available, saya selalu aja tak reply message, mahupun tidak reply buzz, dan juga tidak mengangkat telefon serta membalas sms. anda perlu faham kerana ketika itu saya sedang tidur dengan nyenyaknya. kenapa saya tidur? sebab saya dah tiada benda nak buat. online boring, Astro lagilah. jadi, saya lebih rela memilih untuk tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa saya tidak keluar berjalan2? kerana tiada orang nak teman. wooo.. tambahan pula, wang yang berkepuk2 kian menipis dan besar kemungkinan akan broke sikit masa lagi. jadi, adalah baik jika saya stay di rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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_5403200091161081954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwF2wQDuGI/AAAAAAAAAmc/sv5qDalVBcE/s320/IMG_9889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mereka (seperti dalam rajah di atas) sibuk dan sebahagian darinya telah pun pulang. kerana kasihnya pada cha2, saya setia di Melaka sehinggalah saya pulang di pagi Ahad nanti. ibu dan adik2 ku sayang, sila bersabar menanti kepulanganku. ku mengharapkan makanan yang sedap2 nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwF2PQGPqI/AAAAAAAAAmE/eP3W7kXtnws/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403200082302877346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwF2PQGPqI/AAAAAAAAAmE/eP3W7kXtnws/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth dengan gambar di atas? well, jika saya keseorangan, saya selalu tangkap gambar sendiri. memandangkan camera saya seperti cermin, tiada masalah untuk saya tangkap gambar seperti gambar di atas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gambar ni kat LRT. dan untuk pengetahuan semua, saya ada beratus2 gambar seperti ini. sebab itulah external saya dah hampir mencecah 80G khas untuk gambar sahaja. syukur battery dah mati dan tak mampu bertahan lama. jika cas 3 jam, boleh guna 5 min aja. harus menanti sehingga pulang ke KL untuk beli baru. saya selalu beli dekat Ampang Park. oh, laksa kat Ampang Park. wait for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwEh9g97fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ITI4Kebxqag/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403198634432785906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwEh9g97fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ITI4Kebxqag/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa pula dengan gambar di atas? ini pun tangkap sendiri. dan kerana saya rasa saya agak comel, maka saya upload lah. hihi. amelia is there too. balik kita jumpa ok? banyak benda nak cerita ni. *wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwEhYMSnaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/7avXJ1lp0MA/s1600-h/Image143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403198624413949346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwEhYMSnaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/7avXJ1lp0MA/s320/Image143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakah ini? ini adalah homemade brownie hadiah hari jadi yang ke 20. hehe. sedap kot. apakah hadiah birthday kali ini? harap2 ada kek dari ibu. itu aja dah cukup. we always celebrate this kind of days together. ketika saya mencecah umur 21 tahun, si dia telah terlupa mengucapkan happy birthday. hehe. am i mad? i nangis kot. wooo.. jangan lupa lagi sayang. tak nak kawan nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwEhLAnj-I/AAAAAAAAAls/CSaihIv6Z0U/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403198620875329506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwEhLAnj-I/AAAAAAAAAls/CSaihIv6Z0U/s320/Image059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah lama saya tak pergi dating berdua. semalam perancangan telah dibuat, dan i'm counting the days now. untuk kami berdua berjumpa dan spent time together untuk 3 hari, kos amatlah tinggi. setengah ribu perlu ada. jika tidak, anggaplah itu sekadar mimpi. mari kumpul duit,dan berjumpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwEg9kgY3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/kGv_uE3Wj5A/s1600-h/IMG_4652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403198617267757938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwEg9kgY3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/kGv_uE3Wj5A/s320/IMG_4652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laptop yang telah banyak berjasa. kawan terbaik ketika ini. bersama laptop inilah saya duduk menghabiskan waktu. nampak tak mp3 putih di atas? well, its actually purple. it's gone. saya tersalah letak di dalam rumah. perlu masa nak cari balik and i really miss you lah. come back to me please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwEghIOpxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/5JxjTAFAJkc/s1600-h/IMG_4089_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403198609632962322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwEghIOpxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/5JxjTAFAJkc/s320/IMG_4089_resize.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;lihatlah gambar kucing ini. aren't they adorable? well, jangan tertipu dengan wajah mereka yang comel. mereka sangatlah busuk, dan teramatlah suka kencing merata2. dan mereka juga suka pecah masuk bilik orang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saya ingin membela seekor kucing. kucing itu haruslah tidak busuk, tidak suka cakar dan gigit, berbulu tapi tak cepat gugur dan mestilah manja serta reti berak dekat toilet bowl. memenuhi criteria tersebut? anda berminat nak jadi kucing saya? jangan malu2, bagitahu aja. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see, i just spent about an hour membuat entry ini. sekian sahaja dari saya. esok saya post yang lain pula. selamat membaca. *esok nak tulis pasal apa pula? hmm..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*currently, time is not that gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-end-&lt;/div&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/8619805431810530288-6708812008391827232?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/6708812008391827232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/di-kala-hujan-rintik-rintik.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6708812008391827232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6708812008391827232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/di-kala-hujan-rintik-rintik.html' title='Di kala hujan rintik rintik..'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvwF3V45rZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/o7BsVy-j3uk/s72-c/IMG_4037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-6880615016277030151</id><published>2009-11-11T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:08:11.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1 : The beginning of something wonderful..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all started back in 25th July 2005. It was the day I arrived at the land that I never heard before, Arau. Why 25th? My offer letter hilang and I don’t know I dapat tawaran and bila dah tahu, dah terlambat. Hmmm. Its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey begins with air mata yang melimpah ruah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minggu tak makan nasi dan hanya mampu menangis di bumi Arau yang panas dan luas itu. Hari pertama kelas for me, kena present BEL. And I’m not prepare for that sebab tak tahu. Then bila my turn, merapu ajalah kat depan tu. I still remember yang I pakai blouse warna hitam, jeans hitam dan tudung putih. I didn’t notice him yet hari tu sebab tak kuasa aku nak usha2 classmate sendiri dengan hati yang sebak tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam tempoh seminggu, I make friends dan cuba bergembira. He’s my class rep. Ada satu hari tu, I kena hantar assignment dan I just pass it to him. Itulah kali pertama I spoke with him and I ask for his phone number sebab dia kelas rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fasya : em, tolong ye hantar assignment ni. TQ.&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz : *senyum.&lt;br /&gt;Fasya : em, awak class rep kan? Nak no phone boleh?&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz : boleh. (dan dia sebut no phone dia)&lt;br /&gt;Fasya : ok TQ. Nama awak siapa eh?&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz : Hafiz.&lt;br /&gt;Fasya : Oh ok. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life in Arau continue seperti biasa. Entah macam mana, suatu hari I ter-fall pada dia. I fall for him like falling in love super dasyat punya. Terlalu into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, mari kita skip a few muka surat. Tak nak cerita.&lt;br /&gt;I confront. But, he rejected me. Ouch. This is the worst rejection I ever experienced. Sakit tahu tak. Menangis aja time ni. Masa tu I terlalu into and tak dapat nak move on. Pastu cuti sem. Good. I manage to forget him. tapi bila start kelas, adui, sakitnya hatiku ini. Wooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s with someone. Bila dia jalan dengan girl tu, my heart is broken. Hancur sampai bergenang air mata masa nampak their moments. Urgh. Tak suka. I sampai menangis2 doa lepas solat sebab tak boleh let go. Bukan sehari dua okay, months. See how Hafiz did it? He done nothing and I’m in love dengan dia sampai sakit. Saya jatuh hati tanpa perlu conversation yang panjang, it just happened. Love is blind. I believe in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ya Allah, jika Hafiz bukan untukku, jauhkanlah dia sejauh2 nya dariku. Dan jika dia milikku, Kau berilah aku petunjuk dah hidayah..”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selalu aja aku bersedih time awal part two ni. Tapi tak apa. I manage to survive walaupun hati sakit. Pendam sorang2. He’s with his gang and turn out to be tak seperti dia yang sebenarnya. Dalam kelas I tak tegur pun dia. tapi I selalu curi2 pandang dia. sebab suka dia lagi. Hihi. *blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mencintai dalam diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love to see him datang kelas dengan baju belang dia tu. Dia ada banyak baju belang2. And ada 1 baju tu belang2 macam kek lapis. Bila nampak dia, I tersenyum sorang2. Suka. Siap cakap dekat wiyah, my best friend, “Hafiz nampak sangat sedap and yummy lah”. Hehe. Nakal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang dalam kelas, tak pernah cakap dengan dia. Dia pun tak cakap dengan I. berbulan tak cakap. Walhal kelas sama. Susah. Then, tibalah masa untuk test MGT. Sir Mohd ajar. Lecturer yang menyaksikan segalanya. How we started, how we date and perhaps how we get married. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since ada test, studylah malam tu. (dulu saya rajin, sekarang, iskh2). Sedang study tu, tiba2macam lost, topic mana nak cover ni. Confuse. So ambil lah telefon bimbit ku sayang itu dan taip msg kepada Hafiz. I asked him about the topic that should be covered in the test. Dia kan class rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I sent that message (within 2 second), tut tut.. my handphone bunyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like huh? Cepatnya reply. So I bacalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was from him! bukan reply for my message, tapi dia hantar message juga time tu. Ya Allah, after months tak bercakap, tiba2 kami hantar message at the same time. I was thinking of him while he was thinking of me. Serentak. What’s that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message tu cakap pasal test MGT juga. Then ada message masuk lagi. Second message says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“fasya2, saya sent message dulu. Hehe.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tersenyum. Berbunga2 hati bila dapat message dari dia. dan malam tu kami ber message sampai tengah malam. It was the beginning of something wonderful in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Svp-C7VvXoI/AAAAAAAAAlU/NkUaMdR-B1Y/s1600-h/Image168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402769291738046082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Svp-C7VvXoI/AAAAAAAAAlU/NkUaMdR-B1Y/s320/Image168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i fall for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to be continue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-6880615016277030151?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/6880615016277030151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-1-beginning-of-something.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6880615016277030151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6880615016277030151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-1-beginning-of-something.html' title='Chapter 1 : The beginning of something wonderful..'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Svp-C7VvXoI/AAAAAAAAAlU/NkUaMdR-B1Y/s72-c/Image168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-4973598042822541489</id><published>2009-11-11T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:19:04.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apakah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvmgJCrG32I/AAAAAAAAAlE/2HUngnuDbj4/s1600-h/IMG_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402525305204563810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvmgJCrG32I/AAAAAAAAAlE/2HUngnuDbj4/s320/IMG_0651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum dan salam sejahtera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sila jawab salam itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! exam dah habis. weehhooo.. tiada kata dapat menggambarkan betapa lega dan gembiranya hati kerana tiada lagi tekanan bertimpa2. saya malas belajar, so bila malas tekanan menjadi2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maka dengan lafaz bismillah, saya ingin menutup buku semester 6 ijazah sarjana muda perakaunan dengan kepujian saya ini. dengan itu, tamatlah sudah upacara penutupan majlis dan berakhirlah semester 6. yes! eh, alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagaimanakah pencapaian saya? wallahualam. tawakal. berserah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's my part 6? haha. terlalu malas untuk diceritakan. banyak. tak larat. sekali tulis, mesti post tu panjang dia 5 meter. banyak benda terjadi, banyak drama. nantilah, if dah pulang dan tiada work nak buat,i'll write together dengan gambar akan di upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, saya masih di melaka. akan pulang sabtu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemaruk nak tengok kuch kuch hota hai now. tak sabar nak balik, tengok! kasih sayang semakin bertambah. hehe. suka. dah lama tak gayut lama. now, sekali gayut mesti lebih 40min. hehe. inilah waktu yang ditunggu2 setelah sekian lama. dapat juga bermanja2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm counting days to meet him. so soon sayang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, lupa nak cakap, i've changed my blog punya layout. edit itu, edit ini. yelah, orang dah tiada kerja lain nak buat. tengok tv pun cerita tak best. entah berapa kali lah astro ni nak ulang cerita dia. boring. kalau aku kaya, aku bukak company jadi competitor astro. padan muka. mentang2 tiada pesaing, bagi servis macam apa aja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practical will begin this december. i've told you i love december kan? hehe. it's around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ni kepala amatlah sakit. mungkin terkena hujan. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaylah, nak buat benda lain pula. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*oh, lupa. gambar di atas tu tiada kenan mengena pun dengan post kali ni. sikit pun tak. cuma, i love that pic sebab terasa cute. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-4973598042822541489?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/4973598042822541489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/apakah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/4973598042822541489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/4973598042822541489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/apakah.html' title='apakah?'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvmgJCrG32I/AAAAAAAAAlE/2HUngnuDbj4/s72-c/IMG_0651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-7142450202522834405</id><published>2009-11-08T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:37:27.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll be mine so soon. i'm falling for you, charming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvbIZFCj6YI/AAAAAAAAAk8/VFwo-WDOjVo/s1600-h/se-w508-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401725136252692866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvbIZFCj6YI/AAAAAAAAAk8/VFwo-WDOjVo/s320/se-w508-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh yeah! finally, i've found you. i'm in love. so in love now. every single time i keep thinking about you. i can't wait to touch you, explore you, argh. i love flip phone. you'll be mine wahai white butterfly. we'll be together so soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sekian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-7142450202522834405?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/7142450202522834405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/youll-be-mine-so-soon-im-falling-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7142450202522834405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7142450202522834405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/11/youll-be-mine-so-soon-im-falling-for.html' title='you&apos;ll be mine so soon. i&apos;m falling for you, charming!'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SvbIZFCj6YI/AAAAAAAAAk8/VFwo-WDOjVo/s72-c/se-w508-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-5919665000608671412</id><published>2009-11-08T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:41:26.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 hours before my final paper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hello there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;according to the title, yes it's only 23 hours left before my last paper for this final exam. AIS. reading subject. blerk. i could puke like a thousand times bila study reading paper ni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;anyway, how's my coverage? er, completely zero. bangun, tido. tido, bangun balik. lepas tu do nothing. eh, tipu aja. of course i do something which are online, main game, tengok movie, golek2 atas tilam, berangan, makan. semua kerja si pemalas. membaca buku? dalam mimpi. iskh, tipu lagi. mimpi pun tak. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;entah kenapa dengan internet sekarang ni. tiba2 disconnect. tiba2 cannot find server. apakah semua ini? walhal signal quality dia kata excellent. harus salahkan cuaca ke? adakah internet sama seperti Astro? orang tengah YM, tiba2 dia tolong sign out kan. tengah post status kat fb, tiba2 cannot find server. apelah. macam mana orang boleh dapat award dengan quality service sebegitu? tak faham.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;for the past 2 days, i makan terlalu banyak. entahlah, losing control. bercakap tentang losing control, i memang dah out of control completely. now, i really really really need you, my angel. please stay with me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;dah setahun setengah ni. i miss you....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;janganlah merajuk dah. nak pujuk takut kena marah. sorry..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;nak belajar. bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-5919665000608671412?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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mengembangkan cerita sedawa tadi. azli tengah main handphone dan adderly sedang buat mind map. good. and me, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, what to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh, i want to buy a new phone. flip, nokia. mestilah ada 3G. tak perlu mahal. sila berharga RM500 ke bawah. tak boleh membazir, nanti menyesal. i hate the feeling of regret. suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah2, itu aja nak cakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak belajar. konon2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-6656209548588071960?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/6656209548588071960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya punya carrymark teruk.. teruk sangat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya nak bagitahu awak, tapi saya tahu awak tengah marah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awak, janganlah marah lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya tengah down sangat sekarang ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya nak belajar, tapi tak tahu nak belajar macam mana. tiada orang nak ajar saya.. saya tahu saya banyak main. banyak ponteng. saya tahu apa salah saya. tapi sekarang ni saya betul2 perlukan semangat. saya tak perlukan bebelan atau kata2 untuk condemned saya. saya perlukan awak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya ada lagi 3 paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-9130810631205404251?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my top 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-6727472336978900341?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/6727472336978900341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6727472336978900341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397657205656246274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SuhUoWp32AI/AAAAAAAAAjs/iYo1fqB437E/s320/D5000_LCD_4_i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SuhUoJgE0yI/AAAAAAAAAjk/IV6YnMl_lHM/s1600-h/D90_18_105VR_frt_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397657202125493026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SuhUoJgE0yI/AAAAAAAAAjk/IV6YnMl_lHM/s320/D90_18_105VR_frt_s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want one of you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;at least RM3,500. D90 tu melampau2 harganya. mampukah? haruskah? perlukah? semua ini tak mampu aku jawab. dan, adakah ibu akan membiarkan aku menghabiskan wang sebegitu rupa? persoalan yang telah pun ku tahu jawapannya..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;bagaimanakah cara untuk memiliki salah satu dari di atas ni tanpa dimarahi? er, jika beli, mampukah telinga ku bertahan untuk dileteri setiap kali aku berkata, tiada duit..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;dialog ini paling menyayat hati (jika beli) :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angah :&lt;/strong&gt; ibu, angah tiada wang untuk belanja. sudikah menghulurkan wang meringankan beban?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ibu :&lt;/strong&gt; itulah, time ada duit tak nak simpan. sibuk beli camera. membazir beribu2. bila dah tiada duit, cari ibu. makanlah camera tu.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*nilah yang terjadi ketika powershot tersayang tu dalam genggaman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh, tak mungkin ku dapat bertahan. walaupun aku tahu ibu akan bagi juga duit, namun aku tidak mahu kena macam ni. tak best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;wahai si penggoda yang menggiurkan, silalah turun harga. kalau nak turun RM100, tak payah. sila turun banyak2. aku dah tak tahan menanggung rasa di hati ni. aku ingin memilikimu, namun tak dapat. setiap kali aku lihat kau di dalam kaca di KLCC, hatiku meronta2 nak kan kamu! bila aku tengok kau dimiliki orang lain, aku jealous gila. bertahun kau dera hatiku ini. sampai hati kau.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;powershot ku sayang, kau tetap di hati ini. tiada siapa dapat menandingi engkau. kau satu dalam sejuta. canon dah tak jual. so kau dikira amat limited dan suatu hari nanti akan menjadi antik. tidak mungkin aku lepaskan kau, walau apa pun yang terjadi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;well done, penggoda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;malam ni aja aku dah bazirkan waktu berjam2 demi melihat dan mengenali engkau dengan lebih mendalam. sakit otak, sakit hati.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sekian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-7735484438495047765?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/7735484438495047765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/penggoda-bersiri.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7735484438495047765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7735484438495047765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/penggoda-bersiri.html' title='penggoda bersiri.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/SuhUoWp32AI/AAAAAAAAAjs/iYo1fqB437E/s72-c/D5000_LCD_4_i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-475219579749690054</id><published>2009-10-27T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:50:12.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know it's true.</title><content type='html'>i am irreplaceable. love me before im gone because i know that you will miss me so badly when i'm not around you. don't deny it because of your ego. just admit it because you know that it's true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not perfect. but u know that this not-so-perfect girl is the one. i complete you. kan syg? u saw it years before. i'm glad u realized that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning to go to Penang this coming holiday. oh i can't wait! this lonely princess needs her prince now. wohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf, esok exam bermula and i'm blogging sambil berangan? live in reality, fasya. not fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'm planning to hantar my laptop to someone else sebab i tak boleh belajar bila laptop ni depan mata. siapa mahu laptop ni sampai 9hb? really, i nak bagi ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-475219579749690054?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/475219579749690054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-its-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/475219579749690054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/475219579749690054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-its-true.html' title='you know it&apos;s true.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-9144488738054250415</id><published>2009-10-27T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:18:46.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sssshhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan cakap banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab ini adalah rahsia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berkecamuk. macam mana ni? dalam hati saya ada sejuta benda. banyaknya rasa. banyak benda bermain2 dalam fikiran. ikutkan hati, tido je senang. tak payah fikir. tapi tak boleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasanya macam dah lama tak cakap sorang2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak pergi jauh2 sekarang. susahlah macam ni. sakit otak. orang cakap lain, dia pergi fikir lain. because of these stupid things in my mind, i can't focus. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should keep my laptop away. its been 1 hour i've been you tube-ing menyanyi lagu westlife. gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esok paper pukul 2.15pm. semoga sempat belajar semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa aku bukan ulat buku macam korang? kenapa aku tak boleh focus walaupun untuk setengah jam? kenapa aku tido lebih banyak dari korang? dan kenapa korang rajin sangat? eh korang rajin ke? ke sebab aku yang pemalas? urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percayalah, esok i'll be so dead. hati akan beat dengan laju macam nak pecah. satu lagi benda nak fikir, esok nak pakai baju apa. iskh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benci gila. final je, mesti macam ni. ggrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-9144488738054250415?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/9144488738054250415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/9144488738054250415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/9144488738054250415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/secret.html' title='secret.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2907920194001852985</id><published>2009-10-26T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:28:33.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kan best kalau i ada car. i boleh pergi mana2 tanpa susah kan orang. rasa macam nak tido dengan ibu malam ni. balik KL, esok datang balik.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kan best kalau pantai depan rumah. bila rasa tak okay, boleh turun bawah, baring kat pasir, tengok bintang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kan best kalau ada bf depan mata sekarang ni. boleh bermanja-manja.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kan best kalau tiada final. tak perlu study.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kan best kalau dapat makan mee bandung tadi. now asyik teringat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kan best waktu macam ni, there's someone by my side. hug me. make some jokes, pamper me. teman sampai i terlelap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;if i'm a genius,super duper pandai punya orang, i would like to design an emo robot. robot tu just like human, it will do apa aja yang i nak orang buat bila i tak okay. bila emo aja, dia pujuk. yang penting, dia boleh berubah wajah. if tak okay, choose wajah JT. its like JT sedang pujuk i. the next day, choose orang lain pula. JM ke. hehe. cuba merealisasikan fantasi sendiri? mimpi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahlah, before i merapu lebih2, baiklah if i stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2907920194001852985?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2907920194001852985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2907920194001852985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2907920194001852985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish.html' title='i wish..'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-6712885709763734682</id><published>2009-10-26T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:55:39.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know why..</title><content type='html'>hey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiba2 rasa nak tulis. emo kah saya? i don't know why, but i'm not ok. kenapa ni..? i can't explain. pernah tak tiba2 rasa nak menangis tanpa sebab? sayu nya hati sekarang ni. sebak. i wish i know why i feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at home, after the whole day in kbm. i'm tired. study? baru 10% out of 100. i can't focus. saya nak bangun tengah malam ni. tolong kejutkan pukul 2.30am boleh? sms or call maxis saya. i'm afraid i tak bangun. nanti mesti rasa menyesal kalau bangun, dah pukul 7am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya sedih tanpa sebab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fasya sayang, jangan macam ni. its not the right time for u to feel such feeling. tak ada apapun yang tak okay,so u shouldn't feel like this. dah ye sayang, tido dulu.." it just me memujuk diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat malam semua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-6712885709763734682?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/6712885709763734682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6712885709763734682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6712885709763734682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-why.html' title='i don&apos;t know why..'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-3389943937190125096</id><published>2009-10-26T12:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:00:03.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i tak jumpa perkataan yang sesuai untuk post kali ni.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, here i am. i tak emo. lalalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently at Z92, stuck with amelia and noel. i have a class this morning. so i decided to study here, at wonderful and joyful KBM. bukan study pun. just baca theory about FAR paper. i can't do the calculation as i don't know how to do it. its a simple paper, but yeah. u know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its final. what i need now is a passion. i never had 1. oh i think i menipu here. em pernah je ada passion. tapi tak lama. if i had a passion doing something, u won't believe what i can achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lost the passion sejak i masuk degree. masa diploma tu, i ada 1 rasa, i want to be the best, among the best. i compete dengan semua orang. tapi i tak give 100% effort pun. saya pemalas. amat. but still, i can compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramai advise suruh i be rajin sikit. but again, its me. okay, i malas lah nak cakap tentang final ni. rasanya macam tiap kali final pun cakap benda yang sama. boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people called me an emo-tard, an now emo-ester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what, i think i don't want to be stuck with that. i had a few conversation and i'm doing some observation. well, i think my life is perfect. so perfect. really. bila i compare, others life were sucker than me. be grateful. its normal lah ada problem sikit2 kan? it put colors in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua emo yang i had before tu hanyalah me yang tak mature, tak reti nak handle feelings and problems. how i handle probs? crying, sleeping, blogging. childish act. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be turning 22 this December. i'll be starting my practical training also in December. i just realised that i should move to another phase in my life. being a woman, instead of girl. er tu macam susah nak dikecapi. okay2, i want to be half woman, half girl. tak best. 25% woman, 75% girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya seorang yang manja, mengada2, cepat terasa, susah nak marah orang, cepat menangis, semua childish punya perangai. i wonder bila i nak membesar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let the time decide. people do change. i can change in seconds. as long as i don't do bad things, just let me change and accept the changes. we can't stop people growing up. and if someone is not growing up, show them a way. that's what friends are for. for those who being good to me, i really 1000x appreciate it. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a problem to satisfied all heart. i'm sorry if i couldn't be the best ever friend. its not like i don't want to. i've tried. i'm sorry if my effort is not that good as what u expected. i can't satisfied all. really. i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay2, i dah spent about an hour depan pc ni. noel pulak dah bising2 sebab dia nak guna pc ni. dia tak nampak kot yang level 9 ni ada 6 pc. 1 pc occupied, he can use the other 5. but dia tak nak. dengki. now orang pun semakin ramai. i should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck for final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update soon. even tiada readers nak baca, i don't give shit on that. my blog is my diary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't study. (it happens everytime). woooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-3389943937190125096?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/3389943937190125096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/3389943937190125096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/3389943937190125096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-again.html' title='i tak jumpa perkataan yang sesuai untuk post kali ni.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-5934529838826725921</id><published>2009-10-21T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:31:55.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my "bra".</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oooo… tajuk nak lebih2.. hehe. Saja je letak macam tu. Mesti orang cakap, dia ni tak malu ke cerita pasal inner sendiri? Blerk. It’s part of clothes kan? So, nothing to be ashamed for, I guess. Well, I’m not going to say what size yadda, yadda, yadda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just that, my dear friend suhana pernah cakap yang friend is like a bra. They comfort you, support you, and what more? I forgot already. But all I remember is, friend is like a bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here today, I would like to say about friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been wearing bra like how many years ek? Hmm, it’s not an issue to be highlighted here. It just that I know how much bra has helped me as being a woman. Semua perempuan pun tahu bra telah membuat hidup mereka lebih tenang, riang dan sempurna. Haha. Ayat macam meminta tamparan. Saya tak jumpa perkataan yang sesuai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, let me tell you guys that I’m currently at level 13, dalam kelas budak2 finance yang sedang tunggu kelas diorang bermula pukul 2.30 nanti. Well, its 1.55 now. Maybe my housemate kelas di sini. But I want to write because I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go back to our topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, bra is sexy. It supports me. Always near to my heart. Boost up my confidence (ambil ayat dari iklan facebook haha). Make me fell so comfortable in any situation. When I’m crying, it always be there to wipe the tears. *Gosh, I’m typing rubbish. Just hope I’m not overwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a lots of bras in the market. Half cup, full cup, sports bra, em apa lagi ek? I forgot. Hehe. Shame. Anyway, friends are just like that. Ada yang baik, tidak baik, terbaik, bukan terbaik, memahami, tidak memahami, penyayang, boleh dipercayai. (well, I shouldn’t write semua sifat2 mulia kan? I hope u guys faham what I’ve been trying to tell u guys here). Banyak type of friend. Sesiapa yang ada kawan, mesti tahu. Unless u are living alone and never had friend in your entire life. Well, I’m not that loser. I hope everyone has friends. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends like sugar. Sometimes could be a jering too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada banyak brand of bras kat market. Victoria Secret, Triumph, Sloggi, Skiva, no brand pun ada. Banyak. Couldn’t list them all. What I’m wearing? Don’t even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say, if we choose the wrong bra to wear, trust me, your life would be miserable. Sooooo miserable. You won’t feel comfortable, you won’t feel the confidence, and you won’t feel okay if u still had that bra at your chest. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued. I’m out from this class. Ramai orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting! I’m back. Currently I’m at home sweet home di Bukit Baru. Well, its 9.16pm. Masih belum mandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s continue the discussion, ladies and gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if kita pakai bra yang tak sesuai, mestilah hidup huru hara. Pusing kanan tak selesa, pusing kiri pun sama. Samalah juga dengan friendship. If U choose a wrong friend, he or she could take you to hell. But if u choose the right one, its like living in heaven. U would smile, laugh, being crazy, happy, and so on. Trust me. I’ve met some great people, and they have brought sunshine to my life. I’m grateful to have such bras as my collections. I love you friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the wrong bras too. It doesn’t fit me well. I thought they are the one. But I’m wrong. I purchased it without knowing the quality. I just bought it because I need a new bra. Walking through the female section, I saw a very cute bra. I search for my size. Then, I grab it and took it to the counter and pay it cash. I forgot to check for material, the cup, and so on. When I try it on me, it is not the one. Now I’m sad for paying for something that has no quality that I have been searching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, it is not easy to find the right bra. Who said Victoria Secret is the best? I don’t know. I never wear one. Siapa yang pernah pakai, tahulah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people have their own need and interest. Samalah macam membeli bra. Ada orang beli cotton aja, ada orang tak kisah material apa, ada orang memang tak suka pakai bra. Who cares? Hak individu to choose the best for her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up everything yang I membebel tadi, find the right friend like you choose a bra. Kawan yang baik, membawa ke syurga. Bra yang betul, buat hati gembira. Vice versa. Jangan fikir pandangan orang. Biar pakai bra yang dibeli kat pasar malam, beli 1 = RM0.90, tak kisahlah, yang penting, it suits you perfectly. Belum cuba, belum tahu. Yang mahal, tak semuanya bagus, yang murah tak semestinya tak berkualiti. Once you find the right one, take a good care of it because u might hard to find the perfect one after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay2, I must stop typing. But I don’t know why I cannot stop. Iskh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To one of my perfect bra, you’ve been good to me for all the time. I know u are having a hard time now. Can I be your perfect bra dear? I’ll stay near to you. Stop crying cause it hurt me. If you need someone, I’m here. I might not be the best bra in the market, but at least, I love you. I don’t find the right words for you, but I just want u to know, I’m here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, friend. Sila bangun semula..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m busy talking about bras???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Esok ada test, lusa pun, report kena edit, movie kena edit, quiz lagi. All must be done within 48 hours. Kalaulah jawab periksa umpama menaip blog, I’ll get 4 flat every sem. I can write thousands of words. Walaupun rubbish, I still can write. Walaupun grammar berterabur, at least I could write and share my moments with public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys don’t like what I wrote, don’t like everything in my blog, GTH. It’s my blog after all. You are the one who type for my URL. Kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all. I mean for your final and also for the searching of the right bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words typed for today : 1057&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8619805431810530288-5934529838826725921?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/5934529838826725921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-my-bra.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5934529838826725921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5934529838826725921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-my-bra.html' title='Be my &quot;bra&quot;.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-785968891285024893</id><published>2009-10-18T08:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:12:48.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kembali normal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;back to reality. well, yesterday was the best sleep i ever had sejak beberapa minggu yang lalu. hujan turun, cuaca amatlah sejuk. now, hidung pun tersumbat. baju yang dibasuh sebanyak 4x trip pun telah basah semula. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;takpe2, yang penting lena tidur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;esok, bermulalah minggu terakhir before final exam. er, minggu terakhir tanpa study week. mati aku. semua nya kena settle before jumaat depan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;let's look at the list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;test 1 crg 530 (demam)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;test 1 ais (debate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;presentation risk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;report PBL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;practical training (which i tak dapat lagi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;quiz ethics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;presentation ethics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;roleplay shooting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;roleplay editing (i need exactly 1 day to edit this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;quiz far (which is tomorrow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oral and reading test (arabic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;er semua ni kena buat dalam masa 5 hari. penatlah. mesti tak dapat tido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;then final bermula on 28th oct and end on 9th nov 2009. itu namanya membunuh jiwa dan raga, boleh menyebabkan otak pecah. jadi, sebarang masalah perlu dijauhi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;tak sabar nak balik rumah. nak buat project terbengkalai. tak sabar. wohoo! then nak online aja, tapi mesti kena membebel dengan adik sendiri kerana menggunakan electricity dengan banyaknya tanpa henti. namun mereka terlupa, i'm the one who pays for the internet. hehe. i dah tahu download, so akan download 500 days of summer, bridget jones diaries, dan semua type of cerita yang macam ni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i do not have to go back to Malacca. yeah! practical for 6 months and only will be back next year, in July. sad thing is,i tiada tempat practical lagi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;best thing about holiday juga ialah, my siblings dah habis peperiksaan. mereka semua ada di rumah. yeah, boleh pergi jalan2. hehe. er, my scholar tak masuk lagi. bengong!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh2, i love december. love it so much. sebab it's school holiday, dan orang ramai akan berkahwin. amat suka nasi minyak. dah 2 bulan tak makan. nyum2. sila kahwin jiran2 ku, dan jangan lupa jemput!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;december juga ialah my birthday month. lagilah suka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;kena ambil test JPJ. mesti. nanti boleh pinjam kereta ibu or sis pergi kerja. lalalalala..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i was thinking to go to beaches, tapi mcm tak boleh aja. musim hujan kan. dahla gempa baru je terjadi, mesti tak dapat pergi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;okaylah, my life dah back to normal. i have lot's of cds yang tak tengok lagi. bila lah nak tengok. cuti mesti busy. selalu godaan datang time final. have i told you that i kawan dengan tokey cetak rompak? ah keng. hehe. i'm going to miss u ah keng.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;cukuplah sampai di sini.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*saya nak tengok cerita 500 days of summer. dahlah pelakon comel yang berlakon cerita 10 things i hate about you tu ada sekali. oh i hope this movie will be as i expected. please. anyone, nak teman tak? papadom pun macam nak tengok je. semua kata best. tiada complaint walaupun 1. i think it's a great movie. should see it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-785968891285024893?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/785968891285024893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/kembali-normal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/785968891285024893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/785968891285024893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/kembali-normal.html' title='kembali normal.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1528625843520458362</id><published>2009-10-16T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:38:06.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me smile..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Syukur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua telah kembali normal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua kesedihan telah pun berlalu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya gembira! I’m jumping high sejak my last post tu. My last post kan I cakap tentang I can’t pretending I’m okay. Well, it’s over. And now I’m happy, so I have to be happy. Tak boleh nak cover nak senyum sorang2. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai bertanya kenapa I tak okay gila beberapa hari sudah. Well, here’s the thing. My love life, friendship and studies sucks! I never had a moment like that. It was the worst part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend, but I pretend that I don’t have him. Leka. I feel bad. So bad. Menyesal pula bila fikir balik I just wasted 2months of our relationship. Tak pernah kami diuji macam ni punya lama. Me and Hafiz went through a very tough relationship masa diploma dulu. Things are getting well only when we’re in part 5 in Arau. Before that, dugaan datang tanpa henti. Nanti2lah I buka cerita how kami mula bercinta. Panjang gila. Tunggu lepas habis final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story, me and Hafiz had a very sad conversation beberapa sudah. I can’t stop crying. Even dengar suara dia dah buat sebak. Heart to heart. Susah nak explain apa yang I rasa malam tu. I keluarkan segala beban hati dengan menangis. It’s a good therapy for me. Lepas tu I pun okay. Bukan okay 100%. 5% je okay. Esoknya I come tu class dengan mata yang bengkak, hati yang sebak. Bila bercerita dengan cha and amy, bergenang aja kelopak mata ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, kami ber-communicate dengan lebih mendalam. Heart to heart lagi. Dan tiba2, semua menjadi okay. Hehe. I really don’t know what happened actually that night. it just a message, tapi message2 tulah yang okay kan hubungan ni. Kami tak message panjang. Takkan nak cerita pula di sini. Hehe. Malulah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, I tersenyum dan rasa tenang. Tiba2 sedar yang diri ni dah out of control. He forgives me, accept me the way I am. I realized so many things dalam 3 hari tu. Cha and amy, thank you so much for being there, at the moment where I need love and care the most. Thank you. Hugs for u girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my love life dah kembali okay. I hope it lasts forever. Setiap relationship ada pasang surutnya. I take this as a lesson. As part of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current song is smile, by uncle kraker. Ada 1 pagi tu, I woke up, menyanyi lagu ni sambil melompat2 kerana terlalu gembira. Hehe. Kesian cha2,pagi2 kena layan I’m being crazy. Asyik tersengih aja hari tu. Lalalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s move to friendship pula. I don’t know why, but I’m terasa. Serious. Terasa dengan semua. Orang kata pisau yang diasah tu tajam kan? Well, kata2 manusia lagi tajam. Tak boleh tahan dengan kata2 pedih. Saya kan sensitive. I’m not a type yang boleh terima kata2 kasar, perli2, tajam2, dan seangkatan dengannya. Bukan tak boleh terima langsung. Boleh, cuma ada tahapnya. Bila tahap tu dah tercapai, mulalah sob sob. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could being a bit tegas, stand up for myself, boleh tengking orang, boleh sound orang, boleh be a bit “biatch” so that I don’t get bullied. Selagi boleh cool, I’ll cool down. I can’t get burst. Really, I can’t. Once saya start sound orang, that’s it. I’ll be hating her/him like forever. I won’t talk, won’t even look at them. Speak? That will be the last thing I would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, saya memang tak suka gado dengan orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunia ni akan aman bila orang tak bergaduh. Tapi nanti boring pula. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya kan, dah melalut dah topic friendship ni. To sum up, some people treat me badly sampai I tak dapat nak tahan. Itu aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s move to my next which is my last point ladies and gentleman. My studies sucks! Yeah. Fail aja.*sigh. Tak dapat nak focus langsung. All things I do it last minute, sampai otak beban. Mana ada belajar. Time I spent for online and sleeping is more than I should. Time for study? Hehe. I never study semester ni. Congratulation ANF. You just being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd presentation (BEL) was the worst. Haha. Outline siap pukul 10.30am. pergi kelas 2 jam, hantar outline pergi check, time lunch kena betulkan balik outline. Pukul 3 baru siap speech, baru print outline yang betul2. 3.30 baru practice untuk cakap. What? Of course I can’t remember 4 pages of speech in an hour. Dengan nervous breakdown lagi. My brain jammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 430, presentation bermula. I just speak whatever cross in my mind. It my fault pun buat kerja last minute, gila last minute kan? Haha. I’m not happy pun sebab tak ingat nak cakap apa. For 7 minutes, I just say it. Sorry sanor, terbahan dalam kelas. Really, aku tak sengaja. He.. they I said I do it okay. Tapi entahlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey kids, don’t try this at home. Never ever do your homework last minutes. Don’t! its my habits, that’s why I still survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, penat lah taip. I nak story banyak sebenarnya. Tapi susahlah nak cerita thru blogging. Banyak. Nanti nak buat video, post aja kat blog. Senang. But I enjoy blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I can’t say how happy I am bila buka facebook, status Hafiz, I love Aida Noor Fasya.. terharu! Sayang kamu juga..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&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/8619805431810530288-1528625843520458362?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1528625843520458362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-make-me-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1528625843520458362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1528625843520458362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-make-me-smile.html' title='you make me smile..'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2403643538985687819</id><published>2009-10-13T11:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:07:45.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't pretending i'm okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hey there readers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;if you entered my page this morning, you've found out that i just block it. well, i shouldn't do it actually. i just don't want to hear 100 of questions that will came out once you read the moments of mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm not ready to confront, not ready to smile, not ready to have fun, not ready to do everything. i'm miserable right now. soooo..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;well, i know my eyes bengkak. don't ask. you knew it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;the only reason i come to class this morning is that i have a roleplay. if not, i don't give a shit at all. i would rather be in my room. online for blogging. sleep under the comforter while listening to michael buble. i don't want to do anything else. i don't want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;well, i'm having a plastic face now. i'm pretending smiling while actually i couldn't do it seikhlas hati. really. i want to dissappear now. being invisible. but i just can't. i have loads of works to do. i can't do it. i just can't. ibu would cry if she see me like this. i'm sorry ibu. it's better for you not to know my condition now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i wish i could tell everything in this blog. but it won't happen cause it will effect everything that i had now. i can let it happen it again. enough of destroying myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i can't speak without having this sebak in my heart. i'm sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;to hafiz, we'll work it out..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;to amelia, noel, omar and adderly, well.. i just want to say i'm sorry for every single things that i've done. every emo, i'm sorry. you won't hear it after this. thanks for the memories. thank you. i ruined everything, didn't i? i'm sorry if i blew up your happiness. really.. i wish i could say more, but i just don't find the right sentence. im afraid i'll cry thinking about this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm walking away back to where i belong..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;thank you. i wish you guys know how sorry i am..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2403643538985687819?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2403643538985687819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-pretend-im-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2403643538985687819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2403643538985687819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-pretend-im-okay.html' title='i can&apos;t pretending i&apos;m okay.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2922280990126919135</id><published>2009-10-12T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:05:35.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keputusanku.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i want to start a new life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;at age of 22, i wonder why life has to be this complicated? am i suppose to to be happy, enjoying everything sampai puas? yeah, i should be happy! i deserve that, i think. i tak buat jahat pada orang. really. jahat2 i pun, taklah jahat macam orang jahat. *sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;mungkin ada benda yang i buat, tapi i tak sedar. sebab tu asyik tak gembira aja. asyik emo. asyik tak okay. asyik itu, asyik ini. mungkin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i've asked some friends about their opinion regarding something in life that bother me much. well, thank you for being honest, do listen eventhough i know you don't want to listen. well, thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i realized many things. in sudden, i rasa i kena sambar petir direct kat hati, dan panahan tu menyebabkan hati i sakit, tapi yang bagusnya mata i yang buta ni tiba2 celik! syukur..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i've been thinking for a few hours tadi. i think i want to walk away..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i was lost in a big house. i was walking around and found a room. i opened the door. i entered that room. it was a big room. there's a Disneyland inside it. i was amazed by that entertainment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i walked inside. keep walking until i forgot the way back to that door. so i keep playing at the Disneyland. its Disneyland, of course i leka bermain. there, i meet Mickey, Minnie, Donald Duck, Mermaid, King Neptune, Totally Spies, semua2lah. i played with them, enjoying the days there like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i forgot where i belong. i forgot the root. i mess up. i don't blame the Disneyland. i blame myself for not trying to search the door again. i left everything behind. i left all..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;worst part is, i left him. what have i've done?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;after solat tadi, i'm starting to write this blog. while writing, i'm thinking. i've been thinking deeply and try to find the way out. i got lots of message from friends who care about me as i enter kbm with a miserable face. i wear black. i look dull. i know i look like a wife who just lost his husband in war. i couldn't say more, thank you for your care and concern.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i've been crying for half an hour now..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;truth hurt. i can't agree more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;baru 1 hari i made that decision, and now i regret it. i really really and really regret it. i want to see him now. hug him and cry until i fall asleep. only him could understand me better. he knows how to treat me. he knows how to make me okay. he's the one. why i'm so stupid and let this happened? why? ya Allah.. i just ruined everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;bukan mudah me and him dapat bersama. close friends know how it started. i don't want to tell another story here. it will put tears in my eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i just want to get over this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm not okay. before this i don't know what should i do. now i think i've found a way. its not that hard actually. i just realised that in Disneyland, they have guards. i asked that guards, and they show me the door. syukur..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;now, i'm standing in front of that door, i close my eyes, take a deep breath, walk away without looking back. i shut the door. i close it with tears. before i move on, i would like to say i'm so sorry. Disneyland, thank you for having me. thank you for every sweet moments you've gave me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm not your best guest, i cried sometimes in Disneyland. i disturb the happiness of other guest in that Disneyland. and i'm sorry, again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i want to start a new life. i want to close the book. i'm going to write a new one. oh i hope i can survived in life. if i remain silence, it just me trying to find a way. please don't ask much. i would cry listen to it. i'm tired of pretending i'm okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i guess i should end it now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;* i want to go to Arau. yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*thank you for the moments..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*in michael buble mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2922280990126919135?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2922280990126919135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/keputusanku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2922280990126919135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2922280990126919135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/keputusanku.html' title='keputusanku.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-7366943488857211181</id><published>2009-10-12T08:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:04:24.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superman is needed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you love me only in my dreams, let me be asleep forever.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't let someone become your everything, because when they're gone you have nothing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Falling in love is awfully simple, but falling out of love is simply awful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dont know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every part of my body is broken too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, all the above tu from internet. i'm in AIS class di lab level 10. its already 9.10am. i'm suppose to have FAR test this afternoon. how's my preparation for that? zero. i don't do anything for that. so, i'm going to skip my FIN class kejap lagi, and join other group who'll have their test on 230pm. sounds macam tak patut kan? well, i call this as an opportunity cost. what's OC actually? sila buka buku MAF. TQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er i think i should quit study. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ibu called me last night. we talk a bit and i told her about my life here. she's mad. hehe. i've prepared for that. she's nagging around as i told her i keep playing. she loves me, i know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her about me and hafiz. guess what? she gave me the best advise. well, ibu loves hafiz. she don't have any problems if i'm with him as she knows that hafiz will take care of me and love me forever. ibu knows that when i'm with a guy, i'll change. ibu knows that i easily get influenced by the environment. that's why i'm trying my best to make friends only with the right person. tersalah kawan, seriously, i'll destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kita takkan hargai seseorang selagi kita tak hilang dia. i guess it is so true. i wonder how's hafiz right now. is he okay? is he mad? how's his study? his health? his heart? i'm afraid if he hates me. please don't.. i want to see you. boleh sya datang arau sebelum final..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i need now is to finish my final asap and go home, stay with my family. doing something else. change the environment. Melaka penuh dengan cas negative for me. hehe. *again, i'm blaming the environment. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to make a statement today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i just deleted that statement. i think i don't have the guts to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to thank everyone who always have my back. thank you for being such a good friend. a moment like this, i really need hug, support and love. well, i mess up sangat2 sekarang ni. i don't have feelings, i can't cry, and i feel like shit now. i'm a good girl turn out to be bad. and the problems come from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you guys boring gila nak baca blog ni sekarang sebab i always emo, well, stop enter the page for a month from now as i will posting things yang mcm ni selalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to farique, fasya tak marahlah. it just that i'm wondering if i did something bad while i was there. hehe. btw, i love to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, now pembaca blog ni bertambah. my classmates dah tahu url. first, welcome to my blog. second, don't get terasa if i'm mengumpat-ing about you in this blog. third, don't ask much in class. hehe. itu aja. selamat membaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'll write again. i'm busy, but i have to blogging and facebooking as it's like a theraphy for me. oh, i just uploaded new photos in fb. i have another occasion to upload, just wait. it's now that easy to wait for a batch of 1G size of photos to be resize, and fb is not efficient all the time to accept 200 photos at a time. so, just wait, stop asking, please. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck for the torturing weekend that im in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANF ~ it has lots of meanings. interpret it the way you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&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/8619805431810530288-7366943488857211181?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/7366943488857211181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/superman-is-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7366943488857211181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7366943488857211181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/superman-is-needed.html' title='superman is needed!'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-6333796475215721937</id><published>2009-10-11T16:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:11:14.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bagaimana jika itu salah?</title><content type='html'>saya baru sahaja membuat satu keputusan yang saya sendiri tak pasti betul atau tidak. kalau betul, kenapa tidak gembira? kenapa sekarang ni hati saya sakit menahan sebak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9hb Oct 2009, kami genap 3 tahun, 6 bulan. lama kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adakah kisah kami harus terhenti setakat itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya Allah, betul ke tindakan aku..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tolong bawa saya pergi dari sini. tolong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-6333796475215721937?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/6333796475215721937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/bagaimana-jika-itu-salah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6333796475215721937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6333796475215721937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/bagaimana-jika-itu-salah.html' title='bagaimana jika itu salah?'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2965690556899219600</id><published>2009-10-11T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:02:51.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it should ends here.</title><content type='html'>*mum will get so mad if she found out about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't continue.&lt;br /&gt;i'll walk away.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i need time which i think i don't know untill when.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to keep any promises.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2965690556899219600?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2965690556899219600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-should-ends-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2965690556899219600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2965690556899219600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-should-ends-here.html' title='it should ends here.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-572405284018189562</id><published>2009-10-08T20:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:22:04.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss u so much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh blog ku sayang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i miss u lah. you're like a best friend to me. apa aja yang i nak luah, nak emo, semua boleh. tiada orang nak complaint. eh, silap statement tu. ada aja. each time i emo, ada 3 guys will keep responding to my blog post. i know, diorang tu sebenarnya pembaca setia, tapi mereka malu nak admit. i know that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, biasanya i update this blog bila emosi terlebih. but today, i'm just writing without having any emo. hehe. that's good! so adderly, omar and noel, this post is not for you since i'm not giving any things for you to bahan me. but i'm going to mengumpat you guys tonight. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;title kat atas tu tiada kena mengena ye dengan korang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;here's how it started..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ICDC. itulah permulaan saya berkawan dengan mereka. i really30x hate adderly shah before i know him. seriously. i don't know that omar is exist. hehe. i don't know jehan bernama jehan. hehe. and amelia, i know her since part 4. oh don't like her either masa i mula2 kenal dia. and she knows about that. and noel? haha. no comment on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;em mengikut calculation saya, next week genaplah 2 bulan kita orang menjadi geng. see, i'm counting that.. how sweet i am kan? hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390213746057380722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Ss3i1-0tg3I/AAAAAAAAAjE/EIC0c4QsF3M/s320/IMG_8826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;that's my new gang. em excluding atifah sebab dia nak focus in her study. and noel tak termasuk pula. i malas nak on external. kejap. saya sedang on external. dia tak detect pula. urgh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390223112374692258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Ss3rXLExqaI/AAAAAAAAAjM/YR1If0WIAWw/s320/IMG_9898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. tu pun noel. kang tak masukkan gambar dia, dia bising. he'll say, yelah i'm not from bacc, yadda yadda.. so before he started to say it, baiklah i just masukan gambar dia. hehe. noel tu emotard juga, tapi tak nak mengaku. so does adderly. bacalah blog diorang tu. emo jugak, tapi tak nak mengaku. blerk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em adderly call this gang as &lt;a href="http://adderlymcdreamy.blogspot.com/2009/09/sgt-peppers-lonely-hearts-club-band.html"&gt;Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;this is my new gang readers. meet them. adderly, noel, omar, amelia and jehan. me, fasya adalah penyeri yang menyeri2 kan gang ni. trust me. if i tiada, they won't laugh like now. trust me. even if mereka bersumpah statement i tu tipu, percayalah yang i bercakap benar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mereka inilah yang buat i sakit otak, sakit hati, sakit pipi, sakit semualah. tapi at the end of the day, they make me happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;eventhough i have a new gang, i never forget the 2 wonderful girls in my life. azfasha and suhana. my very best best best friend. i know them since diploma, di arau. tempat yang ada manusia tu kata panas gila dan chicken chop dia tak sedap. blerk. siapa suruh makan chicken chop masa datang arau. haha. orang lain sibuk makan ikan keli, laksa, moi sup, oblong dan semua jenis makanan yang pelik, diorang heboh nak makan chicken chop. padan muka tak sedap. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nak cerita pasal azfasha dan suhana ni. masa part 6, kami sebilik. mereka adalah the best roomate! serious. mereka berdua ni garang gila. pantang orang tido, mulut diorang ni mcm jam loceng yang paling bising. mereka kuat membebel. kuat makan adalah si cha2 (nama manja untuk azfasha). dia ni ketua geng kat fakulti kitaorang. gangster. haha. siapa kacau dia, silap besarlah. hihi. si hot hot baby ialah ana. ramai guys nak berkenalan dengan dia masa diploma dulu. hehe. oh i miss u both. and i love u girls..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390236306034304434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Ss33XJSWpbI/AAAAAAAAAjc/JpAar4nUTzU/s320/IMG_3247_resize.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i love sharing things with them. mereka jujur. walaupun kenyataan yang keluar dari mulut diorang tu amatlah menyakitkan hati, mereka amatlah jujur dengan saya. i love these two girls. amat. kadang2 mereka buat saya marah, sakit hati, but at the end of the day, i know that they're the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;when i said these two girls, tak bermakna yang lain tak penting pada saya. semua orang amatlah bermakna pada saya. jauh ke dekat, orang sekeliling saya amatlah penting buat saya. tapi untuk cerita semua, maaflah. saya dah penat taip. woo.. anda semua tetap di hati saya. yeah, saya tak tipu. u guys are part of me (ayat ni macam salah aja kan?). without anyone of you, some parts of the puzzle in my heart will be gone (pun macam salah juga). which make, my heart incomplete..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;before i stop blogging, i would like to introduce the guy who i really love. he's my prince. yeah adderly, he's my prince, and i'm her princess. btw, if you bahan this, ingat balik yang u janji nak belanja ice cream. baskin robbins. blerk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390236295596246834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Ss33WiZuhzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/3pcqwwyQ9uA/s320/IMG_3228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;back to the story. i think i really really really miss him right now. saya mahu dia di sisi saya sekarang. saya nak jumpa dia. hafiz, saya sedih awak takda kat sisi saya. saya nak bersayang2 dgn awak. bermanja2 dengan awak. (saya bukan nak pegang2 ke apa ya, bukan tu yang saya nak. farique, jangan fikir lain pula ye. hehe.) saya nak bercakap face to face dengan awak. susah nak cakap thru phone. tak sampai apa yang saya cuba nak sampaikan..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;saya tak nak gado. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;macam mana kita nak kembali mcm dulu hafiz? tolong datang jumpa saya.. saya sebak tulis macam ni untuk awak. awak amat penting untuk saya.. kalau saya boleh jalan kaki jumpa awak sekarang, saya dah buat.. kalau Arau-Melaka tu hanya 2 jam perjalanan, tiap2 minggu saya balik jumpa awak.. balik hari pun saya sanggup.. sebab saya betul2 rindukan awak.. saya tak suka rasa macam ni. maafkan saya atas segalanya..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;saya sayangkan awak. sangat..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*emo juga akhirnya..=(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;moral of the day : never ever baca message ketika menuruni tangga..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-572405284018189562?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/572405284018189562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-u-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/572405284018189562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/572405284018189562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-u-so-much.html' title='i miss u so much.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Ss3i1-0tg3I/AAAAAAAAAjE/EIC0c4QsF3M/s72-c/IMG_8826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-7678095776676715216</id><published>2009-10-06T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:17:07.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it me, or is it you?</title><content type='html'>well, here we go again. i'm not perfect, i need a space. just listen to what i want to say cause if you ignore it, i will never be honest to you. listen to each and every single of it, don't comment or get mad about that. it just the way i felt it. don't blame me. blame the environment for changing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you keep mad for every single word and act, don't hate me if someday i become the biggest poker face. people do change, trust me. even you readers. we're human right? so what's the point of celebrating your birthday every year if you're not changing? be at 5 forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think you want to use an annoying tone to speak with me, just shut the f*** up. don't spoil my mood and day. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-7678095776676715216?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/7678095776676715216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-me-or-is-it-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7678095776676715216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7678095776676715216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-me-or-is-it-you.html' title='Is it me, or is it you?'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-378162359164092211</id><published>2009-10-04T17:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:12:50.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dalam hati ada taman, dalam taman ada bunga.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello there stalkers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so happy today. I woke up this morning and I smiled. I don’t know why, but yeah, I’m happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam I pergi Merlimau, to watch the debate championship, final okay. UiTM KBM vs IIUC. Of course UiTM menang! Hehe. So here, I would like to congratulate Adderly Shah, Jehan Soraya and Aiman for the win. And for the rest, congratulations too. You guys are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry if the pictures that I’ve taken are below the expectation. I don’t have a DSLR to get a perfect picture. My battery pula getting older and cannot survive longer. So, I’m sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m so proud of the team. Jehan, you’re the best speaker I’ve ever met. Really. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388682251424325762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sshx9QuZYII/AAAAAAAAAi8/0a8Te-kMf6I/s320/IMG_1151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dinner is over. I’ve done my best that night. I know I banyak buat salah. Merapu2 aja cakap. Majlis tu sebenarnya amat kelam kabut. You guys don’t know what happened actually behind the stage. Perubahan acara on the spot. Banyak benda kena rearrange. Sanor and Adderly did a very good job. I’m happy to be paired with you guys. The mic was stupid. Tiba2 semua mic tak kuat bunyi dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azli and Ijan were the best! If I’m not working with these 2 people, I’m sure everything will be so messy. Thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak kesalahan kata2 dan tatabahasa yang I dah buat ketika menjadi MC tu. It was spontaneous. Haha. At the end of the day, I enjoy doing it. I have lots of fun and gain so much of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night, I’m wearing my mum’s wedding dress. I tried to put some accessories, but I don’t like it. The dress itself dah cukup sempurna for me. Pengarah kampus kata I macam pengantin. Hihi. Oh, I tak pandai apply make up on my face. Foundation? Haha. I don’t have one. I came to the hotel without colors on my face. I ask Intan for help. But she’s busy that night, so that night ada 1 girl yang baik hati makeupkan I. I forgot your name dear. Thank you so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388682242759372194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sshx8wcgraI/AAAAAAAAAi0/tgcr973cSUs/s320/10724_146544703532_790588532_2698893_4727128_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I dah baik dengan Hafiz! Hehe. Sukanya. Cara kami baik semula sangat simple. We just sms, and everything was okay. 2 months yang tak sempurna tu dah berlalu sekelip mata. Ya Allah, aku bersyukur. 2 bulan kami tak message panjang2. And now, dah mula semula. If I senyum2 ketika message, janganlah tanya kenapa ye? Hehe. He said I love you after a very long time. He warn, jangan buat perangai lagi. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not looking for a perfect guy as I know that he’s not exist. Well, he does exist, but only in my fantasy, in reality? Haha. I define perfect as a combination of Justin, Mraz, Fahrin, Munif Ahmad, Bill Gates, Curtis Stone, Einstein, and lots of other names that I could not remember. So, I believe that this perfect guy is not exist. I believe that Hafiz is the best for me as I don’t met any guy better than him yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I’ve been surrounding with great people. I don’t want to introduce them yet. But right now, I just want to say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that’s all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-378162359164092211?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/378162359164092211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/dalam-hati-ada-taman-dalam-taman-ada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/378162359164092211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/378162359164092211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/dalam-hati-ada-taman-dalam-taman-ada.html' title='dalam hati ada taman, dalam taman ada bunga.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sshx9QuZYII/AAAAAAAAAi8/0a8Te-kMf6I/s72-c/IMG_1151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1340899886668300735</id><published>2009-10-01T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:38:44.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bila saya keseorangan di kampus..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sekarang pukul 6 dua belas. masih di kampus kerana pada malam ni ada raptai untuk dinner esok. have i told u i'm emcee? dah kot. em, did i told u that i design and doing the distribution of cards? i guess so.. well, tinggal 24 hours lagi before the dinner start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;saya penat. for this dinner, i've done my best. all out. if my effort tak cukup untuk puaskan hati semua, i'm sorry. this is the best i can do. and if you think you can do it better than what i did, well, go ahead, take my place. hmm, its too late to say it now right? i don't want to say much, saya tak marah siapa2, semua dah okay pada saya sekarang. i know some of you tak puas hati dengan i masa last meeting petang tu. well, im sorry. just a thing i would like to highlight here, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Just Because You're Suck Doing Your Job, Don't Blame Others For The Complaints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i would like to say thank you so much pada semua yang membantu. i mean it. Thank You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;kepada Hafiz, maafkan saya tak message awak, tak call awak. ada sebab kenapa saya tak dapat buat semua tu. saya bukan sengaja nak huru harakan hubungan kita. awak amat bersabar dengan saya. saya hargai semua tu. terima kasih, prince..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*saya lapar, tapi tiada kawan nak makan. siapa sudi teman saya makan? tangan saya sakit, badan saya lemah. muka saya pun nampak tak bermaya sekarang. baju dinner tak complete lagi. boleh tak tambah lagi 24 jam sebelum dinner esok supaya saya dapat tido, bermimpi indah2, golek atas katil puas2, get ready mental and physically dulu? i do need to refill my energy. power bar won't help me survive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-1340899886668300735?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1340899886668300735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/bila-saya-keseorangan-di-kampus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1340899886668300735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1340899886668300735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/10/bila-saya-keseorangan-di-kampus.html' title='bila saya keseorangan di kampus..'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2860732581796711016</id><published>2009-09-29T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:23:24.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asyik mengeluh aja. *sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah mood pada kali ini? Bosan, marah, merajuk, bengang sikit, mengada2, nak merengek2. Hmm, itu tandanya saya sedang dalam emo. So, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa saya amat boring? Sebab kawan2 semua ada kelas,lepas tu saya tiada mood nak cakap dengan orang. So saya menjauhkan diri dari semua. Prefer duduk sorang2 dan cakap sorang2. Do I look pathetic? Tak kot. Normal lah tu kan? Kadang2 cakap dengan dinding tu lagi baik dari cakap dengan manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi ada gap 2 jam lepas kelas ethics. I jalan2 pusing kat KBM ni. Online kat laptop,facebook pulak tak boleh buka. So, buka blog. Since adderly dah update blog, bacalah blog dia. See, punyalah boring sampai kena baca blog dia. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum tu pergi surau, solat kejap. Wth dengan manusia2 yang melepak kat surau tu? Eh, ko tak nampak ke orang tengah solat? Boleh tak ko jangan nak memekak? Jangan cakap kuat2, jangan gelak2. Orang solat nak khusyuk. Ko ingat bila takbir je, telinga terus tertutup, tak dengar ko cakap apa? Otak ko! Ha, amik lagi. Ni emo sedang marah. Just shut the fuck up u stupid ^&amp;amp;*$%^#! I don’t care korang tu siapa, ustazah ke, haji ke, hajah ke, tapi bila orang tengah solat, sila hormat sikit. Sila senyap. Shh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then adalah 1geng dalam surau tu. Semua orang tengah diam. Diorang tengah buat 2 way communication berdua. Fine. I don’t mind. Tapi bila suara diorang dah melebihi volume, mulalah hati sakit. *eh, adakah aku sedang mengumpat? Was2, so teruskan jelah. Hehe. Lepas tu, diorang gelak2. then salah sorang tu tersedar yang dia terbising. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#%$^&amp;amp;%* 1 : eh bisinglah.&lt;br /&gt;#%$^&amp;amp;%* 2 : bising ke? Mana ada, orang je senyap.&lt;br /&gt;#%$^&amp;amp;%* 1 &amp;amp; #%$^&amp;amp;%* 2 : Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf? Wtf? Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.. bengang gila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah, malas nak marah2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari sambung lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya geram sebenarnya ni. Kenapa? 1st dinner, 2nd, debate. Kenapa tiada proper work segregation? Kenapa tak bagi due date? Kenapa? Fuh, I sedang menahan rasa dalam hati ni sebab tak tahu siapa baca benda ni. Kang ada orang terasa, susah pula. Sesetengah manusia tak faham apa orang tengah cakap. Orang cakap pasal lain, dia assume lain. Yang pasti, I marah sebab bila orang lain tak buat kerja, my work tak dapat disiapkan jugak. God, please. I do have test, text to be prepare, nak taip blog lagi, online lagi, yang pasti I busy. So please, let me finish my work asap. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then debate. Before raya I only skip 1 slot of training. If u don’t want me to represent UiTM for Merlimau, jangahlah ajak masuk, pastu ajak pergi training. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I’m mad. Really. U’re not saying sorry pulak tu! Argh! Sumpah terasa. Sumpah. All the effort tu mcm tiada apa2 je kan pada korang? Takpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah, penat marah kat orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba2 dalam kelas, Tipah bertanya. Fasya dah clash dengan bf? I was like, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami belum clash ya. We’re working on that. sila jangan salah anggap. I know my emo, my status, my everything lately seem semua tak okay. But it just what I felt. 2 months ni agak kucar kacir. I don’t want to let him go. I love him! Always. Oh I don’t know how to say it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll die if I lose him. Really. I’m everything I am because u loved me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia mengubah hidup saya. Kehadiran dia di sisi buat semuanya indah. Dia aja tahu how to pujuk me when I merajuk. Dia tahu I amat sensitive. Dia tahu how fragile my heart is. Dulu dia gagal buat saya bahagia. Tapi dia belajar. Hari demi hari, dia menjadi yang terbaik untuk saya. Dia bagi kasih sayang yang tak mungkin orang lain dapat bagi. Dia pernah menangis bersama saya. Dia sayang family saya. Dia pandai bercerita. dia faham saya. Dia tak suka saya membebel. Tapi dia suka tengok saya. Dia selalu buat hati saya berdebar2. Saya rasa saya sayang dia. Saya nak bagitahu dia. Nak jumpa dia. Tapi bila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,what happen to us syg..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, banyak dah ni kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tired. Broke. Nervous. Sleepy. Lonely. Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2860732581796711016?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2860732581796711016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/asyik-mengeluh-aja-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2860732581796711016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2860732581796711016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/asyik-mengeluh-aja-sigh.html' title='asyik mengeluh aja. *sigh.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-8432832668729598546</id><published>2009-09-27T08:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:44:01.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, it's sunday. esok kelas bermula setelah cuti raya. am i ready for this? never. who likes Melaka? it puts a lot of burden on me. I wish i masih belajar di Arau. rindunya suasana kat sana. rilex aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada orang kata Arau itulah, inilah, tapi I still suka. 3 years of my life is in Arau. i miss u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minggu depan adalah minggu yang amat pressure. hari2 i have to be there at 8, then balik tak tahulah bila. dinner and merlimau? *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invitation card dah siap. esok kena start bagi pada guest. harap2 diorang suka. eleh, tak suka pun tak apa. i've done my best. i put a lot of effort doing that alone. so negative complaints adalah amat tidak disukai. tak suka, diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have take a bath now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog ini mungkin akan ditinggalkan seketika. tapi if i emo, we'll meet again. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, selamat pulang belajar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i dont approve sesuka hati orang yang add i di facebook. maaf ya. saya bukan sombong. it just that, i don't know u. i tak pernah cakap dengan u. so having u in the friend list would make me uncomfortable. facebook is a place for me to retain my friends and stay connected. i'm not looking for a new friend. so, be my friend dulu ya? let's talk first. hehe. oh, if i don't reply all the buzz in ym or fb, i am sorry. u don't know how much i hate chatting. i only chat with certain people. im not choosy, tapi im bad in chatting. i'm the worst chatter ever to some people. text, email, or just wall to wall with me ya? again, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, dah melalut lagi. i nak mandi tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaylah, since i dah mula busy nanti, do miss me! hehe. i tak tahulah bila nak back online lagi. xoxo readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to yatt pesol, kita terharulah awak tulis macam tu. terima kasih tau.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia tulis ni :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10490656620341235816" rel="nofollow"&gt;Yatt Pesol&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;aida...nak lagi...tulis lagi...x jemu baca...ni dah jadi kewajiban untuk membaca setip kali sign in ..heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*terharu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-8432832668729598546?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/8432832668729598546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/leaving-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/8432832668729598546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/8432832668729598546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/leaving-again.html' title='leaving again.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-4470746152707068170</id><published>2009-09-26T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:30:55.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another emo post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, i found out about somethings. its not 1, not 2, 3 or 4.. it just so many things.. *sigh..&lt;br /&gt;what happen if it is over? i can't take it. it will kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is ugly right? some of it hurt some heart a lot. well, i'm kinda in pain now. plaster, anyone?haha. how can i smile at the moment like this? poker face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to say anything here because i know u guys are going to make assumptions which i think i couldn't stand it. so, since this is my blog, suka hatilah i nak tulis apa kan? even if setiap entry dalam blog ni berunsurkan emo pun, apa salahnya. it still my blog. if u don't like it, back off! simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, all i want to do now is to create a new life which i know i can't live in it. fantasy. my life in fantasy is better than the reality. i live in a castle where i'm the only princess and live so happily without had any problems. well, that's so good. but dream it on loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, i'm watching a walk to remember. download sendiri. waiting for someone to pass it to me is like waiting for the stars to fall from the sky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bila saya diam, adalah yang tak kena tu. if i don't like something, just look at my face as it will tell u. and sometimes, i don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-4470746152707068170?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/4470746152707068170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-emo-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/4470746152707068170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/4470746152707068170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-emo-post.html' title='another emo post.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-7608320018498810705</id><published>2009-09-23T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:48:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, i am so sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;to hafiz, sorry. that's all i could say now. its been a month. i know i've such a bad bad bad gf to you. i've changed. i realized that. i just don't know what went wrong. if i know, i'll simply fix it. the thing is that, i don't know. it just i'm lost. i know you're boring with me. each call, speech, sms, and all, i keep talking about my life. how bad it was, yadda yadda. i don't talk about us. well, i am sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i know i've make a new friends, debaters. i know u hate me joining this team. but i want to do something new. gaining new experience and all. these people make me happy. yeah, they do. do support me as i support you. u want to join the band, i was there, give full support. eventhough part of me hating you doing that. but u were happy don't you? all i want is you to be happy. can u do the same for me, syg?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3 years and 5 months. that's our score. we survived after so many shit things happenned between us. from the beginning till now, i never felt the way i am now. i never had this kind of crisis in life. while u're in dungun, u had this crisis. have i ever left u alone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;what i want now is u here. stay by my side. meet me. stay for a week. i need your shoulder. i really do. only u who understand me better than others. i can't make another step without u. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i know u're annoyed with me now. i've been so mengada2. i'm sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;to azfasha, aku minta maaf juga. aku tak sedar aku melukai hati kau. sabar ye cha. kau yang paling rapat dengan aku sekarang ni. apa yang aku lalui, apa yang aku buat, semua kau tahu. u're my bestfriend. thank you for opened my blind eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;to suhana, i think i need u too. can we meet up before the holiday end?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;to amelia, thank u for the ears. when i was so alone, u were there. give advise, do listen. well, it help me went thru the hard days. sorry if what i've said make u feel a bit boring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;to adderly, thank u too. when people seems to ignore me, u were there. listen to the rubbish and talk to me. eventhough u keep sakitkan hati i, i do smile sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;well, all i'm saying is sorry. and thank u.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*i think i need a vacation now. alone would be nice. langkawi? that's perfect. give me a perfect weekend. friday, saturday and sunday without tests, shits and all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-7608320018498810705?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/7608320018498810705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-i-am-so-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7608320018498810705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7608320018498810705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-i-am-so-sorry.html' title='hey, i am so sorry.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-107186495199505652</id><published>2009-09-22T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:27:34.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, i need u now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm so lost. boring gila. ee kan best if i ada millions dalam bank tu. boleh pergi jalan2 dengan hati yang tenang sekarang. nak pergi pulau. alone. do things yang i nak dah lama nak buat. without anyone complaint sebab tiada siapa yang kenal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i need a new passion now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;my life is getting boring each and everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;belajar scuba macam menarik. tapi duit? terhenti di situ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;dah. malas nak fikir. malas nak buat apa2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*i misplace my sony mp3. kenangan banyak tu. where are u?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-107186495199505652?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/107186495199505652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeah-i-need-u-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/107186495199505652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/107186495199505652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeah-i-need-u-now.html' title='yeah, i need u now.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2329839599472640327</id><published>2009-09-22T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:00:14.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, I’m A N F.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*this post is written on 18th September 2009 while I was so boring without the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ANF. Why I don’t use my real name and post it in the blog? Sebab I tak nak, bila people google me, they know about this blog. Cukuplah I dah advertise myself dekat facebook. Like I said, this blog is like my life journal. Apa yang I tulis semuanya berdasarkan kata hati i. I tak nak bila I emosi, I marah2, I tengah jiwang2, orang yang I tak kenal, baca. Eh silap, bukan tak boleh baca cume entahlah. I pun tak tahu. Hehe. The only reason I tak private kan blog ni ialah sebab I malas nak invite. Haha. Apa punya alasan kan.. selagi orang tak buat tahi pada I, it will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bedasarkan title di atas, I sebenarnya nak kenalkan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa tiba2 nak kenalkan diri? Entah. Tiada benda nak tulis, so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name, ANF. You know that. Born on 5th December a few years a go. Speaking about birth date, you know what people? I never celebrate my birthday bersama kawan2. I don’t have that experience. Never. I hanya celebrate dengan family. I tiada gambar kek bersama kawan2. Kesian kan? Setiap kali birthday, cuti panjang. Time tu semua orang pun sibuk dengan kehidupan masing2. They do remember me, ada sms banyak malam birthday tu. Cume no kek. Hehe. I bukanlah nak sangat benda tu. Cume it will be good if I ada 1 kenangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s continue. I’m addicted to dresses. Saya gila dress. Ya Allah, syukur I’m not brand-a-holic (nak cakap mcm shopaholic tu). You guys don’t know what I can do with RM6000. Haha. That’s the biggest mistake I ever did. That’s the price I have to pay to learn that saving is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kita dah melalut sedikit dari dress ni. I have many dresses. I buy that often, macam beli topup. Nak2 kalau duit tengah ada. Cara saya beli dress, simple. 1st, cantik (it gets my eye attention). 2nd, selesa (my hand will touch and feel it). 3rd, unique (I’m thinking-I like item yang one and only). 4th, murah (below RM30, that’s it. I won’t think further, u’ll win). Semudah itu? Ya. Sebab tu I ada banyak baju, duit I cepat habis, almari tak muat nak simpan baju2 ni. *sigh. I hope I’ll change. Kadang2 I rasa I tak cukup baju. Cha tahu what happen to me actually. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk about other things. Saya ni tangki air. Hehe. What’s that suppose to mean? Well, saya consume air yang banyak. Mineral water harus ada bila saya keluar jalan2. Mesti habis punya paling tidak pun 1 botol. I cepat sangat haus. Kalau cakap banyak, lagilah. Selalu aja mulut ni kering. Sebanyak mana saya consume air, sekerap itu jugalah saya cepat ke tandas. Hehe. Balance lah tu. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now let’s talk about foods. While I was in school, I eat a lot, friends. Amat banyak. Sister called me a buaya tau. Dia cakap I ni makan tak henti2. I was fat. I suka gemuk mcm dulu. Sedap sikit badan tu. Ni tak, sekeping aja. I start mengecil sejak belajar di Arau. Masuk je diploma, hilang semua lemak. Tak tahu pergi mana. Hehe. Mungkin disejat oleh cuaca panas Perlis tu kot. Haha. Kemuncak pengecilan ketika I jatuh sakit. And kekal sehingga sekarang. I punya selera makan pun berkurang lately. So bila I nak makan lebih2 tu, just bagilah. Bagi I bertambah berat sikit. Hehe. Walaupun mengecil di badan, my face masih sama. DC tu masih di situ. I wonder kenapa dia tak hilang sama. Pelik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan,sebagai seorang perempuan, I can’t live without tissue. I use it selepas ke toilet, selepas makan, ketika berpeluh, ketika kotor, dan sebagainya. Worst part tanpa tissue ialah I cannot go to the toilet. Yeah. Siapa yang rapat, selalu dengar statement ni “ala, macam mana nak pergi toilet ni, tissue tiada”. That’s why I akan cube untuk tidak meninggalkan tissue di rumah. I guna tissue from Watson. Bagus tissue dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap orang ada technology yang boleh buat dia tak puas hati. (mungkin tak semua, tapi mostly). Macam I, I tak boleh langsung tengok camera. Tak boleh. Gila tak berpuas hati. I ada powershot A650IS. Tu je yang mampu. Tapi dah rosak pulak. Ee. I was thinking to buy a DSLR, tapi tiada duitlah. Alang2 beli, belilah yang terbaik terus kan? Pinjam RM3000 boleh? He..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby tu dah hampir mencapai 10,000 shot. I beli masa January 2008. If something happen to my baby, I would die. Moral down. I’ll cry for weeks! Canon dah tak keluarkan camera tu. Limited in market. Tiada pengganti. I bought it with my own money. Tu yang sayang lebih tu. I jeles pada orang yang ada DSLR. Jealous gila. Good thing kalau I ada camera is that if you go out with me, you mesti ada banyak pictures. 1 occasion 2 jam, gambar more than 100. Tu wajib. I suka keluar dengan orang yang tak malu bergambar. Hehe. Sebab tu kat facebook I ada lebih dari 20 album. Nak delete, tapi tak sampai hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people suka handphone, tiap sem tukar. Tapi I tak. I akan guna sampai betul2 dah tak boleh guna, barulah I tukar. I mesti ada 2 handphone dalam 1 masa. Pakai 2 number kan. 1st time I ada handphone, masa baru habis SPM. Time tu nak pergi PLKN, terus beli. Dah rosak dah phone tu. Bila diploma, tukar handphone Nokia yang hanya boleh message and call yang skrin dia bercolor. Sampai sekarang guna. Hadiah birthday + DL from ibu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then rasa tak cukup guna 1, masa awal part 6 diploma, beli 1 lagi. Pun dari ibu jugak. Hadiah birthday. My flip phone. Dia pernah jatuh ke lembah hina. Sadis. Sekarang dah mula rosak. Bengang betul. I am thinking to buy a new one. Tapi tak sampai hatilah. Duit sendiri. Woo.. handphone saya semua ada sentimental value.. susah untuk jual sesuka hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi? Em, saya pemalas. Tak perlu bagitahu banyak. Semua dah tahu kot. I like Jason Mraz and Justin Timberlake. They both are sexy. Haha. Saya kurang mendengar lagu baru. Lagu melayu yang I hafal, kurang dari 10. Bagus kan? Hehe. I amat suka cerita romantic. AMAT!. I tak suka tengok series. 4 cerita yang boleh buat I mati ialah Full House, My Girl, Prison Break dan Heroes. Subhanallah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I susah stop tengok series. Bila dah tengok scene 1, scene 2 nak tengok. Pastu 3. Dan seterusnya. Semua tu nak tengok direct. Tanpa iklan, berterusan. Curious nak tahu next story. Tak mampu bersabar. Terbayang2 sampai tak boleh buat benda lain. Sebab tu saya tak suka rasa curious. Nanti benda lain tak boleh buat. Dulu masa dapat external Bun kot, that’s it. I layan Prison Break season 1 sampai subuh. Pastu sambung lagi next season. Gila. Pastu jadi zombie. Prison Break tu awesome. Michael Scofield tu charming sampai I eee.. tak boleh nak habiskan kata2. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 cerita tu buat mata saya bengkak, badan saya letih. Bila orang offer tengok series, I won’t. sebab nanti I jadi gila. Kan best kalau gila ni datang time belajar. Buka page pertama buku teks, curious nak baca 2nd page, 3rd page dan seterusnya. Selagi tak habis 1 bab (anggaplah season 1), selagi tu tak tido. Baca sampai subuh. Oh kalau lah begitu.. mesti DL every sem. hehe. Mimpi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em macam dah panjang je taip. Nak taip lagi. Dah penat atau bosan membaca? Good. Stop right now. But I won’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have favorite color. I like them all. I judge things base on their look. Not color. Kalau cantik, cantik jugalah. Tak kisah warna apa. Tapi bila buat kuiz kat facebook, kadang2 kan dia tanya favorite color. So I akan choose green. Bukan suka sangat pun. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What else? oh I don't like to fight with people. I hate that. itu mencetuskan ketegangan dan ketidakselesaan pada diri. I can say sorry. Pujuk if i'm wrong. But if you ignore that, that's it. I don't know how to put more effort. If i said sorry, I really mean it. Just talk to me. And work with me. Don't ignore me. I'll cry if i fight with someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh if I'm so happy, I'll cry. So sad, tak perlu cakap. So mad, juga air mata mengalir. If perasaan saya berada di tahap maximum, air mata pasti mengalir. I am cengeng. I know that. Amat cepat merajuk. Dan cepat juga okay. Hehe. Pernah sekali ibu tertinggikan suara pada saya, I cried. Masa tu I was 21 years old. Dah besar pun. Pelik kan saya ni?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I format my own laptop now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love ice cream and chocolate. Amat. My guy pernah marah sebab I eat banyak benda ni masa diploma dulu. Haha. Now tiada siapa nak marah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have lots of ambitions. Dulu I bercita2 nak kerja di jabatan meteorology. Time tu kat sekolah, fav subject is Geog. Then nak jadi angkasawati (pelik in BM). Pastu nak jadi tentera. Yup! I mohon 3 kali nak join navy, air force and atma. I was crazy dengan pakaian uniform dulu. Tapi semua gagal. Kalau tak sekarang mesti I dapat jadi pilot. Hmm, bukan rezeki.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lepas tu nak jadi Pengarah SPRM. Ye. I hate tengok apa yag terjadi kat Malaysia ni. Macam mana orang boleh claim beberapa ribu untuk beli computer untuk gov sedangkan harga dia murah aja. Yelah, RM3000 dah dapat 1 set. Dia pergi claim melebih2. Pastu sibuk kata gov tiada duit. Yadda yadda. Geram betul. I nak buat akta, semua politician wajib mengisytiharkan harta sebelum menjadi politician. Semua budget gov kena melalui SPRM. dah buat budget, dah beli semua, bagi SPRM check. Tally tak? Ha, mesti semua cuak kalau I jadi Pengarah SPRM. Haha. In your dreams sya..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I belajar accounting. Tak minat pun. Belajar aja. I ingat nak ambil Master in Forensic Accounting / Auditing (lupa). Lepas tu jadi lecturer. Tak ingin nak jadi accountant. Susah. I tak nak buat overtime sampai lewat malam semata2 nak buat account. Mati owh. I kan suka tido. Nanti tak tido, susah pulak hidup. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I also want to work with NASA. ni adalah cita2 di alam fantasi. mustahil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hehe. Panjang kan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hmm, dah terlebih cerita pula. Hehe. I want to stop dah ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesiapa yang follow blog ni, tahu kan lately ni saya emosi terlebih? Setelah berbincang, berfikir, bertenang semua. Saya rasa saya mengalami krisis identity sekarang ni. I know I’ve changed. Hurting some hearts, become someone else. Saya sedar semua tu. Hanya 1 yang mampu saya kata, I’m sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time. I’ll find the right way. Help me to find it, please. I don’t want to lose anything. Not a friendship, not even love. I love you all. You people are important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri semua..&lt;br /&gt;Maaf Zahir Batin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I’m writing this on my mum’s bed using words. I spent two hours on this. I’ll post this once the internet is available. My life is empty without you, dear internet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2329839599472640327?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2329839599472640327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-im-n-f.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2329839599472640327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2329839599472640327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-im-n-f.html' title='Hello, I’m A N F.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2511878357763836948</id><published>2009-09-16T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:02:26.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh no. cuti bermula esok malam. i'm dead! tiada internet di rumah. habislah, tak tenang hidupku nanti. i have so many things to settle time cuti. hunting for baju raya, tempah invitation card, study (no way! - tipu je tu), beraya, buat itu, buat ini. fuh, mesti penat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;saya ada benda nak bagitahu. jus pisang SANGAT SEDAP! amat. ya allah, rasanya terlalu nikmat. sila cuba.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;emotards. yeah. i admit i agak emosi. terima kasih for calling me that. i emo tentang banyak benda. over sensitive. nak buat macam mana, this is who i am. you have no idea what i've been through sampai i jadi this weak. yeah, i nangis banyak. that's how i handle my feelings. i don't have any other ways to make me okay in seconds. well, i am very sorry for susahkan each and everyone of you. i won't cry in front of you, again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i don't like smokers. sorry noel. i tak marah u nak smoke depan i. it just that asap tu. i tak suka asap tu kena i. tu je. its not like i hate u or what. tapi asap tu.. anggap je asap tu macam kentut. i tak suka orang kentut dekat i. busuk. samalah macam smoke tu. sorry kalau u terasa or bengang. u macam marah bila i cakap tentang tu. sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i ada banyak benda nak tulis tadi. dah construct semua jalan cerita, tapi i dah penatlah. its 2am already. i nak tido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;today might be the last post of my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;for that, im wishing each and everyone of you Selamat Hari Raya, maaf zahir batin..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sila maafkan saya. saya tahu saya banyak buat salah. halalkan makan minum sekali tau. enjoy your holiday. drive safe. pakai tali pinggang keledar. it could save you. at least bila accident, chances for you to tercampak dari kereta, dan kemudiannya dilanggar oleh kereta2 yang sedang meluncur laju di highway akan berkurang. yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;to my lovely dear, thank you for everything..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*saya terlupa bagaimana perasaan ada seorang ayah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;selamat malam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2511878357763836948?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2511878357763836948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2511878357763836948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2511878357763836948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-hard.html' title='this is hard.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-9176333218406924914</id><published>2009-09-15T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:26:39.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my heart we got issue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;wth that i've done? saya bermain dengan api. mulakan dengan mancis. saya tabur daun kering, tambah batang kayu menjadi arang. dan sekarang api telah marak dan susah untuk dipadamkan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i was stupid. hoping for something that i shouldn't hope for. what was i thinking? where was my brain? oh, its there for all these time. but why i'm not using it? *sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;readers yang tak tahu apa2, saya sedang mengalami conflict dalam diri. saya berada di satu jalan yang lurus selama ini. saya berjalan dan terus berjalan sehingga pada suatu hari, saya berada di satu persimpangan. kiri dan kanan. dan, saya telah memilih haluan yang salah. and now i'm suffering for that mistake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;it feels suck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;if i had a chance, i'll go back to past and trying to fix things up. i don't want to hurt myself and also people around me. i know i've been such a jerk to some people lately. i know that. i realized. but it is not easy to do the right thing. i'm hurt..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i deserve to be happy. you too, people..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;if you wanna stay, help me find the light of my life. if you can't help me, just leave..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;subhanallah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*i'm sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-9176333218406924914?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/9176333218406924914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-and-my-heart-we-got-issue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/9176333218406924914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/9176333218406924914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-and-my-heart-we-got-issue.html' title='me and my heart we got issue.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-5276880275069210677</id><published>2009-09-14T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:24:06.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;just die. not you, people. LIPAS! ya Allah, betapa ku benci dan fobia dengan lipas. i really, really, really and really hate u.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;setengah jam yang lalu, seekor lipas yang besar dan menggelikan, bukan menggiurkan telah masuk ke dalam rumah. argh, 1 badan meremang. i know its not a ghost. but i just cant even see it. phobia. eee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;what i do if i see this creature? JERIT! jeritan yang paling kuat sehingga sekarang masih sakit tekak. hatiku masih berdebar2. badanku masih penat dalam usaha membunuh seekor lipas tadi. sheildtox (betul ke eja?) dah habis. nasib baik lipas tu lipas yang lemah. tak lincah dan tidak terbang. good. now u're dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;kesian cha. dah tido terpaksa bangun.. sorry ye cha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;stay away from me, lipas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i do hate u. very much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i waste my time online lagi. dah 1230am..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-5276880275069210677?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/5276880275069210677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5276880275069210677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5276880275069210677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-die.html' title='just die.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-4317555904754926603</id><published>2009-09-13T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:28:04.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;yeah, what's that? its a song from J.M. topic for today is not related to that. saja letak sebab the song keeps playing in my mind. hehe. sudah2, tak perlu fikir apa2. terus ke apa yang saya nak taip..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;its already 1039pm. guess what? masih belum study for quiz and test tomorrow. well done! (lately i always say this word - well done) saya memang macam ni. my study last minute memang betul2 last minute. wth yang saya buat depan lappy ni pun tak tahulah. dugaan from the internet. usaha untuk melawan nafsu ni, GAGAL! yeah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i had a great time semalam. picture tengah di upload tu. lets see siapa paling banyak dalam album tu nanti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;before hang out, something happen. i was so happy for 9 hours. its the best feeling i ever had in Malacca. serius im so happy. sampai nak tido pun susah. hehe. bayangkan betapa gembiranya saya malam tu. then, the next 5 hours i feel so sad. 30 minutes saya menangis. bangun tido, online dan serta merta, pipiku basah. sunshine 9 jam tu hilang... don't ask me why.. the only reason i tulis, supaya next time i buka blog, i know what's actually happen to my life. i tiada diary, so blog is some kind of my life journal.. p/s : you owe me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i have a good news! my phone dah rosak. haha. should i buy a new phone? sayangnya duit..=(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;owh, cha's back! yes!! i'm glad you're back. just jangan emo2 ya.. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i realize that lately ada banyak cas negative around. orang emosi banyak betul, termasuklah saya. sunshine, do come again. and please stay longer..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;please please and please tengok cerita the ugly truth. i'm dying gelak dalam wayang tu. haha. i'll buy the dvd. worth RM10 tu..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;okay, i have to stop online now. boleh ke? em tidak, statement tu macam menipu pulak. i'll stop blogging for tonight sebab facebook is waiting. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;semua, selamat malam. good luck for everything that u do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;to amelia : take your time. listen to your heart, do the right thing. i'm not ordering u to do anything, but i want you to listen to your heart. okay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;to hafiz : datang dalam mimpi sya..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-4317555904754926603?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/4317555904754926603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/butterfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/4317555904754926603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/4317555904754926603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/butterfly.html' title='butterfly.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2320017176968295859</id><published>2009-09-11T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:43:30.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>between me and my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;okay, now i'm alone at this very cold class. semua orang dah balik. i kan takda kawan, so bila orang ajak berbuka, terpaksala terhegeh2 ikut. if not, berbuka sorang dengan titisan air mata. i'm waiting for noel now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;here's a conversation that i'm having with my heart. oh noel dah sampai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hehe. tak jadilah nak bermonolog sorang2. nanti malam kita sambung okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...............................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;okay, saya dah pulang dari berbuka. guess what? ada orang baik hati belanja saya dan noel makan pizza.oh omar, TERIMA KASIH! kalau i tahu u bayar tadi, i mmg mintak ice cream yang besar itu. i happy walaupun you both memang amat nak kena pisau tu tadi. sangat gembira!! anda berdua telah pun melihat makeover saya kan? happy? yeah, i know you're happy. u guys gelak lagi banyak than me. oh noel, someday i will bahan you. you too omar. i'll learn..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;okay, mari mulakan omong kosong. i always omong sorang2. setiap masa. yeah, dalam kelas tak payahlah cakap. siap boleh buat skrip drama lagi tahu? hehe. seriously, i think i'm crazy. i guess i need theraphy. bila tiada kawan untuk berbicara, here i am. playing words dengan my heart and mind. again, i'm writing rubbish. silakan baca jika berminat. jika tidak, Alt F4. saya ada peminat yang selalu follow blog ni. selalu baca. mungkin sebab diaorang memerlukan bahan untuk membahan. again, u know who you are.=P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;H ~ Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;S ~ Sya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;H : Are you happy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;S : yeah, amat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;H : kenapa?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;S : its gone. i dah tak kusut lagi. nak tido sambil senyum je rasa malam ni. hikhik.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;H : kenapa gembira sangat?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;S : my guy, dia call. dia dengar from A to Z. 40 minutes melayan perasaan dan memujuk saya. perfect words yang dia guna tadi. dia tak marah, dia just nasihat. dia faham. saya gembira dia faham saya sebegitu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;H : further explaination please..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;S : rahsia. nak tahu, kena tanya face to face. hehe. yang penting, saya amatlah gembira!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;H : good. good. what's in your mind now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;S : em, entahlah. i was thinking to cut my hair. tapi sayang. tak sampai hati. i love the way it is.=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;H : owh.. em kenapa u post banyak sangat hari ni?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;S : dah kata tiada kawan, release semua di sini ajalah yang mampu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;H : pergilah tido. that's your favourite kan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;S : yup2, memanglah i sangat suka tido. tapi terlalu gembiralah, heart. tak boleh tido. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;H : i bet u wont stay up long. em esok weekend, what's the plan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;S : ada kelaslah sayang..  after that nak pergi jalan2. i really hope tak jadi seperti kat Klebang tu. i hope esok tak ada orang kacau sampai i merajuk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;H : siapa nak kacau?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;S : DEBATERS! adderly, omar, noel. 3 orang ni memang active membahan oRang. while jehan and amy kejap ada, kejap tiada. 5 lawan 1, that's not fair..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;H : hehe. memang pun. sya, dah 2 jam ni. sila pergi mandi sekarang!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;S : blerk! malas. 5min lagi okay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;like i said, rubbish. siapa suruh baca? padan muka dah membazir waktu.. dah, cukuplah blogging untuk hari ni. selamat malam semua.=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;buat my guy, that's why i love you. terima kasih. xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2320017176968295859?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2320017176968295859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/between-me-and-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2320017176968295859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2320017176968295859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/between-me-and-my-heart.html' title='between me and my heart.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2666028609183932098</id><published>2009-09-11T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:38:03.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm having a conversation with amy. its good to have her around. she just opened my eyes. i wish i have another hour to gossiping with her. time mcm ni, this is what i need. someone who could listen to everything that i've kept in my heart. thank you amy. you just bring the sunshine. anyone yang sudi nak give sunshine lagi? feel free to be here..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm okay now. not 100%. but better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;amy, shhh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;don't talk to anyone all the things i've said..=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2666028609183932098?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-6322938228844497702</id><published>2009-09-11T06:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:19:46.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make it a better day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm feeling better today. not so good. but at least better than yesterday. i woke up early this morning. 520am. drink some water and take a bath. 25 minutes in the toilet for bath at 5.20 in the morning. i'm out of my mind. i do some thinking while shower. talk alone..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh, i'm fasting today.=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;that's good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;tapi akan berbuka alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;that's bad.=(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;after subuh prayer, here i am. lying alone on my bed with lappy above me. i can't live without internet. yeah, i can't. you're my best friend, dear internet. *listening to j.mraz, i'm yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;what's actually going on yesterday? entah. all i know is that, i'm not okay. i hate being not okay. sebab i'll do stupid things. apa yang i dah buat semalam? yang paling i ingat ialah masa presentation invitation card. i tiada mood, so tak bersemangat. but why do they laugh at me? i'm not making joke in front of them. yeah, i'm not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;apa lagi semalam? playing cards. oh, i win some game! i'm not a loser anymore. berbuka di mcd. apa yang telah terjadi di situ? i hope nothing. oh, i made a confession to my friends, saying something about friendship. i do like to be friend with them. you guys 4 orang has made my life a bit better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i do appreciate friendship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;today's going to be a very long day for me. so looooooooong..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i hope i survive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i don't want to look weak. saya sedang bermula semula. jika anda rasa akan buat saya sedih, sila main jauh2. saya tak perlukan anda. tapi kalau anda ingin membawa sunshine, stay. please. saya sedang mengalami masalah jiwa yang saya sendiri tak dapat nak explain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sudah puas membaca? good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*syg, sorry semalam amatlah mengantuk.. we'll talk tonight ya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-6322938228844497702?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/6322938228844497702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-it-better-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6322938228844497702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6322938228844497702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-it-better-day.html' title='make it a better day.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-7610211697552284713</id><published>2009-09-10T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:05:54.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i think i am crazy. saya mempunyai masalah jiwa. tekanan. saya tak boleh orang buat saya mcm tu. if saya buat salah, say it nicely. tak perlu treat saya macam tu, tak perlu perli. saya tak tahan. well done! tu je yang mampu saya cakap kepada orang yang buat saya tak okay sekarang. if you want to see me suffer, you did it, very well! i have problems in handling things yang membabitkan emosi. kawan2, saya pernah sound korang ke bila korang buat salah? pernah ke saya pulau korang? kalau pernah, saya mintak maaf. now i know how does it feel..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ya Allah, ampunilah segala dosa2ku.. berilah aku petunjuk dan hidayah. aku sesat dalam duniaku sendiri. hilangkan lah kekusutan di dalam hatiku ini. aku benar2 lemah.........."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;thank you guys for being there. i'm such a drama queen kan? i know that. hmmm.. van houten chocolate would be the best theraphy now. maybe cornetto. maybe 36hours direct sleep. no, not them. sepasang telekung dan al-quran yang terbaik... 13hari? =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*manusia berpegang pada janji..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;please bring sunshine to my life..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;selalunya saya emosi..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-7610211697552284713?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/7610211697552284713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7610211697552284713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7610211697552284713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/down.html' title='down.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-7045968155678096781</id><published>2009-09-09T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:11:20.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it bother me much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;banyak betul benda terjadi lately. worst part is when people's assumption override the truth. i hate when its happening. you people do not know what's  exactly the full stories, i mean the truth. tapi you people act and said things seolah2 you're the one yang melalui apa yang i lalui. making assumptions based on what? facebook? damn. outside facebook tu korang tahu ke apa sebenarnya yang terjadi? segala cerita tersirat, do you people know about that? i don't think so! spreading rumous, lodge a report. this is too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm having a long distance relationship. it is hard for me okay. i do not have boyfriend who can simply be by my side within seconds. i cannot do face to face explaination. i cannot touch him. i cannot do so many things. even when i'm crying, he's not there to wipe the tears. but we still survive. i don't mind about it even a little. tapi bila orang dah mula bersuara, i must say that i'm mad. 1 rumous yang korang buat, boleh buat hilang trust. bila hilang trust, what's the point of a relationship?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i live suck in melaka. like i said, i do not have gang like in arau. now i'm making friends with debaters. is it wrong? do you know who are these people? do you know what we've talked about? i don't think so. please, stop making an assumption kalau korang just nak cakap melalui comment2 dekat facebook tu. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DO NOT HAVE AN AFFAIR, DO NOT HAVE AN EXTRA BOYFRIEND, DO NOT HAVE SPARE PART HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. what ever the comment said at facebook, its only some kind of bahan yang kitorang buat for fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sayang, i'm so sorry putting you in this shit situation. i know you're upset. i'm sorry. sebak nak explain benda macam ni dalam keadaan sekarang. i wish we could meet now. you should know how i make friends. kita pernah hadapi benda mcm ni. tapi kamu tahu kan siapa saya sebenarnya. walau apa pun, kamu tetap di hati saya. tak mungkin ada orang lain dapat menggantikan tempat kamu di hati ni. mungkin ada sorang, Justin Timberlake. tapi tak mungkinlah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;do call me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i miss u..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-7045968155678096781?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/7045968155678096781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-bother-me-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7045968155678096781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7045968155678096781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-bother-me-much.html' title='it bother me much.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-7972034164341004468</id><published>2009-09-06T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:56:16.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear syg..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;syg, sya rindu..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i really need you now..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm not okay..=(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kamu tahu apa yang patut kamu buat, kan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stay here, please..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-7972034164341004468?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/7972034164341004468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-syg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7972034164341004468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7972034164341004468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-syg.html' title='dear syg..'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1738626295483514048</id><published>2009-09-04T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:55:24.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>posting nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;merujuk kepada tajuk di atas, saya tidak menulis apa2 point di sini ya kawan2. tak perlu baca ayat seterusnya kerana pointless. saya akan taip apa yang saya rasa sekarang. semuanya rubbish. jadi tak perlulah anda baca entry ni ya. kalau baca, sila jangan baca kuat2 sampai 1 kelas boleh dengar. ataupun jangan mengajak orang lain baca bersama anda. blog saya bukan komik. bila baca, jangan gelak depan saya. saya tak buat lawak. memang ni cara saya menulis blog. juga tak perlu bagitahu semua orang yang saya ada blog. tak perlu advertise url ni. it just for fun. you know who you are (add, omar, noel). bila terjumpa, jangan bahan saya..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;baru introduction dah panjang tu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hmm.. saya kurang berkomunikasi sekarang ni. dengan semua orang ye. benda tu buat otak ni sakit sikit. saya close dengan cha, housemate yang mempunyai nama sama dengan saya. sekarang ni dia jatuh sakit. demam teruk. dia nak cakap pun tak larat. hari ni je, suhu dia dah 39'C. tinggi kan? pagi petang siang dan malam saya adalah bersama dia. semua cerita dengan dia je. tak pun amelia. amy tak tinggal serumah atau pun sekelas dengan saya. so kami hanya bercakap ketika di KBM je. bila di rumah, saya tiada siapa2. cha perlu banyak berehat. jadi saya faham.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;selama seminggu ni, mulut saya jarang bercakap. saya nak bercakap. tapi semua orang tak nak bercakap dengan saya. kesian kan? eee susah betul nak control perasaan membuak2 nak bercakap ni. saya kurang berminat untuk chatting. susah nak tengok saya chatting dengan orang. lucky you if i'm chatting with you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;disebabkan saya dah terlampau desperate nak bercakap, tapi tak boleh, akan adalah entry di blog ni tiap2 hari. ni pun dah cuba kawal tahu tak. ikutkan hati, dari celik mata, sampai tutup mata, nak taip blog je.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;mesti anda semua tertanya2, di manakah kawan2 saya? entah. saya pun tak tahu. saya ada ramai kawan. masalah saya sekarang ialah, saya tak bercakap semua benda pada orang. dengan orang ni saya akan bercakap topik lain, orang lain, lain topik pulak. sekarang ni saya dah sampai tahap di mana saya tak tahu nak cakap apa dengan semua orang. cha, cepatlah sembuh. sumpah jiwa aku merana takda orang nak dengar bebelan aku. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;anda juga pasti bertanya, di manakah my guy? my guy ada. tak pergi mana2 pun. ada je kat Perlis tu belajar. saya nak bercerita tentang kawan2 saya kat Melaka yang sorang pun dia tak kenal. so susah sikit nak bercerita tentang hal macam ni pada dia. nanti respon yang diperolehi amat mengecewakan. haha. sorry sayang. speaking of my guy, sudah hampir 1 bulan dah tak jumpa. lamanya! sayang, datanglah buat suprise visit. datang bawak tiket Air Supply. *hint tu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hmm, nak cerita apa lagi ek? oh, kelas ethic batal pulak. bayangkanlah, di hari Jumaat bersama mood malas, ada 1 je kelas. iaitu kelas ethic pukul 230 petang. saya datang awal tadi, pukul 12 dah sampai sebab nak belajar far dengan tipah. bersemangat gila. patut jumpa tipah pukul 9. nasib baik hujan. hehe. gosok baju, pakai tudung, bawak buku banyak2 (saya kan suka bawak barang banyak pergi mana pun) then naik taxi pergi KBM. effort tu. lepas je belajar far, masuklah kelas. tepat pukul 230...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hajar : assalamualaikum kawan2..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;mata semua sedang tertumpu dekat hajar dalam kelas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hajar : puan message cakap kelas batal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;fasya : ha? (buat muka)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hmmm, kalaulah message tu dihantar awal, kan elok. tak payah membazir baju kurung yang dipakai 2 jam tu je. last2 balik. azza hantar sebab dia baik hati. hehe. terima kasih azza. =)) oh, terima kasih juga pada tipah kerana ajar far tadi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;saya ni memang pemalas tahap dewa apa ntah. selama 3 semester, saya mmg tak buat homework. tak pernah belajar. lost. fade up belajar. tiap2 sem akan menangis mengenangkan nasib diri yang pemalas ni.bukan tak cuba nak ubah. cuba. tapi kalah di tangan sendiri. sebab tu saya perlukan kawan yang baik2 untuk membimbing dan mengajar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i admit i'm gifted. saya sangat bersyukur. saya tak buat homework, tak pergi kelas. main2 lagi masa belajar. saya tido lagi banyak dari semua orang. sejak diploma macam tu. tapi saya still score. pernah jugak dapat DL (dip la). masih lagi 3 pointer walaupun perangai subhanallah. orang lain belajar, buat homework, past year tu siap dah hafal awal2 sem. tapi outcome..? saya percaya pada rezeki Allah. saya tahu Allah sayangkan saya. Dia bagi banyak masa untuk saya berubah menjadi rajin sikit. tapi bukan mudah melawan nafsu. saya tahu saya sedang diuji dengan cara ini. Dia tahu apa yang saya rasa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;dulu masa diploma, saya belajar dengan my guy. my guy ni rajin sikit. dia concern tentang pelajaran dia. especially masa nak final. i never care about my study. dia selalu marah. selalu ajak saya pergi library, minta saya ajar dia. saya ni pemalas gila nak keluar bilik. Arau tu panas terik. tengah hari buta, matahari dia, WOW! berair mata beb. saya selalu tido. selau dapat call mcm ni bila dah nak final..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;syg : assalamualaikum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dia suka bagi salam)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sya : waalaikumsalam wbt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;syg : sya, jom study.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sya : study?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sambil buat muka malas gila-mmg tak mahu pergi pun)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;syg : a'a. jomlah. ajar orang subjek ni, orang tak faham.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sya : hmm? alaaa.. malaslah.. sya tengah tido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(time tu biasa pukul 11am-saya dah bangun,siap mandi. selalu tido balik.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;syg : jomlah sya. siapa nak ajar orang? orang tak faham ni..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sya : ala, lewat sikit boleh? ngantuk lagilah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;syg : &lt;strong&gt;takpelah&lt;/strong&gt;, orang pergi library sorang2 je.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(keluar je perkataan &lt;strong&gt;takpelah,&lt;/strong&gt; i know yang dia merajuk. tak sampai hati dah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sya : yelah2.. tunggu kejap. bagi sya setengah jam. nak siap2 dulu. nanti belanja makan ye?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;syg : hehe. okay. terima kasih sya..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sya : sama2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(time ni tido balik 15min dan mesti lewat jumpa dia. haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sorry sayang, i am a horrible gf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;jadi bila dah pergi library, mestilah kena belajar walaupun tiada mood. begitulah cara saya belajar di Arau. kalau ada orang ajak belajar, baru saya belajar. kalau tak, mimpi sahaja. pemalas kan? damn i hate my attitude. sekarang ni saya amat perlukan orang yang boleh bagi buat saya belajar. i hate kena depend on people. i cant do it on my own. i've tried. banyak kali. tapi gagal. tutor is needed! upah, tak ada. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;see, habis satu jam setengah menulis blog. well done! kan saya dah kata, tak perlu baca sampai sini. buang masa je. i'm just talking rubbish. sesiapa yang sudi membaca, terima kasihlah sebab berminat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-1738626295483514048?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1738626295483514048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/posting-nothing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1738626295483514048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1738626295483514048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/posting-nothing.html' title='posting nothing.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1779729815449472344</id><published>2009-09-03T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:29:12.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm totally insane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i hate internet. i really hate it. sumpah benci. sumpah tak suka. sumpah rasa macam nak marah. i can't control my addiction towards online. ya allah. masuk rumah, bukak pintu, buka kasut, on laptop. dah salin baju semua, duduk depan lappy sampai penat. selagi tiada benda nak buat, selagi tulah saya akan duduk kat sini. eee, tak boleh lawan nafsu ni. geram betul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;marah dengan diri sendiri.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;marah. marah. marah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-1779729815449472344?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1779729815449472344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-totally-insane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1779729815449472344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1779729815449472344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-totally-insane.html' title='i&apos;m totally insane.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-4089342332958207838</id><published>2009-09-01T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:05:11.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bawaku ke sana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4th October 2009 ni, Air Supply akan datang buat concert lagi di Malaysia. Again, dekat Arena of Stars Genting Highland. nak pergi.. teringin sangat. i love Air Supply. All out of love, goodbye dan Making love out of nothing at all would be my all time favourite songs. saya nak pergi. nak. nak. eee sukanya kalau dapat pergi! sayang, teman sya boleh? *mengaharap ni. bayangkan sya tengah buat muka yang paling cute. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;baru sedar yang 5th sept ni Michael Learns To Rock datang sini. iskh2. sudah tentulah tak dapat pergi kan. hujan2 macam ni nak naik Genting? over my dead body. ibu takkan benarkan. setititk hujan turun di KL, bermakna impian tidak akan menjadi kenyataan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;kadang2 saya rasa diri ni macam orang tua. minat lagu semua yang lama2. but who cares. semua orang berhak buat apa yang dia nak buat, berhak nak minat apa yang dia nak. kan? tapi kadang2 tu malu jugak, yelah orang lain dah dengar lagu baru kat radio sejak 3 bulan yang lepas. dan saya baru dengar hari ni. pastu dengan confidence cakap, eh lagu baru ek? hmm..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;okay, cukuplah pasal muzik tua tu. weekend yang lepas adalah hari yang menyeksakan. demam teruk sejak sabtu dan hampir berakhir sekarang. syukur hanya demam. i had the worst headache ever. letak tangan atas kepala pun dah rasa macam nak nangis. kasihan orang yang ada brain tumor or migrain or apa2 yang seangkatan dengan penyakit yang melibatkan kepala ni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sampai sekarang, selera makan masih tak okay. pagi tadi mandi dan tersedar yang tulang pelvis saya timbul. perut tak nampak. haha. sukanya. bukan senang nak kurus macam ni. lupa pulak nak timbang berapa berat up to today. tapi kenapa pipi saya tak berkurang walaupun sedikit? hmm.. saya masih loya. blerk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh tadi pergi klinik uitm, boleh dia kata doktor tiada. pergi shah alam. apalah! then pergi peringgit. tahniah badan kerajaan! akhirnya anda ada 1 badan yang bagus dalam memberi servis kepada rakyat. cepat sgt. bagus2!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm suppose to have a crg test tonight. maaf, saya tak larat. mc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;esok harap2 dah okay sepenuhnya. dah jauh ketinggalan ni. =( esok ada 2 kuiz arab.wooo.. ='(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;tiada perasaanlah sekarang ni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-4089342332958207838?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/4089342332958207838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/bawaku-ke-sana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/4089342332958207838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/4089342332958207838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/09/bawaku-ke-sana.html' title='bawaku ke sana.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-2785857940263188185</id><published>2009-08-30T09:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:31:57.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pagi ahad yang tak berapa nak indah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, its sunday morning. awal-awal dah mengadap laptop. home alone sejak semalam, dan akan home alone sampai lah esok. boring nya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedang melayan 3 doors down, here by me. hujan pun baru berhenti. sejuk! kipas pun tak boleh nak pasang. siap pakai sweater lagi. terlampau sejuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya demam. sakit otak. macam ada batu bata. tapi bila suruh online, laju je. hikhik. please go away pain. demam adalah waktu yang paling lemah. kalau ibu call sekarang, mesti i nangis. i demam tak lama. tapi sesiapa yang care i bila i demam, dialah yang akan i sayang sangat. i still remember wiyah jaga i masa i demam time diploma. i came to her room with my blue sleeping bag, sleep beside her. bila ibu call, i pun menangis. and she was there, jaga sampailah i tertido. i miss u friend. dulu kita rapat sangat. what happen to us..? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esok adalah hari kemerdekaan malaysia yang ke 52. pertama kali dalam sejarah, i tak kibarkan bendera. i'm sorry malaysia. i'll make it up to you next year. i promise. i'll go to dataran merdeka on next year 31st august morning like i used to do before. uniknya merdeka tahun ni ialah jatuh pada bulan ramadhan. tahun depan jatuh pada hari apa eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. anggaplah i'm talking to u ya blog. i tiada kawan untuk bercakap. dekat facebook pun tiada siapa yang tinggalkan comment. so, no talking pagi ni. kang cakap sorang2 pelik pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qosgQOw6qQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qosgQOw6qQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u michael.  u're always there when i'm not okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*sila tengok cerita the wedding date. awww... cerita ni adalah top list dekat my favourite romantic movies. saya pengumpul cerita2 romantic. sweet kan? hikhik.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;someone, talk to me please...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-2785857940263188185?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/2785857940263188185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/08/pagi-ahad-yang-tak-berapa-nak-indah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2785857940263188185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/2785857940263188185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/08/pagi-ahad-yang-tak-berapa-nak-indah.html' title='pagi ahad yang tak berapa nak indah.'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-435379347431147513</id><published>2009-08-29T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:32:35.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiada tajuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'll be having a test in a few hours and a 40% bel presentation at 2pm. its going to be a torture day for me. i hate this pressure. i hate learning now, but i love being a student. macam mana ni? sebab tulah degree ni tak dapat perform. main banyak. tido banyak. rasanya macam tak pernah buat homework je semester ni. owh, apa yang aku dah buat ni?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;kalau time diploma, ada orang jaga. buat benda yang tak okay, terus dapat teguran. at least taklah jauh terpesong. bila degree, i'm alone. all by myself. kenapalah i choose Melaka? hmmm..? Arau dah perfect for me. come on Sya, stop blaming others for your own mistakes. sendiri buat, sendirilah tanggung dear..=l&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sya.. oh i love this name. out of 13 letters in my name, 3 huruf nilah yang paling i suka orang panggil especially my guy. lemah hati kalau someone panggil me with Sya..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;this week cuti sampai Monday. i guess i'm not going home this weekend.=( baju raya tak beli pun lagi. tema, merah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hmm,tiada mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;good luck sya..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-1852930670230881889</id><published>2009-08-27T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:34:06.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(~.~)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;owh... minggu ni amatlah memenatkan. berita demi berita, peristiwa demi peristiwa. interview was not ok. tapi tak apalah. malas nak cerita panjang2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ada orang panggil saya drama queen. hehe. memang pun. saya sensitif. amat. 1 nada suara yang tinggi mampu memecahkan kolam air di mata. jika di ignore, 1 hari hilang mood. sedih, menangis. marah, menangis juga. tension lagilah. hmmm..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;saya dah malas gila nak belajar ni. tido, online, pergi kelas. homework tak buat. pergi kelas, berangan. degree adalah zaman kejatuhan untuk fasya. wheeee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;penatlah, nak tido sudah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-1852930670230881889?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/1852930670230881889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1852930670230881889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/1852930670230881889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='(~.~)'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-7938990421339122770</id><published>2009-08-21T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:16:35.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boleh tak jangan buat tak tahu!</title><content type='html'>saya marah. damn it. rakyat Malaysia dengan Menteri-menteri dia ni nak tunggu sampai bila baru nak prevent H1N1 ni??? bodoh. ha, amik! tahu tak yang virus tu virus baru. manusia tak imun pada dia lagi. vaksin pulak tengah di buat. ingat vaksin tu dah confirm2 dapat menyelamatkan umat manusia dari virus ni 100% ke???? even kalau dah siap, dah perfect dah pun vaksin tu, ingat boleh dapat semalaman ke? ingat Malaysia sorang je yang order vaksin tu? negara lain tak beli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa lah salahnya pakai mask bila keluar. tak salah pun kalau beli Dettol sanitizer yang boleh bunuh kuman 99.99% without using water. tak salah kan? tak sampai RM10 pun 2 benda ni. memang takde guarantee cakap kalau pakai 2 benda ni 100% tak kena jangkitan. but at least daapt kurangkan risiko kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lagi manusia jenis pengotor nak mampus. wei, boleh tak kalau ko nak batuk, ko tutup mulut guna tangan? tak pun guna tisu. pastu buang elok2. pastu cuci tangan. boleh tak consider orang lain jugak? musim penyakit macam ni, tolonglah jangan nak pentingkan diri. dahla dalam lif, bersempit2 kat situ pastu suka2 hati ko je nak batuk, nak bersin tak tutup mulut kan! dahla pelajar U. tapi bodoh. pentingkan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop menyebarkan virus ni boleh tak?? beretika sikit kalau nak batuk dengan bersin. berlambak risalah kerajaan dah print, tampal merata2. pergilah baca kalau dah tahu ko tu tak update. eeee... tolonglah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu kerajaan. sibuk bergadoh. sibuk nak pilihan raya. sibuk nak cari publisiti murahan korang tu. rakyat yang 27 juta ni berisiko nak mati free korang sedar tak? aku bayar tax bukan untuk korang membazir, tapi bila time macam ni, korang buatlah kerja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korang semua nak tunggu sampai kematian mencecah 1000 baru nak sedar yang virus ni bahaya? ke nak tunggu bila Malaysia dah dapat ranking no 1 dunia yang paling banyak mati sebab H1N1? korang tunggu tu ke? ke korang ingat korang tu kebal nak mampus sampai virus tengok korang pun lari? ha? cube jawab kenapa korang tak prevent H1N1 ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memang aku emo. kasar. aku tahu. aku mintak maaf. tapi tolong, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOP TAKING THINGS FOR GRANTED!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-7938990421339122770?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/7938990421339122770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/08/boleh-tak-jangan-buat-tak-tahu.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7938990421339122770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/7938990421339122770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/08/boleh-tak-jangan-buat-tak-tahu.html' title='Boleh tak jangan buat tak tahu!'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-6132271048529371152</id><published>2009-08-01T09:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:50:40.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy but sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last 3 days is heaven for me.. After 6 months tak jumpa, he came to KL. Perasaan tu best sangat. Berbunga-bunga tak boleh blah. Fly. Fly. He.. He arrive at KL around 6am on Wednesday morning. Hujan pagi tu. So I keluar rumah lambat. 830am barulah bersua muka. Jumpa kat tempat biasa, KL Sentral. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we went here and there, spent that moment efficiently. Suppose pergi Genting, tapi x jadi since kawan2 semua sibuk. Pergi berdua mcm kurang best. So, sancel je. Dia patut balik hari Jumaat, but postpone to this morning. Kami tak jumpa pun after tgk movie semalam. Land of the Lost adalah cerita yang bodoh. Memang bodoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Masa dah nak balik tu, dalam LRT i dah sebak. Nangis sikit2. Tahan je. Malula orang tengok. Bila dia dah naik cab, hujan pun turun di pipi. 3 hari takkan dapat cover 6 bulan tu. Long distance relationship banyak sgt cabaran. I wish masa cepat berjalan so that we both can start work and get married so that i don't have to be jauh2 mcm ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next week mungkin, i'll go to Arau. I just miss the journey and the foods. Will see him for the last time before we both practical. Time tu lagilah tak dapat jumpa. wooo.. wooo... mungkin kali ni lagi lama. 6 to 8 months. hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Total money spent for these 3 days is...? unrevealed. damn, i'm broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*pic semua di fb. lepas ni i malas dah nak taip blog. semua thru fb. ok, i need to get ready. heading to Malacca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8619805431810530288-6132271048529371152?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/6132271048529371152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-but-sad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6132271048529371152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/6132271048529371152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-but-sad.html' title='Happy but sad'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619805431810530288.post-5165117026145143208</id><published>2009-07-25T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:33:41.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah2.. Again, malas update. Busy. I have lots of things to share, but the mood to write is just not here yet. I online 8 hours a day. My palm dah ada tanda. Its like a tatto showing that I over use the mouse. Surt here, surf there. Blog? Abandoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm up to something now. That's why I'm busy. Homeworks. Practical. Going to classes. Its quite boring. But I like it. Being a student is the best. Next year I'll graduate. I'm gonna miss each moments that I spent as a student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, here's a little update. I think I'm fat now. My stomach is not flat anymore. Sob sob. Lack of exercise. Hmm, never mind.. Being pretty is not everything kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What else? I miss my bf. Baru kejap tadi gado. Wa.. I'm gonna see him next week. So, I'm booked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, my lunch for the last 3 weeks is yong tau foo. Monday to Friday. Every single day I eat it. Sebab tu ke my stomach getting bigger? Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, I'm done. Facebook is waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-end-&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/8619805431810530288-5165117026145143208?l=themomentsishared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/feeds/5165117026145143208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5165117026145143208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8619805431810530288/posts/default/5165117026145143208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themomentsishared.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>A N F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03850783289017425393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkXJWdBlsZg/Sp06CrYO8fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/x8hheI3dSE8/S220/5733_1099217876878_1119571380_30288581_7934034_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
