<?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-2831626882038025371</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:27:53.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sukahati sayelah~</title><subtitle type='html'>I blog a LOT.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-4348586288377024677</id><published>2012-02-08T18:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T19:27:53.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Hey can you help me with this?&lt;br /&gt;B: No.&lt;br /&gt;A: That's so rude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;f such little things like this are considered rude, wouldn't it be extremely rude for us to disobey Allah while Allah had given us so many things to be grateful of? Astaghfirullah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-4348586288377024677?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4348586288377024677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4348586288377024677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/reminder-1.html' title='Reminder #1'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-9100008617739856718</id><published>2012-01-28T22:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T20:04:42.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED MONSTER EYES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_7--dlny7U/TyQKI_kkPjI/AAAAAAAAB-M/TJQX95nKmS8/s1600/P1060893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_7--dlny7U/TyQKI_kkPjI/AAAAAAAAB-M/TJQX95nKmS8/s800/P1060893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702694177777925682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey, Assalamualaikum! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;            Y&lt;/span&gt;eah, so I don't know what happened but this morning but I woke up with red right eye and slightly red left eye. Literally, they were like monster's eyes. And when I went to school, everyone was like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Haziqah, apesal mata awak?" &lt;/span&gt;Since yesterday, my left eye was like kinda red, normal and red and normal and then red and it went normal before I went to school so, I assumed today, the same thing happened with my right eye. But then, I went to the mall and I looked in the mirror for the first time since I left for school and dammmmn, it was red.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; RED RED RED&lt;/span&gt;. And all this while at school, I thought my right eye was normal and was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly &lt;/span&gt;red but it wasn't - no wonder people kept asking me whether my eye was okay -.- And it's still not becoming normal until now. It's becoming pink but not white. Ish, I look like a half monster, half human. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, school was fun today. The gotong royong was kinda fun and we walked back to Syamimi's and cycled around her neighborhood. Yeah, it was superb :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-9100008617739856718?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/9100008617739856718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/9100008617739856718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/red-monster-eyes.html' title='RED MONSTER EYES.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_7--dlny7U/TyQKI_kkPjI/AAAAAAAAB-M/TJQX95nKmS8/s72-c/P1060893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-653437359174107714</id><published>2012-01-27T17:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T18:55:46.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post consist lots of 'LOL', lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Assalamualaikum! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mak oi, besar gila tulisan :O heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BEocKVtFfC4/TyKBc60_IwI/AAAAAAAAB-A/kthYq8ChY2s/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 451px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BEocKVtFfC4/TyKBc60_IwI/AAAAAAAAB-A/kthYq8ChY2s/s800/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702262412032287490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HEHEHEHEHEH, I made this earlier. I didn't even use that pen-like mouse or anything,&lt;br /&gt;I just used the touch keypad on my laptop. I know it's ugly, but okay lah for amateur like me, lol :P&lt;br /&gt;P/S:  Nabila, tengoklah anak didikan awak yang hebat ini, hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this may be really late, but I just wanna say&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Xin Nian Kuai Le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year &lt;/span&gt;or whichever language it is that you speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;to all those celebrating Chinese New Year &lt;/span&gt;out there :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Heheeh, and sorry for the late wishes, hihih :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;holiday? I went up to Genting with my family! It was so cold, and the view was spectacular from our apartment! Yup, I am so jakon ~(-_-&lt;cite&gt;)~ &lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've never been there! Hehehe. Eh, no, I think I did, when I was a baby or so, but mehh, of course I can't remember it!  But no, this ain't the post for it. I'll be posting one this weekend, insyaAllah .... if I'm not sick anymore. Yes, I'm sick, wuuuu, I've had the fever from the night before we went home from Genting. Every time I travel to somewhere cold, I'll always get a fever or something. I'm so lame :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my fever, I was absent from school yesterday. Weehoo! I didn't even have to pack my books because the last day I went to school was the Friday before the holiday, lulz. I know, some of you are like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Eh engkau sekolah pehal?"&lt;/span&gt; e.O Ye, I know some school cuti seminggu. Cis, nak pindah sekolah lah camni ! Lol, my school took 3 days off je, and so we had 5 days of holiday je lah u_u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But school was fun today, eventhough Nabila didn't attend, sob sob&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cis Nabila revenge ke ape ni tk nak datang sekolah -_- &lt;/span&gt;I don't know if it's my fever that making me weird or something but I was in such a good mood today, huuhuh. Oh, and before Science, our class was making a lot of noise, I mean the boys were going in the class next door and the girls were chatting, very.noisy. And then Cikgu Fauzi came and was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh kamu kena pergi Lab kan? Okay cikgu kira sampai 5, kamu dah kemas turun! Satu..."&lt;/span&gt; I shot my head an looked at the sight of my table, oh shoot - I was using Nabila's and my table and both of them were scattered with my stuffs. So, I was like whatever, tak sempat pun, mati lah aku cenggini, lol because cikgu wasn't even furious, he was counting and smiling and having fun seeing us all panicking, hahahah. And when Cikgu Fauzi said 4 everyone was running outside the class with their bags and I was still there and cikgu was like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "4 suku, 4 setengah, liiiiiim..." &lt;/span&gt;Ooo oh. And then right after I finished packing, cikgu said LIMA! I was like phew, then I look back, hek eleh, I was the only one in class, semua dah lari keluar, hahah. Syamiera was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Awak, ada tak barang kita tertinggal?! Beg kita zip tak?" &lt;/span&gt;I didn't even finished packing, I just hold on to the things and carry it to to the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And my Science teacher was telling us if she was elected to be the Menteri Pelajaran, sekolah jadi : 2 minggu sekolah, 2 minggus cuti, 2 minggus sekolah and repeat. Lol, but no cuti akhir tahun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jadi, undilah cikgu!"&lt;/span&gt; she said. HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and tomorrow, there's this gotong-royong! Idk man, I'm just excited for it! Hish, but I'm still having headache :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvmnd, till next time, bye xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-653437359174107714?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/653437359174107714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/653437359174107714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-post-consist-lots-of-lol-lol.html' title='This post consist lots of &apos;LOL&apos;, lol.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BEocKVtFfC4/TyKBc60_IwI/AAAAAAAAB-A/kthYq8ChY2s/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-3540822221822566436</id><published>2012-01-13T20:10:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T20:06:51.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2 of 2012.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*sorry for any misspellings or grammatical error, I was in a hurry, lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;m!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wazzupp people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week has been tiring and I haven't got enough energy to blog till the end of this week. You know, this year, I don't know why, but it feels super tiring. I mean, right after I got home, I feel so worn out, as if I've been running the whole day, which is ironic because I haven't done any exercises at all this week excluding walking up and down the stairs to class and playing badminton in P.E class. Maybe that's the prob, my class is so high above, I get asthma when I finally got to class, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the late-to-class girl is back! I've been arriving late at school 3 days in a row and what's worse is that this year, with the new Principal, I actually have to fill in the penalty forms and guess what? I've already got 6 points! 4 more points and I'll get a warning letter, boohoo. I actually had imagined the teachers screaming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Strike 3!.. and you're out!" &lt;/span&gt;when I arrived late for the 3rd time, lol that'll be cool. But it didn't happened :( Instead I came, filled in my penalty form and went to class. Oh and I met my from 2 teacher, Pn. Ain, she was the only teacher there who knows me so she was like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Haziqah, macam mana ni? Dah lambat 3 kali, kalau lagi 2 dapat surat amaran. 25 kali dah kena buang sekolah!" &lt;/span&gt;And she said it in a concern tone, rather than the lecturing, furious kind of tone. And I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"EHEHEH, Saya pun tak tau lah cikgu"&lt;/span&gt; My sis and I had been careless about the time lately, so we always leave home at 7:17 or something and BAM I got penalty points! I am actually scared if I got warning letters and get kicked out, where the heck am I gonna be studying at? Home-school? That'd be great - I won't be late anymore! LOL NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I got sent to counseling today! Lol, not because I did something wrong, but because I got bad grades last year. Yeah, new school thing - bad grades and off to counseling you go! So, before I got sent to the counseling room, Nabila, Syafiqah and Khaliqah were called first. So, because Nabila and Syafiqah were gone, Syamimi and I chatted. I asked her to be my love guru, lol and for some jokes, we were laughing till I got teary eyes. And even when we looked at the map, I don't know why but we laughed at everything. And then the teacher called our name and Syamimi, Alawi and I had to go. They pick a trio to go at a time. So off we went, Syamimi and I was relieved that we had been called together and otw there we laughed a little, and I thought there were nothing funny to laugh at anymore, so went in the counseling room and the teacher told us to went into a room and we waited for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The &lt;del&gt;Counseling&lt;/del&gt; Laughing Session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QzbS1nsm1ls/TxA6c6OfSHI/AAAAAAAAB9o/EFa6FG47BCs/s1600/P1060318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 634px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QzbS1nsm1ls/TxA6c6OfSHI/AAAAAAAAB9o/EFa6FG47BCs/s800/P1060318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697117796964452466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;with the girl as weird as I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The room was so quite and without any reason, I started giggling and I burst into a laugh. I can't help it, I was still remembering the laugh I had and the jokes from the class. And I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Weh, HAHAHAH, Syamimi HEHEH, camana hahaha aku nak kaunseling ni?! HAHAHHA" &lt;/span&gt;And suddenly she asked me to be quiet and I saw the teacher came in so I tried to stop, and it stopped but the giggling wasn't stopping. The teacher, Cikgu Suzana was smiling and like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kenapa, ape yang kelakar?" &lt;/span&gt;and I shook my head, saying nothing. The counseling session went on, and over the  few questions and answers I was really calm, nothing was funny. Then, I saw Alawi biting his sleeve, which I thought was rather weird and I burst again into one of those unstoppable laugh. Surprisingly, Syamimi can't help it too, and she joined me and laughed like hell. I could see the curiosity of Cikgu Suzana  since she was asking "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa ni, ada apa?"&lt;/span&gt; to Alawi. Alawi knew nothing so he was like  WTH IS WRONG WITH THESE GIRLS. They were giggling too but they were looking at us like we were lunatics, and for a second there, I really thought we were - we can't stop laughing. Then, I controlled my laugh and answered&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Takde pape cikgu, takde kena mengena dengan cikgu tapi HAHAHAH" &lt;/span&gt;and it went on again and again. I wanted to stop laughing, even Syamimi was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Weh, dah ahhaha lah stop ahhah"&lt;/span&gt; I don't know, we were like high or on laughing gas or something. Everything trigger us and BAM we laughed again. Even looking at each others expressions made us laugh. Thank God the teacher was really nice - she said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Takpe, takpe, habis kan gelak dulu" &lt;/span&gt;lol. At last, we stopped. The rest of the counseling were really hard, since I have to focus on what the teacher was saying yet I still have to bite my lips and distract myself so I would not laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, I think the teacher shouldn't ask Syamimi and I to go to counseling together, because when we look at each other, we burst into laughter. Then again, if Syamimi hadn't been there, laughing with me, instead there was another classmate of mine, just imagined if I burst into laughter? I would be looking like and emotionally unstable psycho girl laughing and crying in a counseling session. Now, that's bad, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went out from counseling, it wasn't funny anymore but the thought of us embarrassing ourselves in today's counseling session really made me giggle. Lol, we are so weird. And I went back to Syamimi's house with Syafiqah. We lay down  under the fan and I was taking pictures with weird faces and then we burst into laughter again. It was back.. the laughing gas, dammmnn. And we laughed for over half an hour. Everything was funny again and we made weird faces to the camera and got hyper and act in a slow-mo movie, lol kay I know this doesn't sound funny, but if you guys were there, you would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;stop laughing, I guarantee that, hahah. I am seriously clueless about this, did someone put drugs in our drinks? Or are they spraying laughing gas around the neighborhood? LOL, I was literally out of breath, so lastly we got tired and Syamimi took a nap while Syafiqah and I  just lay there quietly, exhausted because there was no energy left to laugh anymore, lol. And  my sis called, so I had to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The minute I got into the car, that's when I realized, I was gonna be sick. My head was spinning, my body was aching and I feel like vomiting. That's what happened when you laugh your ass off for hours. When you're laughing, you can't feel the pain, you're stuck in time and you aren't aware of anything anymore. It's like drugs, only more fun! *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BajetTauWhatDrugsFeelsLikeHahahah&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week has been tiring and the laughing gave me headache and back pain. Lol, I am such an old lady, hahaha. So, now, I need to sleep, tomorrow's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;day! Gotta go then, bye :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;P/s: There's too much haha's in this post, lol, sorry :P&lt;/span&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/2831626882038025371-3540822221822566436?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3540822221822566436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3540822221822566436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/week-2-of-2012.html' title='Week 2 of 2012.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QzbS1nsm1ls/TxA6c6OfSHI/AAAAAAAAB9o/EFa6FG47BCs/s72-c/P1060318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-2890658850654281547</id><published>2012-01-04T15:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:47:13.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely unexciting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhYqr4bODI/TwQEftvQ3mI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/2UD2ErUXYYY/s1600/DSCN0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhYqr4bODI/TwQEftvQ3mI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/2UD2ErUXYYY/s800/DSCN0699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693680771803438690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first day of school this year was not what you call exciting. I woke up late, due to my stupid dead phone and because of that my morning was chaotic. I was running here and there searching for my wrist watch and inner scarf. And to top that of, I had some severe stomach ache. My sister was honking outside the house, calling me to get in the car because it was already 7:10 and so as usual, I ended up at school at about 7:25. Just minutes before the gate closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was assembly so, here comes the new Principal! I haven't known the new Principal long enough to judge her, but I do miss the old Principal. I wish she didn;t have to retire. So, after the long minutes of sitting on the concrete floor listening to the teachers' speeches, we went to class. My class was on the third floor, the highest floor. So me and Nabila got to the class and I was terrified to sit in front since the teacher would see us if we did something wrong but we chose the front row seats after all because behind us were Syamimi, Syafiqah, Munirah and Syamiera, so yeah. And after recess, Nabila and I was literally out of breath from walking up flights of stairs to get to the class, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why is our class there?!&lt;/span&gt; Semput aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, may I say, the rest of the school was boring. Our classroom teacher, Teacher Maisarah came in and chose the monitor and the committee members. Shafi was the monitor and Jazmin was the assistant. Finally, a pair of reliable leaders! Woohoo. After Teacher Maisarah left, most of the subject teachers didn't even came in. We had Science, Math and Art class and that was pretty much it. The picture above isn't really true because I do think Math was interesting. We learned and oh the teacher was Puan Zainab. I love her since she's so nice and she teaches well, but she checks homework daily, so I'm kinda a dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of homework, we already had homework today, I didn't think we would have it this soon. So now I have to do my Math homework and I have to recopy my Art class's notes. Chow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-2890658850654281547?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2890658850654281547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2890658850654281547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/extremely-unexciting.html' title='Extremely unexciting.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhYqr4bODI/TwQEftvQ3mI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/2UD2ErUXYYY/s72-c/DSCN0699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-2828461785077101824</id><published>2012-01-03T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:33:56.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey begins jeng jeng jeng.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post title are always weird, aren't they? Well, that's because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; weird, lol. Now, before school starts, let's begin some babbling, shall we?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom kept telling me to go iron my school uniforms and pack my things and all, but I just feel too lazy to do anything. I guess my laziness from this holiday might not be over yet. Haih, now how would I get through my PMR year like this?! I'm doomed, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doomed&lt;/span&gt;, I tell you! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well maybe not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual my new year resolution is to: Study hard and not miss a single work. And I'm afraid I'll fail to accomplish it just like all of those previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I feel kinda excited for school to start. Yes, of course I'm excited to meet my friends, to have fun in class and all but I'm also excited to start studying. Call me a weirdo, but that's how I feel now. Although I feel like I'm gonna get lost every now and then due to my lack of revising, some part of me tells me I can do it. I just, I don't know, I sometimes believe that maybe that part is right. Maybe I can be more hardworking this year, maybe I can get good results, maybe I can be a different student than I was last year, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, this might be just like any other years. I may fail again. Lol, my words bukannye boleh percaya sangat. Every end of years I've say that, but every year I've been the same old girl who's pathetic, playful and doesn't take her studies seriously. The good news is, nothing excites me anymore on the Internet. Yeah, it may make me smile and laugh but I don't think I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;addicted &lt;/span&gt;to the Internet anymore. It's just boring, now. So yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I thought of studying all day, today but, it's just so hard to overcome my laziness, heheheh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, get ready for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, people! xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-2828461785077101824?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2828461785077101824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2828461785077101824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/journey-begins-jeng-jeng-jeng.html' title='The journey begins jeng jeng jeng.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-4808212591994406264</id><published>2012-01-01T20:43:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:50:57.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 felt like yesterday ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BvV0mbcjnU4/TwBVqrPPfTI/AAAAAAAAB84/zCN0gfeotbY/s1600/DSC0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 472px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BvV0mbcjnU4/TwBVqrPPfTI/AAAAAAAAB84/zCN0gfeotbY/s800/DSC0988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692644120645827890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(photo and editing by me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just did my school shopping yesterday, pretty late &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ave a great 2012 people, and may 2012 be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;bigger, memorable, happier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, insyaAllah:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;forgive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;any mistakes I've made, fights I've been in and hurtful comments I've said.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you guys the best of 2012 and good luck for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and pray for me too? Hihih, and also good luck to fellow Form 3 who's joining PMR battle with me. We're so dead this year, hahah.&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/2831626882038025371-4808212591994406264?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4808212591994406264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4808212591994406264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-felt-like-yesterday_01.html' title='2011 felt like yesterday ;)'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BvV0mbcjnU4/TwBVqrPPfTI/AAAAAAAAB84/zCN0gfeotbY/s72-c/DSC0988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-1359641313587240807</id><published>2011-12-31T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:07:07.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANGkok :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Fyi (so you don't get confused) : 100 Baht = RM10 and Bangkok time is one hour late than Malaysia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a * please refer to the bottom of the post for a description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,   yes, I've been missing for quite a while. I doubt there's anymore   readers, though, since I updated only once this holiday, so yeah.   Anyway, I went to Bangkok last last Friday :D It was so fun yet so   freaking tiring, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1- Terminal 21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At  8, from ze house, my bro sent us to KL Central and we took the bus to  LCCT.  Our plane left at about 12 and were expected to land at 2 but we  got  there early, 1:30 p.m or something. I sat between mom and dad, and  haih,  on the plane, I had to help dad fill in the arrival and departure  form  while my sis was happily reading her book at the other side of  the  plane. And when we landed, mom and dad were imitating the flight   attendants because she was speaking funny, hahah, I was whining, asking  them to stop teasing her, but its act really funny, hahah. Now, who's  the kid here? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tooked a cab assigned by the airport  people, and went to our hotel at Sukhumvit soi 8. Well, its actually a  Hotel Apart. which means it's like a apartment, heheh, jakon mood ON! So  we unpacked our stuff and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later  that evening, we walked  along the street where there were a bunch of  roadside stalls. You know,  the little souvenirs, t-shirts, toys and all.  And you know its hard to  find Halal food there, but then, when we came  to the corner of a  street there were this guy handing out pamphlets of a  restaurant and my  Dad was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh, tu restaurant halal!&lt;/span&gt;" and the guy was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alisya Restaurant, halal food, we got blablabla&lt;/span&gt;"  I guess he saw us wearing hijab  and thought we were interested. We  was, indeed. A halal restaurant  serving lambs in the middle of Bangkok?  I'm in! But we weren't hungry  then, so we took the pamphlet and  continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While  walking, of course, I looked left and  right at the stalls to see any  interesting stuff, and then WHAT THEE...  I saw a picture of a naked  model, a bunch of porn CDs and later on,  there were grown-ups "toys". WHAT THE HECK MAN. Ish, so every time I'm  looking here and there at the stalls and then there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;  kind of things, I have to look the other way. Sakit tengkuk aku tau  kena pusing cepat-cepat. Why whyyyy is that there?! Ew. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yhF4yfrSdTM/Tv15VPNSzdI/AAAAAAAAB24/D4nQf8wfJGU/s1600/DSCN0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yhF4yfrSdTM/Tv15VPNSzdI/AAAAAAAAB24/D4nQf8wfJGU/s400/DSCN0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691838909832678866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pretty cool picture for a cheap camera ey? hihih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And then, we went to &lt;span&gt;Terminal 21&lt;/span&gt;,   the dude at the hotel suggested us to go there, and he was a genius!  There  was this giant decorated Christmas tree! Terminal 21 is like a 10  times  cooler version of KLCC. There were great shops, mostly infamous  brands  but still so pretty! And then each floor have their own theme.  For  instance, one of the level's theme was London. There were London  phone booth, the London guard statue and the coolest thing is this :&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uDONS8ohc0/TvXpfUvvviI/AAAAAAAAB2U/6IoUW2XWuYc/s1600/DSCN0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uDONS8ohc0/TvXpfUvvviI/AAAAAAAAB2U/6IoUW2XWuYc/s400/DSCN0307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689710428606676514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, stalls in a London Bus :D &lt;/span&gt;asdfghjkl It's so pretty! Pretty &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;exciting.   I recommend you to go to this place - it's just super duper amusing!   And another thing I've noticed at Terminal 21 was that, everyone was   like so dressed up, so vintage looking yet so fashionable and to think i   was wearing my sister's cardigan with a t-shirt, makes me feel poor?  Lol, its just that even in KLCC, I could wear an old t-shirt and feel  fine, why am I feeling so insecure here ahhh help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving  on,  we bought 3 scarfs from this store, there were actually lots of  others  scarf stores but this one was just so pretty!....and expensive.  It  says &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Buy 3 @ 380 Baht&lt;/span&gt; and we were like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Oh 3 for RM38? Wow, that's so cheap!'&lt;/span&gt;   and so we picked the ones we wanted and then when we're about to pay  they said it's 1000+ Baht, ehh, kata 380 Baht?! And then she explains&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;in Thai slang of course; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh no no, miss, if you buy 3 you'll get each one for the price of 380 Baht"&lt;/span&gt;  Laaa, mati2 ingatkan murah, yelaah yelah.  So we bought it anyway since  we've literally turned the store upside  down when we were looking for  the perfect scarfs and the salesgirls were  really friendly and nice, so  yeah, heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e58D4RBhG9Q/Tv1-1BsD97I/AAAAAAAAB3E/9UT54mofQyg/s1600/DSCN0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e58D4RBhG9Q/Tv1-1BsD97I/AAAAAAAAB3E/9UT54mofQyg/s400/DSCN0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691844953517586354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, later, when it's already dark, we exited Terminal 21 and there were tons of people! You see, Bangkok's overhead bridge &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a.k.a&lt;/span&gt;  jejantas, were connected to each other and the skytrain  station, and  people were going back home from work, so yeah. We could  also see the  huge Christmas tree all lighted up. So we walked through  the jejantas  and entered Robinson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and I went to the Women's department  and there were sales signs everywhere, 10%, 50%, 70% what is thisss. We  scattered around and looked for something to buy, bad news ; the dress  was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay &lt;/span&gt;and the price, heh  it  doesn't matter how many percents they took off, it still ain't cheap   -.- There were all 1000 baht or something. Even the plain white singlet   that was matched with a jacket or something was 600 baht, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gurrrl who do you think you are selling that thing for that kind of price? &lt;/span&gt;Lol, so we went back empty-handed sobs sobs. Oh and we stopped at Alisya Restaurant to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2- Chatuchak Market!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, had instant food for breakfast - which we packed from home - and took the hotel's free tuk-tuk&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;  service to the end of ze road and walked to the skytrain  station. The  train was crowded, literally, there were almost no place  for us to  stand and even worst, the station we were heading to was the  last  station, I thought we were going to have to stand there foevahhh.  But  then, when the train arrives at Siam station, half of the people  went  out o.O My dad said there's a mall there, it's like the attraction  of  the city, like KLCC. Ooohhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, you must be thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Chatuchak market? Market? why would she go to a market?!'&lt;/span&gt;  Well, Chatuchak  market is like a shopping place where you can get  things cheaper.  Clothes, bags, souvenirs, and there's more than 5,000  market stalls  there, according to my dad. Well, now, GET READY TO SHOP  WOOOHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went off at Chatuchak station. We walked  through the well-kept park in front of the station and went to Chatuchak   market. The first purchase was two bags. One for my sis and one for  me,  and then clothes, souvenirs and stuffs. And the clothes were all so   pretty, like the boutiques' kind of clothes and they're mostly   vintage-style clothes and SO CHEAP! It's boutiques standard but market   price, woohoo, this place is one of those must-visit-places in Bangkok.  Now I see why most of Bangkok citizens are so well-dressed, the clothes  are all so easy to get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7A4GLMsUfVc/Tv2CUxbve6I/AAAAAAAAB3c/-gSmNDOSlFM/s1600/DSCN0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7A4GLMsUfVc/Tv2CUxbve6I/AAAAAAAAB3c/-gSmNDOSlFM/s400/DSCN0345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691848797444864930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And  then we arrived at this shop, they sell scarfs, lots of them! And jeng  jeng jeng, guess what I found? The scarfs I was about to buy at Terminal  21, and it was cheaper. Dang it, why now cheaper haaaa.  It was 350  baht and the dude told us he'll give us cheaper price, 280  baht for  each one, because we wanted to buy 3. And then mom saw other  scarfs  which was cheap and pretty, so then mom picked like 10 scarfs -  for my  aunts, for my sisters etc. And to make it crazier, the saleswoman  said  if we buy 10 other kind of scarfs, it'll only cost 600 baht. Apo lagi,  my mom asked me to pick 10 scarfs for my friends as souvenirs, yeayerzz!  And because we shopped and stayed there for too long, they asked me to  take a photo with the woman who managed the store, hihih :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KUUx44Q9IcY/Tv2u3EnaUYI/AAAAAAAAB30/Ynx9_Oy3nkA/s1600/DSCN0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KUUx44Q9IcY/Tv2u3EnaUYI/AAAAAAAAB30/Ynx9_Oy3nkA/s400/DSCN0350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691897765221257602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you see this "kakak" here? She's 40 or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y U LOOK SO YOUNG?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier,  dad spotted a halal food store, so then we went there. It's called Kah  Jak but pronounced Kak Jah, hihih. And the workers wear hijab and speaks  Malay. Yes, Malay, because they're most probably from Patani which is  located near Kelantan, so they had Kelantanese dialect. Even  though our  backs were hurting because of the heavy bags full of stuffs  we were  carrying, we continued walking. I finally bought a pair of  ankle-boots  and my sis bought a pair of  sneakers. Mom was still looking  for a bag  for my sister back home, so we had to continue walking with  our backs  hurting but mom didn't find anything suitable, so we went back  to the  skytrain station. And my sister bought another pair of shoes, Converse.  The seller there speaks Malay too, with Kelantanese dialect that is. He  was like "Akok dari mano? Dah make (makan) dah? Oh yeke?" Lol, okay I  don't know how to spell in kelantanese dialect, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly,   after we arrived at the hotel, I wasn't tired anymore. As for my   parents and my sister, they went to sleep, while I laid down on the sofa   munching on some chips and watched TV. Couch potato. That night we   strolled along the stalls across the street which we haven't been yet.   And guess what? More inappropriate stuffs! I got sick of accidentally   looking at those stuffs and looking like a perv, so I just decided to   walk with my head down. Thank you for interrupting my view -____-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Day 3: The floating Market! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are   you excited? because I know I was! Floating market? The famous  floating  market? Woohoo. So, we took a taxi to go there and you know,  usually on  any other day the traffic was bad! But not on Sunday, bak  kata taxi  driver&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Sunday, no car!" &lt;/span&gt;I  was  excited at first but then the ride was taking too long, so I  slept.  Moments later, I woke up to somewhere which was not the city of  Bangkok  and there were a sign saying the Floating Market was up ahead.  Huhuhu,  cannot wait. Turns out, the place was like 30 minutes ahead,  haih I  should've went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sp we arrived. But  again, no, this was  not the entrance to the market. It was a boat ride  service. The dude  managing the place told us, that we have to ride the  boat along floating  Market. The boat-driver will take us along the  market, and there you  can shop. But guess what the price was? 1000 baht  per person. RM100?! We  were all like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Pergh, mahal gila' &lt;/span&gt;but dad didn't have to pay because as the dude said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The King no need to pay!"&lt;/span&gt; Still, it's expensivveee! Then again, you won't get it any other way, so we took the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NNJTqwA6Lwo/Tv3ffTb_fcI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/ONh6_myJhng/s1600/DSCN0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NNJTqwA6Lwo/Tv3ffTb_fcI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/ONh6_myJhng/s400/DSCN0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691951232952794562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uJDXj77Awpw/Tv3oWedKn-I/AAAAAAAAB5g/sHqbR_jtW8g/s1600/DSCN0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uJDXj77Awpw/Tv3oWedKn-I/AAAAAAAAB5g/sHqbR_jtW8g/s400/DSCN0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691960976896335842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxjBlpEkAso/Tv3oVqpXM0I/AAAAAAAAB5U/AxpZIJqaHI0/s1600/DSCN0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxjBlpEkAso/Tv3oVqpXM0I/AAAAAAAAB5U/AxpZIJqaHI0/s400/DSCN0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691960962988847938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VPPUCQ99pQM/Tv3oWsjk7CI/AAAAAAAAB5s/BjK-XBmcRwE/s1600/DSCN0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VPPUCQ99pQM/Tv3oWsjk7CI/AAAAAAAAB5s/BjK-XBmcRwE/s400/DSCN0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691960980681321506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fvW1nSweQE/Tv3pHfOHZ1I/AAAAAAAAB54/H7QFu5fI8Sw/s1600/DSCN0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fvW1nSweQE/Tv3pHfOHZ1I/AAAAAAAAB54/H7QFu5fI8Sw/s400/DSCN0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691961818915235666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  ride pun dah  RM100, so we didn't buy anything at the floating market  since there  were nothing special to buy, and we can't find any halal  food, so yeah.  And when we were in the middle of the busy waters, there  was this Arab  guy - I assume he's a Muslim since the woman next to him  was wearing hijab - and I guess he saw us wearing hijabs too, so he  took of his hat and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Assalamualaikum"&lt;/span&gt;  how polite eh? And so my dad replied his salam.  While we were passing  through another tourist's boat, I was recording  the surrounding and  this uncle who saw me holding a camera, smiled at  the camera and did a  peace sign, lol, it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we passed by a temple or  something, I forgot lah, heheh. And the boat-driver gave us a bottle of  fish food and let us feed the fish. Omg so many fish the water was  splashing at my face, hahah. I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Kebulur sangat ke ikan ni? Seronok benor dapat makanan, dah berapa lama tak makan?'&lt;/span&gt;  REALLY. That question was playing in my head. lol, im so weird. And we  drove off and he sent us back to the port. And we took the cab and head  back to Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The   ride was long, so the taxi stopped at a convenient store and went to   the toilet while mom and I bought some snacks. And after eating the   ice-cream we bought, I fell asleep, again, hahah. The taxi driver was   really friendly so dad asked him to drive pass the palace, and I was so   sleepy that even when my mom asked me to wake up and take pictures, I   handed her the camera without even opening my eyes, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vA1bnUWfjdE/Tv5EGsRXdfI/AAAAAAAAB6E/xvUSWyDHMKg/s1600/DSCN0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vA1bnUWfjdE/Tv5EGsRXdfI/AAAAAAAAB6E/xvUSWyDHMKg/s400/DSCN0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692061860796790258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7pTLHsl5UY/Tv5EH4L7nDI/AAAAAAAAB6c/TQSQkxketko/s1600/DSCN0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7pTLHsl5UY/Tv5EH4L7nDI/AAAAAAAAB6c/TQSQkxketko/s400/DSCN0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692061881175088178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3ZYNAfrsfs/Tv5EG0EnetI/AAAAAAAAB6U/jB_w9vL5oEs/s1600/DSCN0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3ZYNAfrsfs/Tv5EG0EnetI/AAAAAAAAB6U/jB_w9vL5oEs/s400/DSCN0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692061862890797778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  the taxi driver dropped us off at Alisya Restaurant and we had lunch  there yum yum. And then we got back to the hotel and rest. As soon as we  perform Maghrib prayers, we head back to the skytrain  station. Did you  remember me mentioning about the Siam station where  everyone went out  from the train? Well, that's where we were heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  went out  of the train with the crowd, and went to the mall. There was a  Tom  Cruise wax figure, surrounded my people with cameras and tourists.   Other than that, nothing much I assume. We went window shopping through   the women's department since mom was looking for a cardigan. We went   floor by floor, and mom still couldn't find anything she like. And while   we were strolling by the clothes, a woman wearing hijab that looks  like a Malay approaches us. She asked "Where are you from? I'm from   Indonesia." Dad replied that we're from Malaysia and she went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh assalamualaikum, boleh tanya? Tempat keluar di mana ya?"&lt;/span&gt;  so my parents helped her. Huhuh,  it's nice to have someone who speaks  our language, well sort of, she's  Indonesian, and we're Malaysian but  same thing, the languages are almost  the same, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we head  out of the mall, there were another  entrance, and we kept coming in and  out of the mall because there were  nothing much to see, so then, as we  went out, there were street stalls,  lots of them, like the ones in  front of our hotel, but this time with no  porn stuffs, lol. And guess  what? MORE CLOTHES YEAY! But it was really  crowded and was nearly  impossible to stop and pick clothes without  getting pushed, but my  sister managed to buy a dress. And then we went  through an alley, this  time there were lots of boutiques and shoe stores. I went to one of the  shoe stores because I saw a pair of ankle-boots and I asked them how  much it cost. RM59 ! HA-HA, I bought the ones at Chatuchak for RM35. So,  no I didn't buy it. And mom went to a handbag store, which sells  leather bag for 2000 baht or so and mom bought one for my sis. And on  the way back, my dad and I lost my mom and sis because they were  stopping at handbag stalls, and when we found them, they already bought 2  handbags, aiyoyo. And mom bought the cardigan at last and we went back  to the hotel by skytrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4: Bye-bye Bangkok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke  up for Subuh, and although I usually don't sleep after Subuh because  the hotel was so cozy, this time I felt like I've been up for 2 days. I  haven't got enough sleep even though I was the earliest to sleep the  night before. My face was swollen and I look like I just woke up even  after I took my shower and got dressed ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I followed dad  and went to the street stalls across the street to look for any  souvenirs. As we were walking there, there's this taxi dude who was  eating fried rice at a stall and he greet us with salam, and my dad  smiled&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; When we got there,  the stalls weren't even open, some of them were, but some of them were  still setting up their stalls. I guess it was too early. Speaking of  early, when we were walking, there were this bunch of drunk foreigners  trying to hire some drunk escorts, why are you people drunk early in the  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt;?! If its still late at  night, well yeah normal thing, but at 8 a.m?! I was frankly scared to  walk there, because they weren't walking straight and was holding  bottles of alcohol but then we got away from them and went to the opened  stalls. I bought some t-shirts and dad bought t-shirts as souvenirs for  my sister's friends. The place where dad bought souvenirs were selling  the t-shirts almost twice the price of my t-shirts even after we  bargained. When we walked away, he was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay okay, I'll give you for 200 baht" &lt;/span&gt;heheh, finally! Lol, so dad bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp42qrqodyQ/Tv7EHkwW7mI/AAAAAAAAB7A/7GhD0EHtQ60/s1600/DSCN0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp42qrqodyQ/Tv7EHkwW7mI/AAAAAAAAB7A/7GhD0EHtQ60/s400/DSCN0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692202613447519842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And  we took the same cab we took yesterday and went to the airport. My my,  the airport was big and even in the airport there were still the Thai  statue and their Gods, it's nicely decorated. I was wearing my jacket  and my newly bought hijab and ankle-boots, and I look like I was going  to UK or something, padahal balik Malaysia. I was so overdressed but I  was obsessed with my own shoes because they were new and super pretty  :'D Too jakon to handle the boots, lol. Continuing the story ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  didn't go to the passport check until 12 since our flight is at 1  o'clock.  So Dad and I walked around the airport stores to buy anything  edible and then I got headache and my  mom said I may be coming to a  fever&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; so I had to have  some medicine. And dad accidentally went to the Domestic departure check  in, so we had to walk to the other side and get our passport checked.  And then we went to the security check. Y'know how usually you just  gotta take out your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;bags and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;electronics and just walk through the metal detector?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well  there, you have to put your bags, electronics, belts and jackets. When  the security told me to take off my jacket I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wait what? No, no, I'm wearing sleeveless in here, takkan nak bukak?" &lt;/span&gt;I  was so panicked and my parents didn't know whether I should keep it on  or take it off but then since the security guard was a girl, I showed  her my jacket and told her I was wearing sleeveless so she smiled and  said never mind, fuhh. But then, we had to open our shoes and walk  through this weird booth and then the other guard open the other side of  the door and another guard did the body check with that electronic  rectangle thing that goes beep beep whenever there's a metal. And she  even used that beep beep thing at my hijab, now that's funny, lol. But  still, gila ketat security dia :O Mom said maybe because we could hide  bombs in our hijab, that's why she checked it, lol kay boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  we took the trolley and walked our way to our gate which was E7 and we  stopped by this electronic store. My sis tried out the phones and iPad.  And there was this iPad that was just laying there with it's screen  facing downwards and my sis was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yang ni apesal dia letak camni?" &lt;/span&gt;so  she look at it and there was a video playing so she paused it and tried  another video. And suddenly  the salesman came and was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wait, this one I'll play ..."&lt;/span&gt;  and I couldn't hear him mumbled, so I thought he was going to show a  demo on the iPad, but then he went to the previous video and replay it,  and suddenly the speakers at the store was playing a song. And we were  all like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Akaaaaak, iPad tu controller music kedai tu lah! Hahah, pehal pergi kacau!"&lt;/span&gt; Lol, and we walked away, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The  walk to gate E7 was so long because the airport was huge. Yes, from the  security check to the gate felt like miles of walk so mom and dad  rested at the lounge first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVmVH248K5E/Tv7EI4oD9fI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/P7nqKSPaQGM/s1600/DSCN0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVmVH248K5E/Tv7EI4oD9fI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/P7nqKSPaQGM/s400/DSCN0517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692202635961300466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--zYZjJBTh-E/Tv7EIOnakSI/AAAAAAAAB7M/M8F1t_j5uKg/s1600/DSCN0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--zYZjJBTh-E/Tv7EIOnakSI/AAAAAAAAB7M/M8F1t_j5uKg/s400/DSCN0523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692202624684298530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  got on the plane, arrived at the airport, perform our prayers, had a  meal, took the airasia skybus, got to KL Central, met my bro, perform  Maghrib prayers, and went to my grandma's house and head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tuk-tuk is a kind of ride. It's like a motor+car with no windows or doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The  people in Bangkok greet us with salam since we're Muslims but we don't  know if they just assume salam as a normal greeting to Muslims or  they're really Muslims. Its really weird sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The  reason why I had a fever was most probably because we went to 7E  everyday since we stayed at Bangkok because everywhere we went, there's  always a 7Eleven store and we bought Big Gulp and ice cream and stuffs.  And for 4 days in a row, I've been drinking Big Gulp and ice cream, so  yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, that's my trip to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bangkok &lt;/span&gt;and if this ain't good enough, I made a video. Yes, a video, like a travel log. I'll upload it soon :D *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lolPerasanMacamArtisAdeOrangNakTengok&lt;/span&gt;* hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet again next year ... See what I did there? ;)&lt;br /&gt;Lol kay I haven't even make a post about 2012. I've been such a lazy-ass this holiday -..-&lt;br /&gt;KBYE THEN! XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-1359641313587240807?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1359641313587240807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1359641313587240807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/bangkok-d_31.html' title='BANGkok :D'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yhF4yfrSdTM/Tv15VPNSzdI/AAAAAAAAB24/D4nQf8wfJGU/s72-c/DSCN0277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-8638558795592842469</id><published>2011-12-12T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:18:23.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacationless Holiday, for now e.e</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assalamualaikum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW'S YOUR HOLIDAY? W-WAIT WHY AM I SCREAMING? Ehh, so how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;your holiday, people? Fun? Exciting? Well, lucky &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;! As for me, I've been a couch potato. Lazing around, surfing the web, watching TV, playing games, nothing productive at all, hwehwer. Instead of trynna get taller, I got heavier, and by that, I mean fatter. My my, I'm disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Moving on...:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oooh, I've bought a new camera. Ahah, yes, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own &lt;/span&gt;camera, at last! MUAHAHAHAHAHAH. Dad gave me RM500 to buy any camera, and frankly I wanted a camcorder, so we went to Low Yat, but hey, let's faced it, mana cukup RM500 for a HD camcorder :( So, after surveying most of the stores, I got tired, so we went to this last store, and the worker explains this and that and how our budget suits it, so I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Kay sounds cool, let's buy this one'&lt;/span&gt; ~(-_-~) And waalaa, a RM450 camera was bought. Although it ain't a camcorder but at least it's HD, and it's pretty worth it for that kind of price. Hip hip hooray! Lolkwhutt. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh and, thank you Dad :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dum5T3fChhw/TuYCVchzLEI/AAAAAAAAB1w/GvFqfB0rqlQ/s1600/DSCN0105-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 798px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dum5T3fChhw/TuYCVchzLEI/AAAAAAAAB1w/GvFqfB0rqlQ/s800/DSCN0105-horz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685234147060296770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my Aunt and her family from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabah &lt;/span&gt;came, so my sis prepared some jolly good food! Lasagna - which was oh-so-heavenly-delicious -, roasted chicken and oh they brought DURIAAAN. My family are durian-maniacs, so yeah. And I introduced my lil cousin to a game, &lt;a href="http://poptropica.com/"&gt;Poptropica&lt;/a&gt;, and he got all excited and obsessed, and when it was time to go back to grandma's house, he asked his mom if he could stay for the night instead. Oh my, I've created a game maniac. And, when they came for the second time, he came straight to me and was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iqaaaa, can I play Poptropica?&lt;/span&gt;" Afterwards, I kinda regret giving him my laptop, because since that, he never left the laptop until it was time to go home. He didn't even get up to eat. And he even asked me to help him create an account, so when he returns to Sabah... he'll be addicted to the game again! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and soon, my other Aunt and her family from Brunei are coming ~(-_-)~ But I doubt we're going to spend much time together, since we'll be leaving for Bangkok and they'll be leaving for Penang :( Aloooo, but hey at least I'm going for a vacation, at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand, I've watched Puss in Boots the other day with my sisters and her friend. It was so funny, and cute and cuddly and exciting and adventurous, HAHAHA. Oh and, I sound so lame, but I ate Carl's Jr's burger for the first time that day and I have no idea it was that huge! Excuse my jakon-ness :"&amp;gt; But really, I love CARL'S JR'S BURGERS! I want mooooreee o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHA, xoxo, bye :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-8638558795592842469?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/8638558795592842469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/8638558795592842469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/vacationless-holiday-for-now-ee.html' title='Vacationless Holiday, for now e.e'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dum5T3fChhw/TuYCVchzLEI/AAAAAAAAB1w/GvFqfB0rqlQ/s72-c/DSCN0105-horz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-8887210453894662549</id><published>2011-11-28T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:59:04.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Form 2 is overr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Assalamualaikum! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ1fgy7cDog/TtNmsO1YeiI/AAAAAAAABzo/JsGozoLKXiE/s1600/P1060517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 447px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ1fgy7cDog/TtNmsO1YeiI/AAAAAAAABzo/JsGozoLKXiE/s800/P1060517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679996465126603298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lol okay this is just so random, when I on my camera, it was pointing right at the direction of this word on the table I was using. I never noticed this on the table and my camera just happened to snap it on the last day of school. Huh, talk about coincidence :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heheheh, so I know school was over like a week ago. Lol, I've been busy with my laziness and also football. Eh, did you guys watch it? Lol, since Malaysia vs Indonesia for the SEA games, I started watching all of the games. And Twitter has the best fandom of Malaysia football games evaaarr. Lol, they tweet fast. Satu goal je, timeline gerak macam race car. Lol, okay, that's not the topic here, anyway, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AK_EFLk6Prs/TtMVvCBCstI/AAAAAAAABzQ/xrrWBCLR-7M/s1600/P1060540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AK_EFLk6Prs/TtMVvCBCstI/AAAAAAAABzQ/xrrWBCLR-7M/s400/P1060540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679907452783604434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lol, Shumu had an eye infection, and Nazuin was just teasing her, ahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, the last day of school was like ze usual. Surprisingly, most of all came! I really thought half of the class won't come since we're all lazy ass, HAHAHA. I guess they all came for the RM100 that the government gave, hah -..- Nabila had to finish her Living Skill's project because she was absent for so long, hah tu lah sape suruh tak datang! Muahahah. So Syamiera, Nazuin, Shumu and me lepak togethergether, hahah. Unfortunately, Teacher Norma asked us all to fill up our personal files, haiyaaa. Later on, we went down for some food on recess and went back up to class and Atikah, Khaliqah, Ain and Ida joined us. Puteri, as usual, bought a whole lot of food. And it's CANDIES!!! Chocolates and nougats mostly :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtJohQedgEA/TtMVvh7dAAI/AAAAAAAABzc/8DVamNnnTlE/s1600/P1060549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtJohQedgEA/TtMVvh7dAAI/AAAAAAAABzc/8DVamNnnTlE/s400/P1060549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679907461350096898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OM NOM NOM NOM. And, some of the others were like "Eh camne nak makan ni, susah nye nak gigit?" while I'm just sitting there eating as many as I could, I miss them y'know, mom used to buy a whole lot of them! I can't even remember how much I ate that day! HAHAHAH. Lol, anyway, we girls spent the recess together while the guys, eh, I don't know lah. Since school started that day, they went out from class and idk, did a tour around the school or something, lol. Heh, but who cares, we girls were at the class, enjoying our candies and chit-chatting about everything! From foods to braces to gossips to vacations to America's next top model ~(-_-)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, it was almost 11 and parents were starting to come to collect the RM100 and some of us went to call our parents, some of us head home and that sort of stuffs. And so, I went back at 12 after my mom had collected that RM100. And also, unfortunately, my mom won't give me that money coz she said she'll be using that money to buy my school stuffs. Moooom, I know the government ask all the parents to use the money wisely for the kids, but can't I have it? ;) Eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last  day of school was pretty much typical and normal. There were no goodbye hugs or tears. Eh, tahun depan jumpe lagi, lek ah bro :P And we're not even gonna throw any end-of-year functions or anything. Boohoo. But oh well, next year, we're gonna do a big one and invite our class teacher this year. Well, yeah, insyaAllah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all for today, then! See ya in the next post! xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-8887210453894662549?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/8887210453894662549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/8887210453894662549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/form-2-is-overr.html' title='Form 2 is overr!'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ1fgy7cDog/TtNmsO1YeiI/AAAAAAAABzo/JsGozoLKXiE/s72-c/P1060517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-7566783002077980725</id><published>2011-11-13T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:28:07.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie-Que :B</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was Saturday, ey? And, I had this jamuan KRK thingy, and frankly, I really wish I didn't attend it. It was boring, like asdfghjkl except the food.I love the cake, eheheh but still, the spaghetti was tasteless T_T I should've eaten the rice and chicken, that would've been much more delicious. Lol, kay, stop the babbling. Anyway, Munirah went back with me but I had to buy some things at Giant and visit my grandma, so yeah she came along. And her dad was supposed to pick her up in the afternoon, but her dad ended up picking her at almost 7, lol. So, we spent the time by onlining, lazing around and chatting about well, secret stuffs :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufQCqQuqcFM/Tr_gfw-DsDI/AAAAAAAAByI/N0SYlVSTi0s/s1600/P1060486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufQCqQuqcFM/Tr_gfw-DsDI/AAAAAAAAByI/N0SYlVSTi0s/s400/P1060486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674500891835871282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qR6pIAyC3pw/Tr_ggJTkSTI/AAAAAAAAByU/_sOP7LQ08Mg/s1600/P1060491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qR6pIAyC3pw/Tr_ggJTkSTI/AAAAAAAAByU/_sOP7LQ08Mg/s400/P1060491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674500898368538930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ater that evening, while Munirah and I were doing nothing useful, my siblings were preparing for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;barbeque for me birthday&lt;/span&gt;, hihihiihiihih *laughuncontrollably xD Since on my birthday, we did nothing, because I had a soar throat, flu and fever, we celebrate it on ze weekend :D And oh, my sister was baking a Red Velvet cake! Oh yeay yummy :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYZE8Xs3om0/Tr_cJ745mSI/AAAAAAAABxY/V8R05SLdnQg/s1600/P1060501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYZE8Xs3om0/Tr_cJ745mSI/AAAAAAAABxY/V8R05SLdnQg/s400/P1060501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674496118763395362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, after Maghrib, and after we cleaned the floor which was covered with smashed coals, we started to grill ze food. The barbeque was nothing huge, just a couple of benches and tables at the garage. And walaa, you have a barbeque spot! Ahah, oyeahh. Okay, I'm getting ridiculous from lack of sleeping. Now, moving on...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2nD4isIN-4/Tr_cJXoIXZI/AAAAAAAABxM/9nkNZ5RSseU/s1600/P1060497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2nD4isIN-4/Tr_cJXoIXZI/AAAAAAAABxM/9nkNZ5RSseU/s400/P1060497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674496109029383570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had seafoods, lambs, breads, sweet potatoes, corns and so on. It was delish. And we had the cake. My brother is such a pest, I was about to cut the cake since it's for me, hohoh, and he was like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Eh kau ni, salah lah, potong kecik sikit" &lt;/span&gt;and he took the knife and sliced it. Yeah well, I know it's not a big of a deal but it's my birthday cake, shouldn't I be the one to cut it first? Huh, you crazy brotha! lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, yeah, the family barbeque was a whole lot of fun! And the red velvet cake is deliciously deliciouso! By today, only a quarter of the cake is left, hahah, family aku semua melantak sepanjang hari~ Including me, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I guess that's about it. Heh, writing about how my weekend went on Sunday night is really not a good idea if I have school the next morning. Kay, I should go to bed now T_T My eyes are closing on it's own, OMG OMG I CAN'T SEE WHERE'S THE KEYBOARD OMG LOL. HAHAHAHAH kay, this is what happen when you don't get much sleep on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long now, goodnight :D Assalamualaikum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-7566783002077980725?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/7566783002077980725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/7566783002077980725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/barbie-que-b.html' title='Barbie-Que :B'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufQCqQuqcFM/Tr_gfw-DsDI/AAAAAAAAByI/N0SYlVSTi0s/s72-c/P1060486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-4510457000280971360</id><published>2011-11-11T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:49:57.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet, I'm still short x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I turned 14 yesterday. Yeah, on 10th of November 2011 :)&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks for the wishes, guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;And, hwehwehwerrr I love you guys, too :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Go3-vproIk/Tr07-9KoRVI/AAAAAAAABw0/6hsWcy2gkDM/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Go3-vproIk/Tr07-9KoRVI/AAAAAAAABw0/6hsWcy2gkDM/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673757058313766226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-years-old-Iqa, signing off and off to bed, HAHAHAH. Lol, k bye xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-4510457000280971360?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4510457000280971360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4510457000280971360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/yet-im-still-short.html' title='Yet, I&apos;m still short x)'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Go3-vproIk/Tr07-9KoRVI/AAAAAAAABw0/6hsWcy2gkDM/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-1242301655905822016</id><published>2011-11-11T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:41:16.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidiladha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;~Assalamualaikum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Aidiladha was sort of a week ago, ahah, so lembab :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before raya, my sisters and I slept at my grandma's house so that we could help her prepare the dishes that night. I woke up at 6 the next morning, because of the Azan at the mosque across the street. Later on, my sisters helped my grandma prepare the table and stuff while I lazed around and watch tv, eheh eheh, I was so sleepy, so I didn't actually do anything :B So from 6 to 8, we just watched tv and stuff and went to perform Aidiladha prayers later at 8 something. The Aidiladha prayers and the khutbah took about 2 hours, I know, kinda long. Usually we perform raya prayers at the mosque near my house and there was no khutbah Raya there. Later on, we went to my relative's house. We took the shortcut and walked our way through there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKd2jjf35xI/Tr0OYSGIynI/AAAAAAAABvI/YTVaP-f7z4I/s1600/P1060360.JPG"&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/-qKd2jjf35xI/Tr0OYSGIynI/AAAAAAAABvI/YTVaP-f7z4I/s320/P1060360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673706915893922418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, that afternoon, we went to Melaka to visit my sister since she can't go home. We rented this so-called house inside MRSM Alor Gajah, and honestly, it smells like dead cockroaches everywhere T_T But it wasn't a big of a deal, since we're just gonna spend a night there. And we went to Dataran Pahlawan, Mahkota Parade and so on. It was fun. And huh, Melaka town was packed with people. The traffic was very awful. Cars everywhere. So, we decided to park our car in front of Hotel Johan -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hah, I miss that place,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; good times, good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- and walk to the malls. The second day was pretty much nothing. We went out to the market to buy breakfast and later on, spent the rest of the morning with the siblings, walking around the MRSM, teehee, macam tour ape je. It was raining, so we had to find some sheds every minute.&lt;br /&gt;-But overall, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fantastico&lt;/span&gt;! HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope you had a wonderful Aidiladha! :)&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-1242301655905822016?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1242301655905822016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1242301655905822016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/aidiladha.html' title='Aidiladha!'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKd2jjf35xI/Tr0OYSGIynI/AAAAAAAABvI/YTVaP-f7z4I/s72-c/P1060360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-3901545236158251662</id><published>2011-11-04T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:26:06.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wats bin gowing on :B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.horror-movies.ca/AdvHTML_Upload/paranormalactivity3-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 601px;" src="http://www.horror-movies.ca/AdvHTML_Upload/paranormalactivity3-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tak jawab dosa, kalau jawab maksudnye sayang ;) ohohoh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing for quite a while now. Heh, sorry, I've been busy with my final exam. And I didn't even post an entry about how awful the test was. So, yeah, it was awful. I didn't even study properly and I have a bad feeling that I'm gonna get awful awful results. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, it's over, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINAL EXAM IS OVER!&lt;/span&gt; Jom melantak maggi, tengok Tv pagi petang, online sampai mati~ Wooo, eh jap, next year PMR. Jeng jeng jeng T_T And I really need to improve my Geo and Sejarah, so I'll be studying this holiday! Oh, yeay me! It'll all be worth it, soon. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I had a blast with the two Syas; Syamimi &amp;amp; Syafiqah, after school. We dressed up and stuffs at Syamimi's house before checking in on our duty at the school's Koperasi, hwehwer. Oh and while we were on duty, there were this group of guys, form 1 and 2, tengah lepak2 on recess. And oh god, they actually changed their clothes there. Bukak baju segala. We were like screaming and looking away. Mampus aku kena heart-attack. Kalau badan lawa takpe, ni tidaaaaak D: No no no, nak nangis nak jerit &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*nangislarilaritutupmuka hahah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA. Oh anyway, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may &lt;/span&gt;be going out with them girls tomorrow. They wanna watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paranormal Activity&lt;/span&gt; 3, oh maaan! I'm trying my best &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to watch scary movies since I'm a scaredy cat and I'll keep remembering the horror scenes when I'm at home, alone :( But meehh, whatever. I was thinking of jamming my ears with earphones so I wouldn't have to listen to all the AHHHHHHHs in the movie. But hey, be brave! Haziqah, you can do it! lol. Tengok trailer screenshots pun dah nak terkencing, macam mana nak tgk movie? T_T apee nii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeap, did I tell you guys? My phone is broken. I have no phone. Well, I was swinging my phone and it slipped and it hit the ground, so habis terbukak semua. When I put it all together again, the screen is all blurry and it turns blank. Like black, nothing. But when my sis called my phone, it rang. Hoh, kejadah, macam mane nak guna, tkde screen -.- Sedih, sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, as you Muslims know, the day after tomorrow is another big day. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILADHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;AND HAVE A GREAT RAYA! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Assalamualaikum :)&lt;/span&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/2831626882038025371-3901545236158251662?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3901545236158251662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3901545236158251662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/assalamualaikum-tak-jawab-dosa-kalau.html' title='Wats bin gowing on :B'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-2383105936131037325</id><published>2011-10-25T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T17:53:01.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's not to adore: Camera</title><content type='html'>Waddup people!&lt;br /&gt;So, you see this picture right here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xc6A41HJwr4/TqaHufX8EaI/AAAAAAAABpI/BtfdJgHDg88/s1600/DSC01824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xc6A41HJwr4/TqaHufX8EaI/AAAAAAAABpI/BtfdJgHDg88/s400/DSC01824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667366413857984930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;picture source : &lt;a href="http://saffawati.com/fuji-instax-mini-7-for-sale-ready-stock/"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have decided to save some money for this kind of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt;! :D I told mom I wanted this, and she said, she shall not pay for it,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sendiri nak, sendiri bayar. &lt;/span&gt;Aww c'mon mom T_T I've always wanted one, and now, it's time to be independent and buy one on my own, weehoo! :D Besides, if I use mom's cash, I'll have to share it with my siblings. Unacceptable, MUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For no apparent reason, today, I did a huge research on this camera. And so, after stumbling through some other website, I stumbled across this blog -&lt;a href="http://saffawati.com/fujifilm-instax-malaysia/"&gt;saffawati.com&lt;/a&gt; Maaan, it's so cheap. Must.have.one D: But there's too much type to choose from :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fujifilm Instax Mini 7s&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-D44OgUSiDCc/Tpcbxakeh4I/AAAAAAAADk8/UjPLdLk3-rw/s600/DSC01845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 218px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-D44OgUSiDCc/Tpcbxakeh4I/AAAAAAAADk8/UjPLdLk3-rw/s600/DSC01845.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;The good thing is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The cheapest and prettiest :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bad thing is: &lt;/span&gt;It's lacking of cool functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fujifilm Instax Mini 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rbr_U0ELf_4/TpcbkOw0SAI/AAAAAAAADkk/N1aW3f0JJ08/s600/DSC01812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 224px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rbr_U0ELf_4/TpcbkOw0SAI/AAAAAAAADkk/N1aW3f0JJ08/s600/DSC01812.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;The good thing is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A feature which makes it easier for self portraits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bad thing is: &lt;/span&gt;It's more expensive and thus, will take me months to collect enough money to buy it T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuji Instax Mini 50s PIANO BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WXdmlSJCk2Q/Tpcb0eLddoI/AAAAAAAADlE/E9UHux4UVs4/s600/DSC01847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 228px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WXdmlSJCk2Q/Tpcb0eLddoI/AAAAAAAADlE/E9UHux4UVs4/s600/DSC01847.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;The good thing is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Get good pictures even in low light. The close-up lens allows you to shoot as right up to 30 cm :B &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hwehwehwe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bad thing is: &lt;/span&gt;I kinda dislike the design and it's the most expensive thing evaaaa D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, I'm not really sure which one should I buy. Uhh, the cheapest one or the coolest yet the most expensive one? Help, please. Or should I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;buy it at all? No no, I want one, I need one, so I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shall &lt;/span&gt;buy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then, she sell some other stuffs; the pink leather bag, close-up lens and self mirror in a mickey mouse shape. What's not to adore? They're all so cute and useful :B I need all of these. All.of.these! Oh and also,  InsyaAllah, I'm gonna collect the camera, heeehee. And the accessories. Each a year. Hohoh, that would be fun. But, we'll see how it'll turn out :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, peace out~&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/2831626882038025371-2383105936131037325?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2383105936131037325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2383105936131037325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/pretty-pretty-puh-leaseeee.html' title='What&apos;s not to adore: Camera'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xc6A41HJwr4/TqaHufX8EaI/AAAAAAAABpI/BtfdJgHDg88/s72-c/DSC01824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-8930396449853915871</id><published>2011-10-18T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T19:50:58.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting: Pictures Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tentenet ten ten ten ten tenn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Greetings earthlinks! I come in peace (-_-)V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so, have you noticed that I always write such weird sound effects? I mean, in my head, it sounds pretty awesome, but if you read it it's like an alien language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've been going through my old posts and hohoh, I have such terrible English. Now, too :B And also, some of the photos I uploaded on my blog, are gone. Ha, this is really pissing me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, some posts have a single picture and a caption about it. And now, that the pictures are missing, it looks like I'm talking about an invisible photo or something. So, I'm trying to fix it! I  do remember the picture, but mana nak dapat? I can't remember the links and all! Haish, the owner of the link must've deleted the picture or the site -.- Why did you deleeete it?! D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, so, I just post this to babble. Kay bye :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-8930396449853915871?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/8930396449853915871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/8930396449853915871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/finaliscoming.html' title='Ranting: Pictures Missing'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-6546112919252127846</id><published>2011-10-16T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T20:43:01.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Bad Wolf :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fhLGDdN4BZs/TproJWnVkuI/AAAAAAAABnQ/WlP3lJt0qJY/s1600/15102011827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fhLGDdN4BZs/TproJWnVkuI/AAAAAAAABnQ/WlP3lJt0qJY/s400/15102011827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664094728758858466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AtMZw8W-838/Tpr2onHMrWI/AAAAAAAABoY/ppeEAe8Cyt8/s1600/15102011829.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you guys doing? I haven't post in quite awhile. So, here's just a lil babble of what I've been doing. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you guys know about the Big Bad Wolf Book Sale? No? Well then, what a waste! Eheh, but I was about to post this info on Saturday, to inform you guys about the book sale, but I kinda got lazy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry &lt;/span&gt;:B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the book sale is super-duper awesome! I mean, those books you bought at the bookstore for RM30? You could get it for RM8 at this book sale. Gila tak? Gila kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more amazing is; the ride there. Well, y'know me, I got a lil jakon to these awesome stuffs I've never seen. And heck yeah, I got a little excited when we had to ride a shuttle from the parking lot to the book sale hall. Apakah itu shuttle? It's like a mini bus with no windows or doors :D It was cool, and by cool, I mean windy. The wind was blowing my hijab and I have to constantly adjust my hijab. But yes, it was cooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1JAbc0VCMBw/TproJ-Z9qQI/AAAAAAAABns/8egVrKr5rEg/s1600/15102011812_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1JAbc0VCMBw/TproJ-Z9qQI/AAAAAAAABns/8egVrKr5rEg/s400/15102011812_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664094739440183554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 5 minutes ride, we got there. It was only 10 in the morning, so we got through the entrance easily since it wasn't crowded inside. When I got inside, all I could do was WOW-ed. So did my brother. It was like a book heaven. Heaps of books to choose from. And what we saw were these big banners saying what a shame not to buy these books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XA3zV3KBsxI/TproJiyq5pI/AAAAAAAABnc/hzLtg8Brma0/s1600/15102011815_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XA3zV3KBsxI/TproJiyq5pI/AAAAAAAABnc/hzLtg8Brma0/s400/15102011815_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664094732027618962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And indeed, it was. So, we split apart; me going to the 'General Fiction' area along with my brother and my parents to the 'Health' section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost since I was alone in a crowd of strangers, I couldn't decide which area to go. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lol, taulah, saya tak biasa jalan terkedek-kedek sorang2 :B &lt;/span&gt;So, I walked back and forth and wasted the first minutes trying to decide which way should I go. And then, I saw a crowded table. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh, whats that?&lt;/span&gt; As I got there, turns out, its a Manga section. I'm not really a fan of Manga, but since there were so many teenagers there, I tried to fit in. So, I grabbed the most interesting-looking book and went through it. It was a novel, and not a comic book.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect" &lt;/span&gt;I thought, since I'm not really a fan of manga comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hold on to it and went to the 'General Fiction' tables. Everything was so interesting and sooner, I didn't mind being alone and was too busy going through the several fascinating novels I'd found. And the most awesome thing I found was one of the Pretty Little Liars series; Killer. I have always wanted the set but it'll cost hundreds! But this book was like RM8 or something, gila tak? So, if I bought a set which consist 8 books, it'll only be less than a hundred :O Unfortunately, the Killer book was found by accident and weren't among the other series. So, the searching began. Every book I stumbled while searching for the set was so interesting, but I didn't take them since I was saving up for the book set. So, I searched here and there for the complete series and yet not to be found. At last, I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went to search my family. Mom and dad weren't in the 'Health' section anymore and my brother was nowhere in sight. And worse, I was out of credits so I couldn't call them. So, I went searching around the hall and finally found my bro and later my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom decided to join the other crowd which was sitting on the floor next to the customer service counters and packing their books to be brought to the cashier. As mom counted the books, dad gave me some books he'd select that I may be interested in. Hah, good job dad, now I wouldn't have to go search for more. But then, it occurred to me about the fascinating books I've found but never took while I was searching for the Pretty Little Liars set. So, I went back to the crowded tables- which was even more crowded since it's almost noon- and tried to remember where I've seen those books. At last, I found one. From a huge selection of books, I could only remember one of the tittle. Haih, kau dah nyanyok -.- And then I got scolded because my family was already on the way to the cashier and I was still in the middle of the crowd, searching for books. I couldn't get enough of the books there. It were so cheap and yet, so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yu-j0WgHQhI/Tpr2N4-wLkI/AAAAAAAABn0/ZfkhggZDXfg/s1600/15102011816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yu-j0WgHQhI/Tpr2N4-wLkI/AAAAAAAABn0/ZfkhggZDXfg/s400/15102011816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664110199866142274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bye bye Big Bad Wolf D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And as we got out, we saw a enormously long line of people outside trying to get in the hall. Phew, thank god we came early in the morning. And so, we rode the shuttle and head back to the parking lot. I was standing in the shuttle, right next to the stairs. It was scary; even a bump could make me think I was gonna tumble down the stairs and off the shuttle. But, we did arrive there safely, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was it. The Big Bad Wolf book sale journey. And hohoh, look at what I bought! I shall read them all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ytsfPXbbAhg/Tpr2OSsGLzI/AAAAAAAABoM/mG0veBsRQWc/s1600/15102011825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ytsfPXbbAhg/Tpr2OSsGLzI/AAAAAAAABoM/mG0veBsRQWc/s400/15102011825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664110206767214386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But heh, first, I gotta finish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'The Mysterious Benedict Society' &lt;/span&gt;which I have stopped reading a month ago. The book was too thick, my brain had a cramp, lol. Also, I have 2 more Malay novels which I haven't even started reading. Gotta finish those two, too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AtMZw8W-838/Tpr2onHMrWI/AAAAAAAABoY/ppeEAe8Cyt8/s1600/15102011829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AtMZw8W-838/Tpr2onHMrWI/AAAAAAAABoY/ppeEAe8Cyt8/s400/15102011829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664110658926194018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The greatest thing about books are, you get to travel far without going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;And with several bucks, you could have travel around the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Mom :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Assalamualaikum :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-6546112919252127846?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6546112919252127846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6546112919252127846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-bad-wolf-d.html' title='The Big Bad Wolf :D'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fhLGDdN4BZs/TproJWnVkuI/AAAAAAAABnQ/WlP3lJt0qJY/s72-c/15102011827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-2229988028725353800</id><published>2011-10-05T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:24:51.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting : STUdentsDYING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Howdy Y'all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bQiLdxk7Veg/ToxKuGbBb1I/AAAAAAAABnI/80Lbj2ZAXY0/s1600/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bQiLdxk7Veg/ToxKuGbBb1I/AAAAAAAABnI/80Lbj2ZAXY0/s400/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659980987556261714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flashback &lt;/span&gt;*last Wednesday, we had to study near the Surau. It was real cool and we didn't really learn because we had to sit on the floor and it wasn't really a proper place to learn. Some teachers gave us work and some let us hanged out and do our own business. While the others chatted, Nabila and me got ridiculous and I drew this crazy looking Uncle. See the mustache? It was actually a girl's hair, and then Nabila got crazy and laughed and went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Apa tu? Misai ehhh~" &lt;/span&gt;And so, it became an uncle x) HAHAHAH, lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The present:&lt;/span&gt; So, apparently, since it's PMR season, we're gonna have holiday. Hohoh. And oh, it's exam week. Had my Math and Geo exams just now. Hor.ri.ble D: I barely made it on math's subjective questions. Geo was a wreck, I barely payed attention on the question since my brain's worn out from all the Math challenges. And guess what? For KRK-ians, if you get any C's, turun kelas. The heck? Sheesh, I know, right? It means I gotta &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually &lt;/span&gt;study hard for this exam, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;actually study for exams -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a holiday for our class and so was Monday and Tuesday, but I never really did study properly on those holidays. I mean, I had Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday and I only studied Math and Geo on that 5 days -.- I'm screwed! And worse, tomorrow exams are Agama, English and SEJARAH. I got C for Sejarah on the last test. And I have only this night to review &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of the form 2's chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what am I doing onlining and babbling when I have only about 5 hours to study? Well, I can't study. There's too much distractions; internet, TV, etc. Everything seems to be more interesting than studying~ So, I guess why not rant about it on my blog? Hahah. Every time I actually try to study, I'll end up laying around or daydreaming or stuck to Twitter, Facebook and stuff. I can't concentrate. Sure, for about 10-15 minutes, I'll be all pumped to study and then I'll go&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Ahhh, I don't understand this stuff!" &lt;/span&gt;and gave up studying. Wooh, I'm such a lazy-ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before my mom scold me, I better start studying. Haiih, I'll try -..-&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, folks!&lt;br /&gt;And please, wish me luck and pray that I won't get any C's or D's D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assalamualaikum :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-2229988028725353800?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2229988028725353800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2229988028725353800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/ranting-studentsdying.html' title='Ranting : STUdentsDYING'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bQiLdxk7Veg/ToxKuGbBb1I/AAAAAAAABnI/80Lbj2ZAXY0/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-6973965617924459594</id><published>2011-09-29T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T15:27:11.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EPPIIIICCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-52dNkCp-KGA/ToRmBsSOHkI/AAAAAAAABnA/PA_iEzCSBPI/s1600/gedegang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-52dNkCp-KGA/ToRmBsSOHkI/AAAAAAAABnA/PA_iEzCSBPI/s400/gedegang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657759211137670722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nabila didn't came to school today, I miss her :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, hello there~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;School was epic today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;epic. &lt;/span&gt;So, because our class is actually a hall, they need to use our class for the exam things and we had to study in the Bio lab today. I love that place. Brings back memories from when we had to stay there for weeks because of Shumu's broken leg. Huh, back to reality;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning was normal, before recess, had our Geography as usual and had our Physical Ed at the back of the school. We played dodge-ball, which is oh-so-lame because we had only one ball -.- and then we started playing 'musang kejar anak ayam' apebende tu, and then Syamimi, Ida, Iffah and me played basketball together. Without the basket, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after recess, had our Agama class, we did some exercise and then Ustazah asked us all to help her tidy the hall since the form 3 students were gonna have a lecture later. It was fun, actually. Me and Syamiera didn't really help; well, we did help carried some of the chairs, and then we fooled around disturbing people doing the tidy up, hihih. After they finished arranging the tables and stuffs, we played games like 'aiskrim soda' and stuff. So childish, but so fun, meheheh. And then, Math was boooooring. I kinda slept and lazed around because it was too dang quite in the class -_- zzZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, on Sejarah, we didn't learn anything since we've finished the syllables. Woohoo. I hanged out at the back of the lab with Anis, Syamimi, Syafiqah and Shumu. And Alawi menyibuk -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that time I was having my journal with me, and I left it somewhere on the table, and that awful Alawi, took it and threatened to read it. So, I had to chase em around the lab and as he's so tall, I just grabbed his bag and scream like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Woi, bagi laaahhh!" &lt;/span&gt;and his bag's zips opened and when he let go of his bag, he got away and the books in it scattered all over the floor. I, of course, applauded to his miseries. But, still, he won't give me the journal. And, phew finally, Nazuin took it from him, and gave it back to me. Thank you, my lovely~ HAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after that, I just ran back to my hang-out place and fooled around with Syamimi. As they left, I just stared at the brown-colored journal of mine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if he read it? Huh, that would lead to countless rumors about me. &lt;/span&gt;I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the journal that was less than 1 meter away from me, right in front of me, disappeared to Alawi's hands. He just flashed by me and snatched the journal...again. I can't believe that he did it again, haiih. And I was so lazy to chase him again, so I just walked lazily to him and was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Weeh, bagilaah"&lt;/span&gt; in the laziest voice ever. He threatened to give it to the boys, this time. I couldn't come any further to him, since the table was surrounded by boys and I was the only girl there, so I was begging him to give it to me back. And now, the journal was passed to Iqbal's hands and then to Shafi. All the boys surrounded him and looked through the cover of the journal. He was so close to opening it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, gosh, please no."  &lt;/span&gt;My heart thumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running out of ideas, and then Daniel said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"HAHAH, muka dia macam nak nangis". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's it, you asked for it! So, I grabbed the nearest bag I saw -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was Aiman's bag which he had packed up earlier and was unexpectedly heavy&lt;/span&gt;- and just threw it towards the guys while screaming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"BAGI LAH BENDA TU BALIK!"&lt;/span&gt; and Alawi just shot the journal across the table and towards me. Surrendered, haven't you? But then Aiman came back and was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Woi, beg aku!" &lt;/span&gt;and he hold the journal and refused to let me have it. Oh, I have no time for another argument, so in my anger and annoyed mood, I just grabbed the book and stomped back to my bag. Those annoying boys, good for nothing boys -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care, whether the bag had hit one of them or whether they hate me, but I do feel sorry for Aiman since he just packed his bag and I threw it like it was a trash or something. Dude, sorry lahh. But &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why can't the boys in my class be more mature and less irritating? &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, whyyy? Alawi, Iqbal, Shafi, Kamil, Daniel, grow up and stop intruding other people's privacy, would ya? And please, BACK.OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about those annoying boys -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while waiting for my mom to pick me up at  2:3o or so, I chatted with Puteri and Ameera. The others had already left. As usual, the school was filled with student's voice and laughter and noises. And then, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*KHEEEEETTT BOOOM BRANGG&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(hebat betul sound-effect aku, bunyi macam ayat Hindustan pun ada) &lt;/span&gt;and not a voice was heard.  We turned our heads and all I saw was the crowd heading to the road and a motorcycle was thrown away. What happened? An accident? So, we went to the gate and peeped outside. I saw a taxi man going out of his Taxi and helped by moving the motor to the sidewalk. And I saw Arissa freaking out as if she was in shocked and Syafrizal and the others were calming her down. Was someone hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, in this type of situation, there are three categories of people :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ones who helped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ones who got hurt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ones who watched&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, we were in the third category :\ Heh, even if we wanted to, there's nothing we could do. We were nowhere near the victim and the crowd was surrounding em. So, Ameera, Puteri and me just watched from inside the school. They later on, carried the victim near school and surprisingly it was a lady. And she was all in shocked and dizzy since she fell down the motor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was really amused since the accident was handled most by SMK Lembah Keramat's students. Some of em calmed the victim, some of them guard her motor, and most of all, a PBSM girl helped treating the lady's wounded legs. Wow, I never thought my school was this great. Honestly, I'm impressed. And the crowd settled down but the victim was still half-conscious. Puteri and Ameera had to go back, so I just sat and watched the crowd alone. And even after I went back, the lady were still there, being calmed down by the kids and the crowd was still there. My family apa lagi- "Eh, apa jadi ni? Ya Allah, kesian nyaa" Kepoh gituu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, through my stalking skills, hihih, and through Marha, I've found out what happened;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the lady on the motorcycle speed out of an alley and Marha and Arissa were crossing the road. And the lady was on the wrong lane. And BANNGG, the accident happened! Arissa was thrown away but luckily she only had injuries on her feet and went home after Syafrizal and the others calmed her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;P.s: I find it unbearabely sweet this thing between Arissa and Syafrizal&lt;br /&gt;when the accident happened. Hohoh, menyibuk je aku :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and since there's a big examination for the form 3 students, tomorrow's a holidaaay. Hip hip, hooray! Booyeahh. And maybe on Monday and Tuesday too! Ngeheheh. But, bad news is, next week is my Pre-final exam. Daaang it! And worse, if we get a C on something, tahun depan turun kelas. Noooo, I wanna stay with you girls next year T_T  So, now, gotta study gotta study gotta study. Haiihh, yelah tu, Haziqah oi -.- Tengok tengok, esok Tumblr lagi -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, see you later on the next post! Buh-byeee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-6973965617924459594?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6973965617924459594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6973965617924459594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/eppiiiiccc.html' title='EPPIIIICCC'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-52dNkCp-KGA/ToRmBsSOHkI/AAAAAAAABnA/PA_iEzCSBPI/s72-c/gedegang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-4385377441684451663</id><published>2011-09-22T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:48:13.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up-dots.</title><content type='html'>Lol, the tittle seems a bit weird, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna write 'updates' but it just seems rather boring. So, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'up-dots'&lt;/span&gt; shall make it more giggly and fun. Lol, what am I babbling about  -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Guess what we made on KH class last Monday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Indulgence Cake!! Woohoo. Sounds delicious? Yeah, well, take a look -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VHWlgxPx9U/TnsrOuahS4I/AAAAAAAABlg/3zGpiIXnnD4/s1600/P1060082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VHWlgxPx9U/TnsrOuahS4I/AAAAAAAABlg/3zGpiIXnnD4/s400/P1060082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655161289071217538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taaadaaa! The cake made by; Puteri, Ida, Munirah, Syamiera, Nabila, Iffah and me! Uhh, saya tahu tak sehebat mak awak punye~ HAHAH. It was really ugly because the ganache wasn't properly poured on the cake but after a few hours in the refrigerator, the cake looks alright and less ugly than it was earlier. :P But, I can tell you, it was delicious! Lol, tengok ah sape yang buat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2. Renovations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did ya noticed, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;blog changed?&lt;/span&gt; The fonts, the background.  Oh, and new thing. Not that important but I wanna let you know in case you're thinking "what the heck is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EL745vgCDH4/TnsrlxZK7QI/AAAAAAAABl4/jISuKaDbWLU/s1600/Untitled%252Cn.%252C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EL745vgCDH4/TnsrlxZK7QI/AAAAAAAABl4/jISuKaDbWLU/s400/Untitled%252Cn.%252C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655161685007854850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;QOTD- Quotes Of The DAAAAY. Yes, I know I'm lame. But I just want to put this. I need to put this. I don't know why. I just do :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3. Sunday Chaos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Faz's open house&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;last Sunday. I went to Syamiera's house first and hanged out. And then it rained cats and dogs, and Syamiera parent's picked us up from her house while it was raining and we can't find the car. And we searched around the wet parking lot with our oh-so-pretty baju kurung. So chaotic. But in the end, we arrived Faz's house safely and just in time for lunch. Teehee. The foods was awesomely delicious. And the girls went up to her room and we hanged out watching the "Malaysian Boy" video that was said "haunted" and then we screamed like hell. It was crazy upstairs, all the girls were watching ghost stuffs and screaming like crazy. Even the people downstairs could hear us :P And when I went out of the room, her aunt was watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pocong &lt;/span&gt;movies in the living room. What the hell... HAHAH. But yeah, it was awesome :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Umm yeah ,now, I need to do my Math problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Urgh, nooooo T_T I need sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And food. Lol, so random. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sweet dreams, dear readers :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-4385377441684451663?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4385377441684451663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4385377441684451663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/up-dots.html' title='Up-dots.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VHWlgxPx9U/TnsrOuahS4I/AAAAAAAABlg/3zGpiIXnnD4/s72-c/P1060082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-8120177712745402667</id><published>2011-09-19T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:43:47.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frim- 11 Sept 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bonjour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, my readersss x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me, I'm feeling rather hyper and psycho today, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Sunday, I went on a field trip to Frim. Oh.my.gosh. it was awweeeesssome :D It was the most adventurous adventure I've ever had! I know I know, you guys must be like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ek eleh dia ni, pergi Frim je, bukannye hutan mane pun~"&lt;/span&gt; Well, I've never went on a jungle trip before, so memang jakon lah pergi Frim :B Although it was hella tiring, but it was worth it. So, for those who didn't joined us that Sunday, here's something something to help you guys experience it a little like we did. Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Day Starter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wake up in the morning feeling so excited, got my traksuit on, I'm on my way to the forest~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="st"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *lol, try singing it in the tune of 'Tik tok by Kesha' xD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;woke up feeling rather excited that day. So, I took a bath, get ready and packed my stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;At 7, Syamiera called me and she was already on her way to the school, cepat betul anda ini~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;I was running a little late since I can't find my other tracksuit. It was 7:10 in the morning and the teacher told us we should be at school by 7:15. My brother was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Huh, kena pergi sekolah lagi 5 minutes??" &lt;/span&gt;and I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeap"&lt;/span&gt; as I was still having my macaroni breakfast. Yoo, I was still cool even though I thought I 'll miss the bus. A few minutes later, we head down to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;Sheesh, everyone was still hanging out at the school area or going to 7E. The registration hasn't even started yet. So much for being late. At the gate, stood Syamiera and Munirah was just getting out of her car. And the others were near the canteen so we joined them and we chatted. Oh, y'know us girls, jumpa je &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Korang korang, mane cikgu? Eh tu ha Puteri dah sampai. Eh Puteri bawak makanan lah!" &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;Later on, while we were chatting, Cikgu Najual asked us all to sit at the canteen and have our breakfast. The menu was; koperasi’s nasi lemak and mineral water. Thank god I’ve already had my breakfast at home because I’m not in the mood for heavy breakfast. Most of us weren’t, but, somehow me and Munirah accidentally took the meal, and so we had to returned it back silently without the teachers knowing, hihih. But, we did ate Faz’s chocolate roll and Puteri’s keropok lekor :P So, after they finished the food, we chatted and turns out Shumu haven’t arrived yet since she called and told Anis she just woke up. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And finally the bus arrived and &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cikgu Najual was like “Eh, Shumu mana? Dah sampai belum” And right about time, Shumu came in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were divided into two busses.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Bas 1 sini, bas 2 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;sana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;~”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone yelled as we were heading out of the gate. Wooho, I was in Bus 1 and we got the cleaner bus :P Look at bus 2, muahahaha. Kesian mereka~ *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RE6nl7y9OjY/TncjabDbu3I/AAAAAAAABhA/FW7UW7H1S-k/s1600/11092011574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RE6nl7y9OjY/TncjabDbu3I/AAAAAAAABhA/FW7UW7H1S-k/s400/11092011574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654026794032675698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Puteri, Fazira, Ain, Munirah, Syamiera, Iffah and me were the only KRK-ians in bus 1, so we concurred the back seats and rule the bus! HAAHA.  Anis, Shumu, Syafiqah and Syamimi boarded bus 1 as well but they sat in front. So, us at the back were the noisiest. Iffah was being all like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alaa, tak best ah diorg semua tk kecoh&lt;/span&gt;" and I shouted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Woi korang, bising ah sikit!" &lt;/span&gt;HAHAH, as usual I was getting hype from all the excitement :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HXXKeCdPUf4/TncjamrIDuI/AAAAAAAABhI/UaJiOj4FeNU/s1600/11092011571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HXXKeCdPUf4/TncjamrIDuI/AAAAAAAABhI/UaJiOj4FeNU/s400/11092011571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654026797151948514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zT7SZHJ5-3c/TncjawxExtI/AAAAAAAABhQ/CPvlhVAYgNY/s1600/11092011572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zT7SZHJ5-3c/TncjawxExtI/AAAAAAAABhQ/CPvlhVAYgNY/s400/11092011572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654026799861253842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus's engine was loud, so our noisiness can't be heard from those sitting in front :P And the bus ride began. They were dividing snack so, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;om nom no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;x) &lt;/span&gt;I thought the ride was going to be longer, but 30 minutes or so later, we arrived. I wask like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'eh, ni sekolah ape pulak ni. Mane hutan?'&lt;/span&gt;  since the surrounding of Frim was like a normal institute filled with buildings and stuff. Lol, excuse my jakon-ness. Oh, and then our bus driver didn't know where to park, so we stopped in the middle of the road and caused and awesome traffic jam, trololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l3J9a3dtbB4/TnclHXFMnLI/AAAAAAAABhY/35pYGZvGn2Y/s1600/11092011581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l3J9a3dtbB4/TnclHXFMnLI/AAAAAAAABhY/35pYGZvGn2Y/s400/11092011581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654028665572072626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis gelabah semua visitors x) The teachers directed us to get out of the bus and gather around by the side of the road. We had a light briefing and the ranger asked us whether we wanted to go to the toilet now, or whether everyone's feeling alright to get in the forest. The other peeps from Bus 2 gathered around on the other side of the road for a light briefing too, and finally joined us all. And aiyoo, the teachers asked us to take another round of nasi lemak for the trip. Dah dah lah tu cikgu. Kami tanak T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nWu6bqvmL1Y/TnclHlN1fYI/AAAAAAAABhg/DkRati0h45k/s1600/11092011582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nWu6bqvmL1Y/TnclHlN1fYI/AAAAAAAABhg/DkRati0h45k/s400/11092011582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654028669366402434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were 80+ of us, and we were divided into three groups. Each group had their own tour guide. Our tour guide was a Chinese man around his 50+. Yes, he was waaay older than us, but he was waaaay energetic than us lazy-ass students :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the guides showed us various plants and animals on our way to the forest. First up, we went to this pond where an enormous 'Ikan Naga' lived in. Everyone was stunned and we all were excited to get on the tiny bridge above the pond to have a clear look at the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EdGlsMWFifg/TncvdAQsW3I/AAAAAAAABiI/gOCLNe-iH_c/s1600/11092011583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EdGlsMWFifg/TncvdAQsW3I/AAAAAAAABiI/gOCLNe-iH_c/s400/11092011583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654040032519674738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey just started and we haven't even went into the forest, yet the fun had already begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a toilet! HAHAH. We stopped there and then continued our journey. Even around the institute, the plants were already weird and incredible. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biasalah, budak KL ~ &lt;/span&gt;Oh, lol, i sounded like a gedik and stuck-up city girl. Danggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEepiA5zGDI/TncxZDFJvDI/AAAAAAAABig/m4aAnUjlYSM/s1600/11092011586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEepiA5zGDI/TncxZDFJvDI/AAAAAAAABig/m4aAnUjlYSM/s400/11092011586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654042163580353586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uk9UQr_EKJM/TncxZhiqgLI/AAAAAAAABio/J43BeUDcEX8/s1600/11092011587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uk9UQr_EKJM/TncxZhiqgLI/AAAAAAAABio/J43BeUDcEX8/s400/11092011587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654042171757199538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And into the forest, we went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Forest Adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Main mission : To get to the glorious river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qGhjeFWpkU/TncypFL0LJI/AAAAAAAABi4/hItX3ICmODs/s1600/11092011588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qGhjeFWpkU/TncypFL0LJI/AAAAAAAABi4/hItX3ICmODs/s400/11092011588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654043538534706322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was getting darker as we got into the forest, I didn't know why, and so I checked my watch, it was only 9:30 -.- Awal nye and there's already joggers all around the institute just now. And we stopped here and there as the tour guide introduce us to the plants we could never see on our backyard. Did you know :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TMgDUJY1MCs/TncxZ24TOcI/AAAAAAAABiw/bUhYk6Qg7Ks/s1600/11092011591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TMgDUJY1MCs/TncxZ24TOcI/AAAAAAAABiw/bUhYk6Qg7Ks/s400/11092011591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654042177485093314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;this plant has one of the&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;largest leaves in the world?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;I don't know the real facts, but that's what the tour guide said :P&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;As we went deeper in the forest, we discovered more trees and plants. The roots around the forest made up a natural staircase leading us up the hill. Owzem, bukan? HAHAH. And look how cool mother nature is.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xqNBUlF_irU/TncriuUwCYI/AAAAAAAABiA/uMlrCIsjSHE/s1600/11092011606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xqNBUlF_irU/TncriuUwCYI/AAAAAAAABiA/uMlrCIsjSHE/s400/11092011606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654035732737558914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this thing looking like a forest rope, is called Liyanas.&lt;br /&gt;No, not your friend, Liyana. Liyana with an 's' it is~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi1ZRZ3LjOI/Tncvdnhb2NI/AAAAAAAABiY/rJ4RJBE6kSM/s1600/11092011608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi1ZRZ3LjOI/Tncvdnhb2NI/AAAAAAAABiY/rJ4RJBE6kSM/s400/11092011608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654040043058878674" the="" coolest="" thing="" ve="" ever="" a="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drumroll, please. The coolest thing I've ever witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;Lawa kan? The guide said that the trees were disciplined&lt;br /&gt;since they were little, to not get closer to other trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-98NP-XOyelY/TncypefBctI/AAAAAAAABjA/cOl0YI0xoaY/s1600/11092011613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-98NP-XOyelY/TncypefBctI/AAAAAAAABjA/cOl0YI0xoaY/s400/11092011613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654043545326154450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a massive tree root. No, not the one wearing&lt;br /&gt;tracksuits and posing. Lol, the one behind it~ Huge, ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then, we went down the hill, and the track gets more difficult. We had to walk under a fallen tree, walk through slippy tracks, go down lots of natural steps, and finally we arrived at a track about 1.5 km long. It was a very very tiring journey going up the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDLAM_LTWpo/Tncyptcp7AI/AAAAAAAABjI/Ei-yjOxuVlk/s1600/11092011614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDLAM_LTWpo/Tncyptcp7AI/AAAAAAAABjI/Ei-yjOxuVlk/s400/11092011614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654043549342755842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdsyLteMuK0/Tngwk4JaivI/AAAAAAAABjQ/I2iLafS57LQ/s1600/11092011618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdsyLteMuK0/Tngwk4JaivI/AAAAAAAABjQ/I2iLafS57LQ/s400/11092011618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654322742268955378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ehem, ignore the exhausted&lt;br /&gt;face of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anis, Shumu and the tour guide were waaay ahead of us. Puteri, Iffah and me were catching up with them. It was kinda fun, going up the tracks, laughing and chatting all the way through but it was still tiring. Puteri and Iffah weren't even tired, but we had to stop for awhile to catch our breath. And finally, we arrived there! But, no, the extreme part haven't even started yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNqVyxKGD30/TngwlIcX-fI/AAAAAAAABjY/s6WRmOD4MUA/s1600/11092011620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNqVyxKGD30/TngwlIcX-fI/AAAAAAAABjY/s6WRmOD4MUA/s400/11092011620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654322746643446258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2Gyaq69P_4/TngzRn5aSXI/AAAAAAAABkA/eTAZxP8UH9Y/s1600/11092011622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2Gyaq69P_4/TngzRn5aSXI/AAAAAAAABkA/eTAZxP8UH9Y/s400/11092011622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654325710024231282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;Oh, and look, it says we're&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; only&lt;/span&gt; 500m away from the canopy walkway! Yeah, sounds like easy? Think again, bro.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;So, after we waited for everyone to finish the track, we went up the hill together and head up to the canopy walkway. From the base, we were like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay, let's do this! Bring it on!"&lt;/span&gt; and 5 minutes later, everyone was exhausted.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_kh8bHWenvg/Tngwlc4KEDI/AAAAAAAABjg/bLJchI2-k3s/s1600/11092011627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_kh8bHWenvg/Tngwlc4KEDI/AAAAAAAABjg/bLJchI2-k3s/s400/11092011627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654322752128684082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;Us, at the back, were the slowest. Everyone cut us off and headed up while the teachers and us sat down to catch our breath. The steps were steep, so the 5 minutes walk felt like a 5 hours walk. We stopped by every 5 minutes, here and there and shouted to those ahead of us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"WEH KORANG, DAH SAMPAI BELUUUM?" &lt;/span&gt;and negative, the ones way ahead of us were still working their ass off to get to the canopy walkway. And then, we ran into some other people going down the hill, so we had the chance to rest by the huge rocks while waiting for them to pass.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qcfr-lTx38M/Tngyb5MnxAI/AAAAAAAABjw/zBy3Kjc5Nx4/s1600/11092011628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qcfr-lTx38M/Tngyb5MnxAI/AAAAAAAABjw/zBy3Kjc5Nx4/s400/11092011628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654324786955273218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZH19YGMQHc/TngycAXQ4KI/AAAAAAAABj4/lm31Or296aE/s1600/11092011629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZH19YGMQHc/TngycAXQ4KI/AAAAAAAABj4/lm31Or296aE/s400/11092011629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654324788878958754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out some of those people going down the hill were handicapped. Well, if they could climb up and down the hill, why can't us, the perfectly normal students do it too? Woohooo xD After the spirit boosters, we continued our journey going up the hill. And after the breath-taking journey, we finally reached the canopy walkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Loc8XMXqDGs/TngzRuYVfiI/AAAAAAAABkI/JRRwgZSsNSw/s1600/11092011634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Loc8XMXqDGs/TngzRuYVfiI/AAAAAAAABkI/JRRwgZSsNSw/s400/11092011634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654325711764553250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GVgZySaarTk/TngzR2NbKAI/AAAAAAAABkQ/iEMCRCU4_iw/s1600/11092011635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GVgZySaarTk/TngzR2NbKAI/AAAAAAAABkQ/iEMCRCU4_iw/s400/11092011635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654325713866270722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turns out, group 2 haven't finish the canopy walk, so we had to wait for them to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the canopy walkway pretty cool, hohoh. And the little 'house' to get on the walk way, aihh, I don't know, it just seems so cool. I wanna have a tree house liddat! Lol, tiba tiba je merepek :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the dude whose incharged with the canopy walkway thingy gave us a light briefing, we waited for our turn~ Puteri, Iffah, Syamiera, Munirah and I were a group and we decided to get in line for the canopy walkway. And we got lazy, so we sat down, and everyone cut us off, and we had to be the last one to go on the canopy walkway -.- And I was the last student to get on! Cool, bukan? HAHAH. But behind me were 3 other teachers, so yeah, I wasn't the last person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sMlGCgr4zZA/TnhFxp7h1rI/AAAAAAAABkg/SYl3BXAzuao/s1600/11092011642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sMlGCgr4zZA/TnhFxp7h1rI/AAAAAAAABkg/SYl3BXAzuao/s400/11092011642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654346051535099570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;Syamiera and I were so nervous to get on the canopy walkway since it was so high and if you look down, I'm sure you'll pee in your pants, HAHAHAH. I was afraid I got onto the plank that I hold on tight to the nets around me. Hahah, but then it was fun and I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Syamiera, apesal berhenti pulak ni?!"&lt;/span&gt; and Syamiera didn't even turn around she just when like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Apaaa? Entah diorang dekat depan tuu"&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAH. So, we talked with each other otw~(Y) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cikgu Mohsin was even cooler; When I look back, I saw that he didn't even hold the nets around him, he was just holding his DSLR and taking pictures everywhere. Selamba jee cikgu T_T Kak Fathiah was so cool too; she accidentally dropped her stuff on the  canopy walkway, and she just turn around, walk back and took the things  she left. She even walked backwards :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dude in charge told us that we're advised not to take pictures on the canopy walkway but we could take pictures on the stations. I didn't take out my phone because I'm afraid it's gonna slip and well, bye bye lovely phone :'( But after the first walk, Iffah and several other students took out their phone in the middle of the canopy walkway. So, I did too. Menggeletar tauuu xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ho6q_8vpj-8/TnhFx73Ce_I/AAAAAAAABko/8GBhllxJ7iU/s1600/11092011649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ho6q_8vpj-8/TnhFx73Ce_I/AAAAAAAABko/8GBhllxJ7iU/s400/11092011649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654346056348105714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UdkqPaqe_Ws/TnhWG50CgKI/AAAAAAAABlI/qp34gfDv0dQ/s1600/11092011647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UdkqPaqe_Ws/TnhWG50CgKI/AAAAAAAABlI/qp34gfDv0dQ/s400/11092011647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654364008761950370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, we were the last one to end the canopy walkway. I've had enough of the extreme, so I thought we've arrived at the river. Negative, people, negative. My excited smile faded when I got down from the canopy walkway. All I saw was the girls gathering, waiting for us and the dark green jungle. Nope, no river anywhere. Haiih. But nvmd, I still can handle the fun adventures  ;) So, my smile appeared again and I took out my phone and shouted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"KORANG, SENYUUUMMM!" &lt;/span&gt;Snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-A09ytT5CQ/TnhLAApyHVI/AAAAAAAABk4/_3HRaiUVD-s/s1600/11092011651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-A09ytT5CQ/TnhLAApyHVI/AAAAAAAABk4/_3HRaiUVD-s/s400/11092011651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654351795710991698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KEH9YStFRM/TnhLAXYi0RI/AAAAAAAABlA/N1sknbPL4Bs/s1600/11092011653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KEH9YStFRM/TnhLAXYi0RI/AAAAAAAABlA/N1sknbPL4Bs/s400/11092011653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654351801812701458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee. Later on, we had to go down the hill again. Back to the base. And it was slippery and I kinda sprained my ankle. Lol, terkedek-kedek je minah ni :P Minutes later, tadaaa, we're here at the other side of the track. And there it is! The river! The natural lovely river :D But the tour guide, suddenly appeared behind us- I didn't know where he came from, I haven't seen him since on the canopy walkway, laju gila pak cik ni jalan o.o. And he asked us to go down the other side of the street. So, we went down, duck under a big pipe, and down along the river. We had to go through bushes, cross the river, went down a lots of steps, and pheww, we heard laughter and screams of other students. And so, I was like '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guys guys, here we are, omg, the river, can't wait!!'&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5ZpKRxj2F4/TnhWHESpOCI/AAAAAAAABlQ/cfYH0-hasUo/s1600/11092011655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5ZpKRxj2F4/TnhWHESpOCI/AAAAAAAABlQ/cfYH0-hasUo/s400/11092011655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654364011574671394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uhh, excuse me, ni longkang ke?&lt;/span&gt;..That was my first thought. Lol. Srsly, why can't we swim at the real river? Not the one surrounded by concrete walls -.- I guess it's dangerous or the teacher don't wanna take risks. Haih, yelah cikgu T_T So, some of the girls didn't swim, and they just lepak at the rocks. But some of them actually went into the water and they were screaming and laughing with excitement.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BzPcswUm1-U/TnhWHctAW1I/AAAAAAAABlY/GsAIgsseC94/s1600/11092011656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BzPcswUm1-U/TnhWHctAW1I/AAAAAAAABlY/GsAIgsseC94/s400/11092011656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654364018127690578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds fun, and so me and Syamiera decided to dip our feet in the water. Syamimi asked me to get in the water because she said it was fun, so yeah, I tried &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walking&lt;/span&gt; in the water and maaaaaan, how I miss the water :') HAHAH, I haven't swim in a while. Wait, I don't know how to swim but, y'know what I mean :P Syamiera didn't joined us since she didn't brought another change of clothes. However, I didn't swim, so I was dry from my head to waist, hahaha. And then we went to have lunch. Chicken rice and grape juice, ahhh, yummy. Surprisingly delicious, too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I had my lunch, I decided to go back to the river. Syamimi, Anis and the others were already swimming and splashing water to everyone. Turns out Syamimi didn't brought any spare clothes either, but she was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Alaa, biarlah, ramai kot yang tak bawak baju :P" &lt;/span&gt;Bagus kau, Syamimi xD I joined them in the water but I was lazy to get change later, so I was being all gedik like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Korang, jangan baling air dekat kite tau, kite malas nak tukar"&lt;/span&gt; But, I was splashing everyone with water, muahaha. Then came Shumu with her evil smirk and she splashed me with water until I can't even breathe since the water was all over my face. Payback, Shumu. So, the water fights began~ And well, my clothes were all wet. Eh, whatever, so I just held my breath and dive in. It was haaaah, glorious. The water, how I've missed you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Syamimi's lips were all blue, hahah, and the teacher called us to get change and the bus were already here. So, we got off the water and went to change. The girl's toilet were full. Anis and me were the last one since we can't get any unoccupied toilet stalls. Urgh, so I changed to my other clothes but Anis didn't get the chance to change since the teachers were already calling us out. After leaving the toilet, I just realized my clothes were all fit and tight and I look like a weirdooo T_T Everyone else were wearing t-shirts and blouse. Oh, shoot, why didn't anyone told me that you can wear any clothes? Instead, I was the only one wearing my stupid shrink white shirts and tracksuits pants. Fortunately, the boys were already in the bus, so no one saw me. Anis and Shumu left me to get their bags and I was alone looking for my shoes that I left in the middle of the way and someone put it somewhere else since it was raining while I was in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haziqah! Kasut awak dekat sini!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone yelled my way. Nazuin and Ida were holding and looking over my shoes, hahah. Thanks guys :D And then Cikgu Zamir was there like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh, Haziqah, ni bawak keropok banyak2 buat ape? Cikgu ambik satu tau.*shows me the half empty chips*" &lt;/span&gt;Oh mannn, I left all of my snacks outside and I don't know where they are! Malas lah nak cari, so I just put on my socks and shoes and then I head to the bus. Cikgu Azmarina was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ah, Iqa, dah jumpa kasut dah?" &lt;/span&gt;Oh, dah cikgu, dah :) HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I went on the bus with Syamimi and Syafiqah and took my seat. I was freaking cold since the river was icy cold, it was raining a few minutes ago and the bus was equipped with air-cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we had a great time on the bus. Puteri brought her huge bag of chips and we took pictures of Syamiera and Munirah sleeping. Lol, both of them were like zZZ and we were like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Weh, tangkap lahhh! Ha, Haziqah kau masuk sekali dlm gmbr"&lt;/span&gt; Lol, okay, we were mean :P And then the old ugly bus cut us off and the boys made their boo-hoo-we're-way-ahead-of-you-guys faces at us through the other bus's window :P  Finally arrived school, and I was so embarassed of my clothes that  I borrowed Ida's purple bieber-fever jacket and hid my face under the hoodie. Cikgu Zamir was giving me the weird look like 'budak ni terencat ke ape pakai jaket time tengahari buta' xD But I did look cute, right? Riggghhhhtt? Say 'YES'! HAHAHAHA. Ape aku ni -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went back to Syamimi's house but my sister picked me up too early so I didn't even get the chance to even hang out with Syafiqah and Syamimi at her house :( Boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head to Jusco, bought some snacks with my sister and went through the traffic jam. Finally, home sweet home x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;-Life is short, so while we could, we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;experience it-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;So, there you have it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;Fun? Crazily FUNNN!! HAHAHHA.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;That's all I guess.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;Psst, guess what I did on KH class the other day?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;Next post, coming soon. Muahahaha.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;See ya later alligator :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-8120177712745402667?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/8120177712745402667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/8120177712745402667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/frim-11-sept-2011_19.html' title='Frim- 11 Sept 2011'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RE6nl7y9OjY/TncjabDbu3I/AAAAAAAABhA/FW7UW7H1S-k/s72-c/11092011574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-5670460421441746855</id><published>2011-09-17T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T09:29:58.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUZZ BUZZ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wjovwB1YpWQ/TnP3NhIgGLI/AAAAAAAABg4/WAjVZBm9T68/s1600/tumblr_lpxx1zxf0t1qbygswo1_1280_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wjovwB1YpWQ/TnP3NhIgGLI/AAAAAAAABg4/WAjVZBm9T68/s400/tumblr_lpxx1zxf0t1qbygswo1_1280_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653133768884492466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gambar ini sangat tidak relevant, ye xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haluuu haluu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after Subuh, I can't seem to get back to sleep. Yes yes, I know it's not good to sleep after subuh, but I went home late last night~ Although my parents were shouting to get me out of bed for subuh since I went to bed late, I can't seem to sleep now. And, I find it rather cruel for them to startled me up from my beauty sleep liddat. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terkejut mak~ &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm hype and excited. Gila punye budak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now they're out for breakfast and I'm still playing games on my laptop. I don't wanna go out for breakfast, so MOM PLEASE BRING ME SOMETHING TO EAT! Lulz, I'm such a lazy-ass today :B It's Saturday, time for a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; major lazy day~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;public holiday&lt;/span&gt;. What did you guys do? I went to Melaka to meet my sister and then to several other acquaintances' houses at Kajang, Bangi and all sort of places. It was tiring. And then there were traffic jam. Lol, ape kena mengena, bukannye aku drive x) I just lied down on the back seat alone and stared at the sky. HAHAH, it was really fun, actually xD My sibs had other things to do, so they didn't come. Well, good for me, I got the whole back seat to myself :B &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kicking in the back seat, kicking in the front seat~ &lt;/span&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, psstt, did you guys know I went to a school trip to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Frim &lt;/span&gt;last Sunday? No? Okay, well, next post it'll be about the trip. One thing I could say is, IT WAS &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AWEESSSSSOMEEE &lt;/span&gt;:D Woohooo, hahahah. And I took pictures on the canopy  walkway thingy, scary tahuuu~ HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak betul 'HAHAH' aku -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blurghhh&lt;/span&gt;. That's my tummy grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna search the fridge for some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry lady, signing off~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-5670460421441746855?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5670460421441746855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5670460421441746855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/buzz-buzz.html' title='BUZZ BUZZ.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wjovwB1YpWQ/TnP3NhIgGLI/AAAAAAAABg4/WAjVZBm9T68/s72-c/tumblr_lpxx1zxf0t1qbygswo1_1280_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-582052583741494878</id><published>2011-09-16T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T12:01:07.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang Mariii :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late post. I thought I was gonna post this on last weekend, but laziness strikes! So, here we goo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 1 Syawal/30 August 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  day started out pretty bad since I haven't prepared my outfit for the  1st Raya. And dad decided we should all attend early for solat  Aidilfitri this year. And I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;early.  The prayers doesn't even start until 8.30 and we arrived at the mosque 1  hour earlier. So, you could imagine how chaotic my morning  was; I woke  up, took a bath, and searched the whole house for my jubah, telekung,  socks and stuffs. At last, I decided to wear my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full-of-stain&lt;/span&gt; telekung since I can't find the other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;neatly-washed-for-first-raya&lt;/span&gt; telekung. Hahah x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  as usual, after we finished Aidilfitr prayers, salam-salam with my  family and getting our duit raya, we went to my grandma's with our  dazzling Raya clothes, hahah. Unfortunately my aunt and her family  haven't arrive yet, so we had to wait for em. While waiting, we had our  Raya breakfast; my grandma's homemade dishes :9 Yummmay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnD-kb4cCjQ/TmsiOPuOXdI/AAAAAAAABdo/YTfjKGoG7GM/s1600/P1050733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnD-kb4cCjQ/TmsiOPuOXdI/AAAAAAAABdo/YTfjKGoG7GM/s400/P1050733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650647785600343506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ate like a dozen times. I just can't get enough of my grandma's '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sambal paru'&lt;/span&gt; and '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lontong&lt;/span&gt;'  dish :B Finally, after my aunt's family arrived, we headed to my  grandma's cousin's house. Although I've eaten at my grandma's house, I  decided to eat once again at her house. You can't resist her cooking,  y'know. Unfortunately, we gotta go to my uncle's house which is 1 hour  away, so we didn't went to other relatives' house. So off we go to my  uncles house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l4d7aIMkdGU/TmtNcXvRMKI/AAAAAAAABeI/CPIzq9ICTfM/s1600/P1050818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l4d7aIMkdGU/TmtNcXvRMKI/AAAAAAAABeI/CPIzq9ICTfM/s400/P1050818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650695307270369442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJlNqxbsf64/TmtNcF90byI/AAAAAAAABeA/oJj14V5zyhE/s1600/P1050775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJlNqxbsf64/TmtNcF90byI/AAAAAAAABeA/oJj14V5zyhE/s400/P1050775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650695302499561250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GaHTZqu5KUM/TmtNby7O-EI/AAAAAAAABd4/Lg4PQjwrkx8/s1600/P1050772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GaHTZqu5KUM/TmtNby7O-EI/AAAAAAAABd4/Lg4PQjwrkx8/s400/P1050772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650695297388443714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite  the fact that my uncle's house is huge, his house was filled with  people.and food. HAHHA. And so, we had another round of food there,  ngehehe. And as usual, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;menggedik with our camera at my uncle's backyard x) Ahahah. Next up, Penang mariii~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pulau Pinang :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-If_HTXstCBM/TmtR42DPSsI/AAAAAAAABeQ/UFyLEAFb4NE/s1600/P1050828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-If_HTXstCBM/TmtR42DPSsI/AAAAAAAABeQ/UFyLEAFb4NE/s400/P1050828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650700194490043074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Okay, like pfftt, I edited this picture a lil bit too much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After  long hours in the car, it was getting dark, and we passed the Penang  Bridge, and went straight up to our hotel. We stayed at the Tabung Haji  Hotel, Bayan Lepas. It was unexpectedly huge :O Y'know how I get  super-excited or hyper whenever I'm bored? Well, yeah, I was bored after  5 hours in the car like a tin of sardine! So, when we entered the  hotel, in my head I was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woah, besar lah weh! Lobi dia lawa ni! Mesti hotel mahal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ni!&lt;/span&gt;" lolol, jakon habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QulLnHZqIA/TmtR5wpO25I/AAAAAAAABeg/W2OUGFWim-Q/s1600/P1050995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QulLnHZqIA/TmtR5wpO25I/AAAAAAAABeg/W2OUGFWim-Q/s400/P1050995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650700210218654610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So,  for the evening, we rest up in our rooms. And later on, after Maghrib,  we went to my uncle's house. Oh, and we brought Lemang from my other  ncle's house. It wasn't that far from the hotel, so it took like 5  minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xTti7K4oOos/TmtUYE5RQQI/AAAAAAAABew/ZP3oJ-qi-os/s1600/P1050862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xTti7K4oOos/TmtUYE5RQQI/AAAAAAAABew/ZP3oJ-qi-os/s400/P1050862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650702930073960706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eJrgfcoWNqs/TmtUX4UVW_I/AAAAAAAABeo/zBg4GyUog2Q/s1600/P1050865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eJrgfcoWNqs/TmtUX4UVW_I/AAAAAAAABeo/zBg4GyUog2Q/s400/P1050865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650702926697815026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol,  okay. Ignore me and my sister's creepy excited faces xD So, we had our  dinner there. Lepak with my cousins and watched Nur Kasih The Movie.  Lulz, excited tahuuu~ At about 11, we went back to our hotel. Lol, I'm  excited because I got my own bed, and my sister had to sleep on the  couch, muahahaha. Sape cepat die dapat, sape suruh kau lambat :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2: Elevator Stranger &amp;amp; The nerd Glasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke  up early and get ready to Raya, hohoh. My sisters and brothers had  already went for breakfast at the hotel's lobby. So, I decided to went  down on my own since my parents are still getting ready. Had lovely  breakfast at the lobby..until my sister found an egg shell in her fried  egg. Oh god, why is it there? -.- After my parents joined us, my sister  and brother went up to their room. My mom and my other sis were still  eating, so I decided to went up on my own. Oh, so here's the story ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I  was going in the elevator, and as the door was closing, an old man with  a kopiah was like running for the elevator, so I hold up the door for  em. And then, on the way up he was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;Eh, kite sama floor lah!&lt;/span&gt;" Oh, okay pakcik, so I just smiled :P And then he chatted with me like "&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;Adik dari KL ke? Bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;" And when we got to the 3rd floor, which is where my room was, he's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ha, tak ingat bilik ke? Adik duduk bilik mana?&lt;/span&gt;" So, I pretended I forgot and said "&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uhh, 307 kot&lt;/span&gt;"  Well, in reality I was in room 308 :B I mean, why would I tell a random  stranger which room I was staying at?! Pak cik, pak cik ingat saya ni  budak tadika ke sampai tak ingat nombor bilik? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pak cik ni creepy lah T_T *nangislarilari&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back  to the real story-- So later on, we went to my aunt's house because she  was cooking breakfast for us. Yeap, we had two breakfasts that day,  hihih. Later on, we went beraya to several houses. Most of my relatives  aren't in Penang since they celebrate Raya at Kl this year. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haih, hangpa semua pi mana? Kami datang nak beraya, hangpa tak dak naa!&lt;/span&gt; Kay, that was such an awful Penang slang :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,  and then we went to Road Walk. It's like a second-hand stuffs place, lol. I  don't know what to call it, hahah. I remember the last time I went  there, I bought a coolio spectacles, so I decided to buy it again since  the last time I bought it was in 2009 and the specs tah ke mana dah.  Plus, I love Cameron's nerd glasses, so why not buy one? Instead of  wasting my money on a 60 ringgit spectacles, why not waste in on a 16  ringgit spectacles? Hahah~ So, after walking around the place, my mom  and I finally found a stall that sells spectacles. Ah, and they got just  the perfect glasses that look like Cameron's :D And as usual, my  brother yang excited lebih ade spec. I bought those specs for me, and  dia dulu yang pakai and camwhore with em. Tau lah you're jealous since  my specs are bigger than yours :P Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6AtV4oJCvLY/Tmtr-AbF40I/AAAAAAAABfQ/i7f0BoN2PCY/s1600/P1050877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6AtV4oJCvLY/Tmtr-AbF40I/AAAAAAAABfQ/i7f0BoN2PCY/s400/P1050877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650728870476112706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfmGB5IXPb8/Tmtr-RSg1xI/AAAAAAAABfY/WBmN5302Xgg/s1600/P1050880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfmGB5IXPb8/Tmtr-RSg1xI/AAAAAAAABfY/WBmN5302Xgg/s400/P1050880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650728875003533074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And  then, we went to the hospital, to visit my relative. We were starving  and so as we were heading back to my aunt's house to have lunch, we  decided to stop by Penang Road for some cendol. Yeap, my dad's favorite  cendol place, hahah. It was blazing hot and we were wearing our baju  kurung, so you can imagine how awkward we look like in the middle ofthe  street xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4e0mdtEq6Nk/TnBN7bOwzRI/AAAAAAAABfo/srKwn5C6sXY/s1600/P1050927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4e0mdtEq6Nk/TnBN7bOwzRI/AAAAAAAABfo/srKwn5C6sXY/s400/P1050927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652103215667268882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrKcimI8xJs/TnBN7-p8S1I/AAAAAAAABf4/-vew6N1zRcc/s1600/P1050932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrKcimI8xJs/TnBN7-p8S1I/AAAAAAAABf4/-vew6N1zRcc/s400/P1050932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652103225176509266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9JkctKdNO0/TnBN7t0Q56I/AAAAAAAABfw/ZUSI2ptMvX4/s1600/P1050926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9JkctKdNO0/TnBN7t0Q56I/AAAAAAAABfw/ZUSI2ptMvX4/s400/P1050926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652103220656400290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh,  and you see this picture up here^? Well, we ordered some food there.  And lemme tell you something about this stall and the owner. This stall  has been there since I can remember. And it looks exactly like it was 3  years ago. And and the owner is an old man, around 60 maybe? Everytime  someone wanna buy some fried mee, you just yell out "Mee goreng satu!"  and 2 minutes later, there it is on your table. He even sends it to you  if you're eating on the other side of the street. And he does it all by  his own! He doesn't even have an assistant or anything~ How cool is this  man? :B So, you might think it's just an old messy stall, but if you  try the food there, umpphhh, it's Penang-ly deliciious xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving  on~ So, we went to buy some fruit pickles, drove through Little India  and back to my aunt's place. Our evening was filled with nothing, and so  we just hanged around, had a nap, and watch TV at my aunt's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Maghrib, we went back to our hotel and so, my parents went to sleep and me and my sis watched the TV. '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya tahu apa anda buat Raya lalu&lt;/span&gt;'  was on, and no, that show wasn't as lame as I thought it would be. So,  because my parents were sleeping, we had to turn off most of the light.  The movie was funny, and there were like ghosts such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toyol &lt;/span&gt;and  stuff, so it wasn't scary. And then BAMF, a scene with a freaking  Pocong showed up and at first, me and my sister was like "Huh, pocong?"  and then we freaked out -"Tukar lah tukar lah! Mane remote?! Iqa, ambik  remote tu ha!" HAHAHHA. It was scary, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we had to move  to another room on another floor because there was a leaking pipe  accident on our side. Sheesh, we moved like a thousan room away from my  sibling's room :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the night, we continued our raya~ Oh, and we had food poisoning and stomach ache the whole night T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3- 1st September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWFeySTSARg/TnH3slK5m-I/AAAAAAAABgA/B0m06ehzM9I/s1600/P1050994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWFeySTSARg/TnH3slK5m-I/AAAAAAAABgA/B0m06ehzM9I/s400/P1050994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652571352590818274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  on our last day at Penang, we didn't go to our relative's houses or  anything. Instead, we had to go to my aunt's house and help her prepare  the food for my cousin's engagement ceremony. Yes, my cousin was getting  engaged on the 3rd day of raya. So, my Uncle's family, all the way from  Monterez, came earlier the night before, and my other relatives who  live in Penang arrived an hour later. After all the eating, chatting and  picture-taking, the ceremony began~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*pssst, my camera was out of batteries, so I only got some photos by my cousin's camera :B &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-UwHOxYBzU/TnImz2rXv6I/AAAAAAAABgY/prU4omIPgF0/s1600/llml%253Bm%253Bl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-UwHOxYBzU/TnImz2rXv6I/AAAAAAAABgY/prU4omIPgF0/s400/llml%253Bm%253Bl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652623154596003746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ygfuIKQruVc/TnIm0brTNzI/AAAAAAAABgg/ZRYmcoI3Q3E/s1600/P1060003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ygfuIKQruVc/TnIm0brTNzI/AAAAAAAABgg/ZRYmcoI3Q3E/s400/P1060003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652623164527818546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOHsvRl5_Xs/TnImzrKR1nI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Yt2ZOQvp7q8/s1600/%253Bl%2527k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOHsvRl5_Xs/TnImzrKR1nI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Yt2ZOQvp7q8/s400/%253Bl%2527k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652623151504414322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I  don't have any pictures of the real engagement, so there's just  pictures of my relatives and so. It was just a small ceremony, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tadaaa &lt;/span&gt;they were engaged! Yeay, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-486ntKgmLm0/TnH3s3Te4QI/AAAAAAAABgI/mxSZTUORaIQ/s1600/P1060021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-486ntKgmLm0/TnH3s3Te4QI/AAAAAAAABgI/mxSZTUORaIQ/s400/P1060021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652571357458653442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  so, it was time to go home. Lepas salam salam, and getting duit raya,  hihih, we went back to the hotel. And at 3 or so, we left the hotel and  head back to Selangor :D Oh, and it was Thursday, and colleges peeps are  heading back to their college, so there was an awful massive traffic  jam! But, it was pretty cool. The higway was all pitch black and was  lightened up by the cars' lights. And thousands of stars were shining  brightly above the night sky :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also stopped by at uh,  somewhere otw back home, to meet my parent's friends. It was 11  something by the time we arrived their house! And so, we had a lil chat,  a lil snack, and off we went, back on the road and stopped by a mosque  near the toll for our prayers. Oh, and while I was at my parent's  friend's house, I got bit by their pet hamster -.- But that's another  whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p1Qa6mS9HVA/TnIyXew9GyI/AAAAAAAABgw/NBS29tq4Y6g/s1600/P1060023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p1Qa6mS9HVA/TnIyXew9GyI/AAAAAAAABgw/NBS29tq4Y6g/s400/P1060023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652635861280168738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So,  at about 12.30, my mom woke us up, saying we've arrived at the Burger  King drive-thru, so  we ordered burgers and stuff. And, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;,  we arrived home at about 1 a.m. So, we enjoyed our burger and watched  some TV, and head to bed. While everyone had gotten to their rooms, I  was laying in the living room with my laptop. I went to bed around 3 in  the morning, hihih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it, time tu malam Jumaat and I stayed up until 3 or so in the morning.  Kinda creepy, woh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuhh, finally, I've finished this freakin post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;"&gt;Off to bed now, lovelies :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*all pictures are copyrighted by sukahati sayelah*&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/2831626882038025371-582052583741494878?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/582052583741494878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/582052583741494878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/penang-mariii-d.html' title='Penang Mariii :D'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnD-kb4cCjQ/TmsiOPuOXdI/AAAAAAAABdo/YTfjKGoG7GM/s72-c/P1050733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-5507550532529217655</id><published>2011-08-29T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:56:42.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Ramadhan :')</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLrG7sTfrW8/TltrjfoaetI/AAAAAAAABdY/hhvzf0MZjl0/s1600/P1050723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLrG7sTfrW8/TltrjfoaetI/AAAAAAAABdY/hhvzf0MZjl0/s800/P1050723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646224815369648850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wrote this on Friday, since I was bored because most of my friends didn't come :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Howdy y'all~ Sorry I haven't been updating much. I've been a game-freak lately. Oh oh, I've got in &lt;a href="http://pottermore.com/"&gt;Pottermore&lt;/a&gt;!  What's that? Just some cool Harry Potter game by Jk Rowling. And just  as I was over Pottermore, Aimi lead me to another game called &lt;a href="http://poptropica.com/"&gt;PopTropica&lt;/a&gt;. And I got addicted, again -.-&lt;/span&gt; *Psst, click at the game name to play :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway,  Ramadhan may end tonight, so I hope you guys had done all the good  deeds you can :B Annnd, I know it might be late, since most of you are  probably at your hometown or busy preparing your Raya things. But, I  just wanna wish all the Muslims out there;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Maaf Zahir dan Batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aya ingin meminta maaf sekiranya saya&lt;br /&gt;menyinggung perasaan, menyakitkan hati atau&lt;br /&gt;terputar belitkan fakta di blog ini.&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya tiada manusia yang sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tolonglah halalkan makan minum, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;percakapan, dan ampunkanlah perbuatan salah saya :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saya tau saya skema, hihih. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, kepada semua yang menyambut Hari Raya Aidilfitri;&lt;br /&gt;yang berkemungkinan akan jatuh pada hari esok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drive elok-elok, and I hope you arrive safely to your destination.&lt;br /&gt;Take care, dan semoga dapat banyak duit raya, hahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll  be celebrating Raya at Kl and later on down to Penang this time :D So,  yeah, I'll be posting a looooooooong entry soon enough :D&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I hope you enjoy your Raya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-5507550532529217655?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5507550532529217655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5507550532529217655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/goodbye-ramadhan_29.html' title='Goodbye, Ramadhan :&apos;)'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLrG7sTfrW8/TltrjfoaetI/AAAAAAAABdY/hhvzf0MZjl0/s72-c/P1050723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-1782707822540586088</id><published>2011-08-17T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T01:46:13.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dameron ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2lknsNufSw/Tkt1iif1TqI/AAAAAAAABdI/y_MD7spPfYY/s1600/the%2Bglee%2Bproject.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2lknsNufSw/Tkt1iif1TqI/AAAAAAAABdI/y_MD7spPfYY/s400/the%2Bglee%2Bproject.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641732194448002722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, recently, I've been watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Glee Project&lt;/span&gt; -which is the coolest show ever, lol, I'm over exaggerating-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wait, wait, what's 'The Glee Project'?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;explainingasfastasIcanlikethedudeongleewhorewindthelastepisode&lt;/span&gt;*Oh, 'The Glee Project' is a talent/personality search show and the contestants must sing and act in music videos or such  and at each episode, 3 person will be rated as the lowest 3 and one of them will be out and the contestant who won will  inspire the writer to write a new character based on their own personality on Glee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite peeps are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Damian &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Cameron &lt;/span&gt;:D Who's that? Oh, just these two &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cuties &lt;/span&gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ymLLNVQEMw/TkzP5yCt6TI/AAAAAAAABdQ/YT2C6Q4q0IU/s1600/tumblr_ln9hz7hhzA1qf1xsfo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ymLLNVQEMw/TkzP5yCt6TI/AAAAAAAABdQ/YT2C6Q4q0IU/s400/tumblr_ln9hz7hhzA1qf1xsfo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642113024781052210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBv7O9kHLQs/TktsP0jga5I/AAAAAAAABc4/eGtr6jOhnTQ/s1600/the-glee-project-cameron-damian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBv7O9kHLQs/TktsP0jga5I/AAAAAAAABc4/eGtr6jOhnTQ/s400/the-glee-project-cameron-damian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641721977273084818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damian Mcginty (left) Cameron Mitchell (right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Comel kan? LOL, gatai naaa~ HAHAH. But seriously, look at those faces xD Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and they're both good friends :B Damian's from Ireland and his Irish accent is so cool. I've heard people talking with Irish accent before, but his accent is just too addictive. I don't even know why! And he's foolishly funny, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and check out Cameron's videos -&amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/cameronmitchellmusic"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt; AHHHHH, his music videos! His original songs! AHHHHHH! Hysterical fangirl mode : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ON  &lt;/span&gt;He's such a cool nerd :P&lt;br /&gt;And duhhh, they're both super-duper talented, so can I meet them both? Like now?  Pleaaaassseee? Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glee &lt;/span&gt;project contestants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-URaNw0LfbUM/TktxQBHhNbI/AAAAAAAABdA/0yj-aAuC82g/s1600/l%2527%253Bk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-URaNw0LfbUM/TktxQBHhNbI/AAAAAAAABdA/0yj-aAuC82g/s400/l%2527%253Bk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641727478203495858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I've only watched 2 episodes and as far as I know, 2 contestants are out! But on Youtube, Cameron announced that he is out of the show, so that means Cameron isn't the new character on Glee :( Alaaaaaa. However, Damian is still in, and I do hope he win. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hihih :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, forgot to tell you- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;tomorrow's my exam. &lt;/span&gt;And I haven't even study one bit.&lt;br /&gt;I totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt;. Syamiera called me asking me whether I've study or not, and that's when I remembered, lol. I'm such a lazy ass. If I got bad grades again, mom will be like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ha, I told you so! All day long you've been sitting in front of that computer! Facebook, facebook facebook!" &lt;/span&gt;HAHAH, I'm not even on facebook, it's more like Tumblr, Youtube, Blogging :P Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Have a pleasant day, folks! Byeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-1782707822540586088?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1782707822540586088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1782707822540586088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/glee-project-d.html' title='Dameron ;D'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2lknsNufSw/Tkt1iif1TqI/AAAAAAAABdI/y_MD7spPfYY/s72-c/the%2Bglee%2Bproject.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-4637874355752118400</id><published>2011-08-14T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T14:09:58.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks passed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo1qyycS3W1qbu1qwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 285px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo1qyycS3W1qbu1qwo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tempting gila :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, have you guys noticed, its been 2 weeks of Ramadhan already? :O And that means, there's 2 more weeks left till RAAAYAA ;D Wheeeeee~ Can't wait! But, let's enjoy Ramadhan while we can, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally come back to Tarawih after being missing for 4 days :D But, Aida can't attend tarawih, so I'm forever alone *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crawlintoacornerandcry&lt;/span&gt;* HAHAH, she'll be back soon- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you better come, Aida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the other day, I was sitting alone at the back of the mosque with those lil kids running around and playing, and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; this one kid was staring at me all the time.&lt;/span&gt; So, I text Aida to make me feel less awkward :P She asked me to kill that girl -.- Here's the thing with us- we hate every kid in that mosque. LOL, we're crazy that's why. HAHAH, but mostly, it's because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;those kids are annoying. &lt;/span&gt;They sat infront of me stared at me, and then look at my phone as if that thing was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talking robot &lt;/span&gt;or something. It's creeping me out T_T Although, there are some of them that's cute. The little ones. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They wave at me, hihih, shoo cute :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, so what am I babbling here? Sheesh. Takde motif xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, tadi dah semangat nak buat semua homework. Yeah rite. I haven't even hold a pencil this weekend. Dahlah banyak homework  -.- Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lovelies &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-4637874355752118400?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4637874355752118400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4637874355752118400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/2-weeks-passed.html' title='2 weeks passed!'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-4957432189950747039</id><published>2011-08-11T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:10:28.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick. again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Assalamualaikum&lt;/span&gt;, peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm not blogging like I used to, sorry :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how's your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;? Great? Well, good!&lt;br /&gt;Mine? As usual, it's been ah-may-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zaaynng&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well, except I've been sick this week. I didn't come to school for 2 days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Demam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;panas&lt;/span&gt; :( I don't really know why I'm sick. I mean, on Tuesday, I was normal at school, and when I got back home, I got dizzy and so I slept all day long. Later on, after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Maghrib&lt;/span&gt;, my mom said my body temperature is so high and I can't go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tarawih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sebab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;larat&lt;/span&gt; :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing is, I'm getting better! Of course I'm still kinda dizzy and stuff, but yeah I'm hyper as usual. I've been lying and sleeping since Tuesday evening till this morning. It's really boring. And now, my mom is getting feverish because of me. So is my brother. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wadduuh&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I'm gonna get my homework done, because I haven't done any of my homework since Tuesday :P &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;aiihh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;banyak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gila&lt;/span&gt; homework! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Koraaaang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tiru&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye dearies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-4957432189950747039?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4957432189950747039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4957432189950747039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/sick-again.html' title='Sick. again.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-2258453792035177596</id><published>2011-08-04T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T17:53:18.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want a punch, classmates? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*this is officially for my classmates, you may be lost in something as there are some sort of ridiculous  confidential gossips in my classroom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;AHHHHH, KORANG KORANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;KITE JADI PENOLONG! KITE JADI PENOLONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum~ tak jawab dosa :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye, sangat tragis. I'm the new class assistant -.-&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not as excited as I seem to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I've always wanted to be someone in my class. Unfortunately, no one wanted to pick me, lol, pathetic gila.&lt;br /&gt;I may say, I feel kinda excited - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;finally, my dream is coming true&lt;/span&gt;eee, wooo~ But I know why my classmates are picking me as the new class assistant, and well, I HATE THEMMM. They're so meaaaan Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;votings : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haziqah (10 votes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jazmin (8 votes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iffah (4 votes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;KENAPA BUKAN JAZMIN?! KENAPAAAA. *nangislarilaribuatdramasinetron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you guys must be thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"apekejadah sekolah die ni, dah nak habis tahun, baru nak pilih penolong kelas?" &lt;/span&gt;HAHAH, well, our old class assistant, Shumu, dah jadi pengawas percubaan. And so, our teacher, Cikgu Norma finally made a voting event after been desperately asked by us :P Yes, I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"CIKGU, BILA NAK LANTIK PENOLONG BARU?"&lt;/span&gt; Ha, hambik kau, sekarang dah jadi penolong kelas dah teruiihh, nak sangat kan? Padan muka hang! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I hate the most with being a class assistant is that I have to be nice, I have to follow the rules and blah blah blah. How, maaaan? Dahlah selalu datang lambat, kena denda, tulis nama, selalu hantar buku lambat, kerja tak siap. Maluuu je nak jadi penolong :3 And I don't even know what class assistants do! I do know there's a load of work to do, though. So, HELPP MEHHHH D: Shumu, sila lah berikan tunjuk ajar kepada saya! HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WOI KAMIL. KAU TU KETUA, BUAT KERJA! RAJIN-RAJIN KAN LAH DIRI ANDA! KAU TAK BUAT KERJA, SIAP KAUUUU! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Muahahahah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Penolong lagi gedik daripada ketua :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's all for today. Wish me luck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hopefully I wont smash someone's head. HAHAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves, xoxo. Muahhh. &amp;lt;--- AHAHAH, nak jadi gedik sekejap xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-2258453792035177596?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2258453792035177596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2258453792035177596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/want-punch-classmates.html' title='Want a punch, classmates? :)'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-5327864402529226744</id><published>2011-07-31T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T13:53:02.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan, here it comes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ahh, sorry! I accidentally deleted the 'achoo!' post, mannnn -.-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Assalamualaikum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I just wanna wish you guys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Selamat  menyambut Ramadhan, folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;May our sins be forgiven and may our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rewards  be multiplied on this holy month :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a great Ramadhan! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I've told you guys like plenty times, but I just can't wait to have sahur tomorrow :) Ahhh, it's just, well, it's hard to explain. It's just so much fun, hihih. Semangat lebih :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;This is kinda corny, but I feel like crying whenever I read a status welcoming Ramadhan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEBJYfLnodo/TjVp0cEz4GI/AAAAAAAABcY/WvqkIxEu-Ww/s1600/lfcm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEBJYfLnodo/TjVp0cEz4GI/AAAAAAAABcY/WvqkIxEu-Ww/s400/lfcm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635526858334527586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWKToZcYzl0/TjVp0pLaHNI/AAAAAAAABcg/hOUANgsb2WE/s1600/%2527lfe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWKToZcYzl0/TjVp0pLaHNI/AAAAAAAABcg/hOUANgsb2WE/s400/%2527lfe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635526861851860178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...Assalamualaikum :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-5327864402529226744?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5327864402529226744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5327864402529226744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramadhan-here-it-comes.html' title='Ramadhan, here it comes!'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEBJYfLnodo/TjVp0cEz4GI/AAAAAAAABcY/WvqkIxEu-Ww/s72-c/lfcm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-5406480355230380151</id><published>2011-07-30T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T23:45:58.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday freedom :D</title><content type='html'>Hihih, woke up this morning to the smell of baked cookies and durian, woo :B&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late, since it was raining, I slept throughout the morning.&lt;br /&gt;It was really, the best morning I've ever had, by far :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangun2 je, basuh muka, terus pergi dapur :D Turns out, my parents were baking cornflakes cookies and preparing durian cake. And my sister was preparing spaghetti, wee, food heaven baby ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jpDxBDi59NI/TjQgowI5DzI/AAAAAAAABbo/_JtIUX-raYY/s1600/P1050474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jpDxBDi59NI/TjQgowI5DzI/AAAAAAAABbo/_JtIUX-raYY/s400/P1050474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635164918236385074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSHWIOo8FuI/TjQldDhjj5I/AAAAAAAABcA/wpIUtkVBw24/s1600/P1050490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSHWIOo8FuI/TjQldDhjj5I/AAAAAAAABcA/wpIUtkVBw24/s400/P1050490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635170214839816082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were going to visit my sister at MRSM, Melaka. So they were cooking delicious food for her. I was gonna go, but I haven't had a bath yet, so yeah :P And so, they left with ze food. My mom made a lot of cookies for us, but as usual, by evening the cookies jar was already half empty, hohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on Friday, my dad bought durian. And when my bro and dad came back from Melaka, they bought durians, again! Along with some rambutan :D I didn't eat it though, since I was sick the other day. My parents ate a lot! Enjoy it while you can, since Ramadhan is near, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4tpPXP4QVbA/TjQldrrXyXI/AAAAAAAABcQ/yPXYKkQ595Q/s1600/P1050481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4tpPXP4QVbA/TjQldrrXyXI/AAAAAAAABcQ/yPXYKkQ595Q/s400/P1050481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635170225618405746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFK2UQJx8ls/TjQldUM45GI/AAAAAAAABcI/m9HFtRpMTDQ/s1600/P1050482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFK2UQJx8ls/TjQldUM45GI/AAAAAAAABcI/m9HFtRpMTDQ/s400/P1050482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635170219316536418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of Ramadhan, I just can't wait for Ramadhan this year! :D It's just so exciting; waking up early in the morning to have sahur, breaking fast with lots of types of food, going to tarawih and meeting my old schoolmates, preparing kuih raya, weeeeheee that's just so much fun ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm so busy this weekend, yet I haven't done any of my work. Sheesh, what's with the projects, teacher? Pity us, puh-leaaasssee D': HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late, so better off now or never xD&lt;br /&gt;Adios~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-5406480355230380151?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5406480355230380151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5406480355230380151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturday-freedom-d.html' title='Saturday freedom :D'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jpDxBDi59NI/TjQgowI5DzI/AAAAAAAABbo/_JtIUX-raYY/s72-c/P1050474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-3910445017655772882</id><published>2011-07-30T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T16:52:20.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitam Kuning Hitam Kuning ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTQBr8yWZgg/TjOj2U92tLI/AAAAAAAABYg/rzZA9SdRmP0/s1600/tumblr_lp2p55cyWk1qdtkd6o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTQBr8yWZgg/TjOj2U92tLI/AAAAAAAABYg/rzZA9SdRmP0/s400/tumblr_lp2p55cyWk1qdtkd6o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635027712507032754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this upper picture is from tumblr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Assalamualaikum :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Singapore won...-.- But, Malaysian team was like sooo awesome that night. Especially Khairul Fahmi. And the supporters were real cool. They were loud and just so freaking supportive on this match. Since that night, I had guest, I can't watched the television, so I watched the online live streaming thingy. It was cool yo, but it gets stuck real often. Before the match, everyone was like-&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45LjBxPMHnY/TjOhcN2I7-I/AAAAAAAABX4/d816hOBXdTQ/s1600/l%253Bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45LjBxPMHnY/TjOhcN2I7-I/AAAAAAAABX4/d816hOBXdTQ/s400/l%253Bd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635025064895770594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLcrIsXJZwQ/TjOh4HmYyoI/AAAAAAAABYA/iKEoSndhv-0/s1600/klm%253B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLcrIsXJZwQ/TjOh4HmYyoI/AAAAAAAABYA/iKEoSndhv-0/s400/klm%253B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635025544255425154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let the game begin! People on the facebook were getting really hype since the Singapore team was kicking our ass and Khairul Fahmi, our goalkeeper was like real pro~ HAHAH, so it was like-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAP_nBnj9gs/TjOkq7P58ZI/AAAAAAAABZA/fOA6gYEe7e4/s1600/l%252C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAP_nBnj9gs/TjOkq7P58ZI/AAAAAAAABZA/fOA6gYEe7e4/s400/l%252C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635028616136487314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6zkCyBZZV4I/TjOkqxgf2VI/AAAAAAAABY4/8lB2ZLNjY8E/s1600/l%252C%2B-%2BCopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 81px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6zkCyBZZV4I/TjOkqxgf2VI/AAAAAAAABY4/8lB2ZLNjY8E/s400/l%252C%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635028613521725778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PtWcCRrA5zo/TjOkqtpSs4I/AAAAAAAABYw/xVq0daCHxRI/s1600/l%252C%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 67px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PtWcCRrA5zo/TjOkqtpSs4I/AAAAAAAABYw/xVq0daCHxRI/s400/l%252C%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635028612484871042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, BAMF, Malaysian team goal! Woohoooo! The goal was awesome, it was so quick, the Singaporeans can't even do anything, HAHAH :D The Malaysian supporters were screaming, hugging, yelling, WOOOHOOO. HITAM KUNING HITAM KUNING BABY! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SMdgpr1lVgw/TjOmkzNWQFI/AAAAAAAABZI/X9082WblKpA/s1600/b%2B%2B%2Bklm%253B%252C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SMdgpr1lVgw/TjOmkzNWQFI/AAAAAAAABZI/X9082WblKpA/s400/b%2B%2B%2Bklm%253B%252C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635030709922316370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spoiling the mood, there's this stupid laser thing. Laser problems has been famously known in soccer games at Malaysia. Stop it! Grr, you guys are really disgracing our country. We're here to watch the match not watch some losers playing with laser -.- Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VbVwiERtvms/TjOmlMfyJWI/AAAAAAAABZQ/0ncHHtATz0c/s1600/lj%253B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VbVwiERtvms/TjOmlMfyJWI/AAAAAAAABZQ/0ncHHtATz0c/s400/lj%253B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635030716710528354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And oh, Singaporean players are such pussies. Kena sepak sikit, dah jatuh tergolek-golek. Ada yang jatuh sendiri pulak tu :P So, they're pretty much wasting the time -.- Hebat bebenor korang berlakon *clapclap*. You're cheating, that's what you're doing D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Tp01RyDuYo/TjO2v0phMaI/AAAAAAAABao/grIx3WfYdy8/s1600/fgchk%253Bl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Tp01RyDuYo/TjO2v0phMaI/AAAAAAAABao/grIx3WfYdy8/s400/fgchk%253Bl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635048491473514914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second half game started, and it was going okay and then BOOM, the Singapore team strike a goal -.- I was like NOOO.  HOW? WHAT? WHEN? And everyone was-&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-proOpA3otYw/TjOh4fOd7jI/AAAAAAAABYI/uE_ZoRGqt7c/s1600/%253Bl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-proOpA3otYw/TjOh4fOd7jI/AAAAAAAABYI/uE_ZoRGqt7c/s400/%253Bl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635025550597549618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What happened? *cries* - HAHAH, I didn't cry :P I went all crazy like "WHAAT? NOOOOOO!!! MAAA, SINGAPORE GOAL! NOOOO!!! EIII!" Hahaha, way overreacting :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match went on. And the Singapore team kept pretending. The goalkeeper entertained us with another Singaporean drama; The ball hits his head, and so he delayed the game with  complaining about his head getting "hurt", and finally when he got a yellow card, he got mad and continued the game as if nothing happened. Wuuut? Lepas dah kena kad kuning, dah tak sakit kepala dah, bang? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woah, it's a miracle :O &lt;/span&gt;Ha, hambik kau, terus kena kutuk dengan Malaysians-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S-pfRwieDow/TjO2vu_jrnI/AAAAAAAABag/vhZA0EFVSNk/s1600/bnkl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S-pfRwieDow/TjO2vu_jrnI/AAAAAAAABag/vhZA0EFVSNk/s400/bnkl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635048489955339890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l3ABppSGEQM/TjO2vWkoPeI/AAAAAAAABaY/PaJ7RLwylFI/s1600/bnkl%2B-%2BCopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l3ABppSGEQM/TjO2vWkoPeI/AAAAAAAABaY/PaJ7RLwylFI/s400/bnkl%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635048483399941602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were nothing^ My wall was filled with people insulting, teasing and cursing Singapore team. Not a good idea to put it, though. There's just too much cursing :P HAHAH&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; poyo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after the goalkeeper's drama, the match was over. All of the pretending, the delaying and the awesome kicks were over as well :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lose, I know, but Malaysia team was so great. No, wait, they're awesome. They were greater than ever. So, Malaysians, be proud. Be supportive, at least we played it fair and square, ey? Syamiera went to the stadium, so I called her and she said the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malaysian supporters were real awesome; they were holding crazy banners, passing a ginormous Malaysia flag, screaming and yelling. &lt;/span&gt;I was hella fun, it made me wish I was there :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And for those Malaysians who insult our own team, don't be such a brat, complaining like "Ei, bodoh gila Malaysia! Ape ni, menang pun tk! Main macam tuuuut je!" SHUT UP! Kau dahlah Malaysian, and then kutuk team sendiri -.- Dahlah tak support Malaysia, nak bising pulak diorg kalah, bengong! Kau main tu hebat ke? Lemme see you play, tahtah sepak bola pun tak reti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what the facebook-ers have to say :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPVDTC--GEc/TjO9-TjyQ6I/AAAAAAAABbQ/sNU7S800y9E/s1600/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPVDTC--GEc/TjO9-TjyQ6I/AAAAAAAABbQ/sNU7S800y9E/s400/m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635056436870529954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LyneTA6DDQ/TjO9-qoYSnI/AAAAAAAABbY/sVOcnNo4_R8/s1600/kllm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LyneTA6DDQ/TjO9-qoYSnI/AAAAAAAABbY/sVOcnNo4_R8/s400/kllm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635056443063814770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dkxkVEp16uM/TjO9-md-DRI/AAAAAAAABbg/4WzQHs2zDNw/s1600/Untitled%2B-%2BCopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dkxkVEp16uM/TjO9-md-DRI/AAAAAAAABbg/4WzQHs2zDNw/s400/Untitled%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635056441946410258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOYEAH &lt;/span&gt;:D &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't wanna be rude, so &lt;/span&gt;Congratulations Singapore :) No hard feelings, okay Singaporeans? You've won it, anyway, so yeaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This.is.the.third.time.I've.did.this.post because my laptop died and the changes were lost -.- So boo you, laptop. Bad lappy, bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-3910445017655772882?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3910445017655772882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3910445017655772882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/hitam-kuning-hitam-kuning.html' title='Hitam Kuning Hitam Kuning ♥'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTQBr8yWZgg/TjOj2U92tLI/AAAAAAAABYg/rzZA9SdRmP0/s72-c/tumblr_lp2p55cyWk1qdtkd6o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-397108693583995706</id><published>2011-07-24T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T21:56:49.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows : Part 2 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJG26pp-J8g/TivtYmyu15I/AAAAAAAABW4/kP84OErh9AI/s1600/110724-171142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJG26pp-J8g/TivtYmyu15I/AAAAAAAABW4/kP84OErh9AI/s400/110724-171142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632856765942912914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh, yeap, sangat lembab, but I've watched it, finally :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It  was all magical and amazing, but mostly sorrowful and sad. It's the end  of the world greatest era :\ I curled up and cried while watching the  movie. My favorite twin died, Hogwarts was destroyed and - well,  everything was falling apart. But, just like every HP movies, it was  incredibly, extraordinarily, magically, unforgettably awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  thank youJK Rowling for giving us the best of imagination. Thank you  Harry, Ron and Hermione for giving us the best adventures. And thank you  Hagrid,  Ginny, Luna, Neville, Fred, George, Draco, Seamus, Sirius,  Remus, Snape, James, Lily, Dumbledore and each and every one of you for  everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Hogwarts, goodbye &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gryffindor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ravenclaw&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hufflepuff &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Slytherin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnytijUKrC1qkkq14o1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 490px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnytijUKrC1qkkq14o1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnzblnWd8Z1ql14p7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 526px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnzblnWd8Z1ql14p7o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not really goodbye after all :)&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/2831626882038025371-397108693583995706?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/397108693583995706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/397108693583995706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-not-really-goodbye-after-all.html' title='Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows : Part 2 :)'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJG26pp-J8g/TivtYmyu15I/AAAAAAAABW4/kP84OErh9AI/s72-c/110724-171142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-6347296620499571780</id><published>2011-07-24T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T01:39:13.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusually late.</title><content type='html'>So, I was watching videos on Youtube, and I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"uhm, it's getting late. what time is it?"&lt;/span&gt; And BAMF, it's 1.22 a.m. I mean, I thought it was still 11 or something since people are still on Facebook and I don't feel rather sleepy. I don't usually stay up this late, sheesh, jakon betul stay up lambat :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I've been missing for quite awhile. This week have been okay~ Oh, and yesterday, well on Friday, as usual, we were on duty at the Cosmart. And Syamimi brought her phone that evening, so we danced to 'Party Rock Anthem' and 'Gee' :P And and, thank you Kamil, for the 3 ringgits, hahah. You lose the bet :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a shout-out to my friends, the birthday girls on July :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;NURUL IFFAH &amp;amp; NUR SYAMIERA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;P.s: Did you guys know that Amy Winehouse is dead? :O shocking. &lt;/span&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/2831626882038025371-6347296620499571780?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6347296620499571780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6347296620499571780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/unusually-late.html' title='Unusually late.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-6447528695071316254</id><published>2011-07-21T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T20:49:43.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loluwtOiEx1qajjdco1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 309px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loluwtOiEx1qajjdco1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly.&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/2831626882038025371-6447528695071316254?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6447528695071316254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6447528695071316254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-878310972472479267</id><published>2011-07-13T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T20:36:54.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potterhead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.heyuguys.co.uk/images/2011/03/harry-potter-deathly-hallows-part-2-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 575px;" src="http://www.heyuguys.co.uk/images/2011/03/harry-potter-deathly-hallows-part-2-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know what this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Deathly Hallows Part 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(If you've never watched Harry Potter, please proceed to other posts, since this is just too Potter-ish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And AHHHHH, tomorrow is the premiere, here in Malaysia! -which I'm not going since I don't have the tickets and I have school, sheesh. But oh well, I'm still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, you never thought this girl would actually love Harry Potter, don't ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, no, I don't like it~ Every time it's one TV, I'll be like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugh, Harry Potter, umm, cerita lain takde?&lt;/span&gt;" and I would watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything &lt;/span&gt;but Harry Potter. And once, my brother was watching it on HBO, and I joined in since my whole family was watching it -and oh, we were watching Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone- and ever since that scene where they left little Harry at the doorstep, I went "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man, this is so gonna be awesome!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" And it did! It was simply awesome, especially that part when Hagrid took Harry to Diagon Alley :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, since then, I've been a Potterhead ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, this week, I'm having a Harry Potter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marathon&lt;/span&gt;. I'm watching all the movies from Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone to Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows! Yeaaah :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, gotta off. Goodbye folks :P&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/2831626882038025371-878310972472479267?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/878310972472479267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/878310972472479267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/potterhead.html' title='Potterhead.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-6299997026236072113</id><published>2011-07-09T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:39:53.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H&amp;A's Wedding :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R8PsjQXm0hE/Thhi417AOhI/AAAAAAAABWg/t6-oAAlcqyg/s1600/P1040579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R8PsjQXm0hE/Thhi417AOhI/AAAAAAAABWg/t6-oAAlcqyg/s400/P1040579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627356463086189074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum :B&lt;br /&gt;So, I've told ya guys bout my cousin's wedding, haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;Since the bride wanted the pictures, I've decided to post this as soon as possible, heheh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pergh, padahal lambat gila nak mampus xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.06.2011 - &lt;/span&gt;We  left the house somewhere near 11, we had to take three cars, since  there were 3 families staying at my house ;) My bro and sis went to  their friend's house first,  and will join us later. So, here we go. I  sat with my little-annoying-cutie, Faiqah :D We arrived quite early -  all the other guests haven't arrive yet. Since it's their nephew's  wedding, my parents need to help around. Meanwhile, we took a table and  watched the nikah video on ze big screen :D As usual, Faiqah and I were  kecoh-ing around, haha. Took pictures here and there :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aaZ9LDrGv_c/ThgOF4xYpqI/AAAAAAAABPg/1yMgjG7P1iI/s1600/P1040453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aaZ9LDrGv_c/ThgOF4xYpqI/AAAAAAAABPg/1yMgjG7P1iI/s400/P1040453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627263228701091490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My other cousin, Irfan, stick with his PSP everywhere, sheesh.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1WzgOood9vQ/ThBhhmdY_vI/AAAAAAAABNI/YaDxqpVIZKY/s1600/P1040466.JPG"&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/-1WzgOood9vQ/ThBhhmdY_vI/AAAAAAAABNI/YaDxqpVIZKY/s320/P1040466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625103164473147122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, look at my dress :O Melampau bukan? Hahaha. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVj98V1TaO4/ThgOGOLj6LI/AAAAAAAABPo/-fFa0gJOadM/s1600/P1040461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVj98V1TaO4/ThgOGOLj6LI/AAAAAAAABPo/-fFa0gJOadM/s400/P1040461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627263234448025778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since  there was nothing I was supposed to do, I went to grab the food :D  Everything was delicious ;) I was about to eat another plate of dish,  haha, but soon enough, the relatives came. And the hall was already  half-full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbveRQPhscw/ThgOGguDFII/AAAAAAAABPw/PA1PKes75Ek/s1600/P1040464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbveRQPhscw/ThgOGguDFII/AAAAAAAABPw/PA1PKes75Ek/s400/P1040464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627263239424513154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom, as usual, asked me to take pictures here and there of all my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_PhyEGFUZE/ThgQYtKYj7I/AAAAAAAABP4/XEg0uzclH8A/s1600/P1040469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_PhyEGFUZE/ThgQYtKYj7I/AAAAAAAABP4/XEg0uzclH8A/s400/P1040469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627265751025487794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qbtb-Ck2vM/ThgQYyQ_CDI/AAAAAAAABQA/Nojt-nGlsME/s1600/P1040474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qbtb-Ck2vM/ThgQYyQ_CDI/AAAAAAAABQA/Nojt-nGlsME/s400/P1040474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627265752395352114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0C7uOSRH3k/ThgMvTPYBYI/AAAAAAAABPI/zQthYQRNjfc/s1600/P1040486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0C7uOSRH3k/ThgMvTPYBYI/AAAAAAAABPI/zQthYQRNjfc/s400/P1040486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627261741157582210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ze father of the groom~&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rg7x4NUDG5o/ThgQZM3UYHI/AAAAAAAABQI/DNKBJcfnAPA/s1600/P1040477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rg7x4NUDG5o/ThgQZM3UYHI/AAAAAAAABQI/DNKBJcfnAPA/s400/P1040477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627265759535456370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later, the Bride &amp;amp; Groom arrived. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pang pang pang &lt;/span&gt;*lol, tu bunyi kompang*&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pI2UHKh8EK8/ThgMw3_kglI/AAAAAAAABPQ/MKrnpi1IO84/s1600/P1040499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pI2UHKh8EK8/ThgMw3_kglI/AAAAAAAABPQ/MKrnpi1IO84/s400/P1040499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627261768203272786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzxjqFDFYog/ThgMxAOV5rI/AAAAAAAABPY/qx8TQZzWajw/s1600/P1040503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzxjqFDFYog/ThgMxAOV5rI/AAAAAAAABPY/qx8TQZzWajw/s400/P1040503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627261770412713650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5FyftxJQYs/ThgTQtF_ljI/AAAAAAAABQQ/iQmQPWLdDzY/s1600/P1040508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5FyftxJQYs/ThgTQtF_ljI/AAAAAAAABQQ/iQmQPWLdDzY/s400/P1040508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627268912103003698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w51lJCoWPSM/ThgX497jO_I/AAAAAAAABQw/6z-v2KW5pr4/s1600/P1040518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w51lJCoWPSM/ThgX497jO_I/AAAAAAAABQw/6z-v2KW5pr4/s400/P1040518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627274001863883762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right after the bride and groom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bersanding&lt;/span&gt;, my Aunt and Grandma came~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mbrfrBD99oA/ThgX4RWbI2I/AAAAAAAABQo/UBZR2HYHkY8/s1600/P1040511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mbrfrBD99oA/ThgX4RWbI2I/AAAAAAAABQo/UBZR2HYHkY8/s400/P1040511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627273989897003874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, the bride and groom went to the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makanmakan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;table, haha. I don't know what to call it :P My parents were invited to eat there too, lol, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bangga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRGBGSdum2Q/ThgX5K9qpgI/AAAAAAAABQ4/D5CUflYxass/s1600/P1040520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRGBGSdum2Q/ThgX5K9qpgI/AAAAAAAABQ4/D5CUflYxass/s400/P1040520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627274005362419202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ooCW5GaaBsE/ThgoRMkYpHI/AAAAAAAABRQ/sIR5rGljyZM/s1600/P1040521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ooCW5GaaBsE/ThgoRMkYpHI/AAAAAAAABRQ/sIR5rGljyZM/s400/P1040521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627292010296157298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there was this performance by some kids :B Zapin~&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X47GGNarBvE/ThgoQ9bhvfI/AAAAAAAABRI/HfLzvcTimtU/s1600/P1040524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X47GGNarBvE/ThgoQ9bhvfI/AAAAAAAABRI/HfLzvcTimtU/s400/P1040524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627292006232473074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6NXCK2SgwQ/ThgoRYqY2YI/AAAAAAAABRY/6ZTDDyyoPOM/s1600/P1040527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6NXCK2SgwQ/ThgoRYqY2YI/AAAAAAAABRY/6ZTDDyyoPOM/s400/P1040527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627292013542562178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bTdW4u1KRfg/ThgrKt6mTZI/AAAAAAAABRg/fOlML2H9e38/s1600/P1040531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bTdW4u1KRfg/ThgrKt6mTZI/AAAAAAAABRg/fOlML2H9e38/s400/P1040531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627295197523496338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While  my relatives talked, and took pictures together, my sis and I went to  the Surau to perform Zohor prayer with my mom. And right after we  finished praying my bro came and said they needed my mom for the family  picture. My sis and I went to the toilet, and joined my mom later. I  thought it was just a small family picture, about 9 or 10 people, but  WOAH, when I came back, the stage was filled with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnG45VG9q34/ThgrLvgAp1I/AAAAAAAABRw/pZIKjcNHGGQ/s1600/P1040534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnG45VG9q34/ThgrLvgAp1I/AAAAAAAABRw/pZIKjcNHGGQ/s400/P1040534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627295215128717138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penang &lt;/span&gt;family, to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singaporean &lt;/span&gt;family. And now, combined, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOM &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;(Try to spot me! HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lECohD32z_g/ThgrK-4HSNI/AAAAAAAABRo/FcaDCCEi4rY/s1600/P1040536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lECohD32z_g/ThgrK-4HSNI/AAAAAAAABRo/FcaDCCEi4rY/s400/P1040536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627295202076477650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7U6AWCvkoBg/Thg5IMCzIHI/AAAAAAAABSY/A4uRGyHVNXc/s1600/P1040539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7U6AWCvkoBg/Thg5IMCzIHI/AAAAAAAABSY/A4uRGyHVNXc/s400/P1040539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627310547234136178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6GKYywkoUpc/Thg5H7WhM_I/AAAAAAAABSQ/Kk5hA8NPkJw/s1600/P1040537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6GKYywkoUpc/Thg5H7WhM_I/AAAAAAAABSQ/Kk5hA8NPkJw/s400/P1040537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627310542753444850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riA0BrmUWKE/Thg5ItCPZyI/AAAAAAAABSg/84i__eBDtA0/s1600/P1040547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riA0BrmUWKE/Thg5ItCPZyI/AAAAAAAABSg/84i__eBDtA0/s400/P1040547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627310556090165026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkdZ5I4KjJc/ThhC0s2GNNI/AAAAAAAABTY/Uos6CIxf_Gk/s1600/P1040569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkdZ5I4KjJc/ThhC0s2GNNI/AAAAAAAABTY/Uos6CIxf_Gk/s400/P1040569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627321207558124754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-454m4o-8Glg/ThhENir2qBI/AAAAAAAABTw/ZEEwbL4rHXg/s1600/P1040542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-454m4o-8Glg/ThhENir2qBI/AAAAAAAABTw/ZEEwbL4rHXg/s400/P1040542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627322733839165458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh, how crazier can they be? HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we ate, again, ngeheh. My aunt was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ha, makan cepat! Nanti dekat rumah tu tkde makanan, hahaha&lt;/span&gt;"   So, yeah, I ate. And then, I was feeling hungry again, so nak tambah,   but the catering dudes semua dah angkat makanan tu. Forever hungry T_T   HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  also, posing and snapping pictures are common rituals among us, haha :D  Kakak aku, semua orang die nak tangkap gambar~ Oh, pfftt, nak  enter-frame jugak :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_fgqjVOqrE/ThhGo-0oJSI/AAAAAAAABUQ/nxVb-2xsF20/s1600/P1040549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_fgqjVOqrE/ThhGo-0oJSI/AAAAAAAABUQ/nxVb-2xsF20/s400/P1040549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627325404271879458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lACEsLMFq0Y/ThhGop7wobI/AAAAAAAABUI/v3dVmAxlpaQ/s1600/P1040550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lACEsLMFq0Y/ThhGop7wobI/AAAAAAAABUI/v3dVmAxlpaQ/s400/P1040550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627325398664651186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nc1kkIaO6Eg/ThhGpFFLKWI/AAAAAAAABUY/wQtAmFmJ79A/s1600/P1040553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nc1kkIaO6Eg/ThhGpFFLKWI/AAAAAAAABUY/wQtAmFmJ79A/s400/P1040553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627325405951895906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most  of the guest have already went home while we were posing on the  stage  just now, haha, but most of us, the relatives, hanged around and chatted   with the bride and groom and one another. Oh, hahahaha, I decorated  Faiqah with those decoration flowers, hihih. And, what on earth are the  boys drawing on those tissues. Yes, yes, my cousin is literally eating  those flower petals, die memang gila, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEwRnckfrLo/Thg8e9-ieSI/AAAAAAAABTA/fEQ0joJdeqc/s1600/P1040555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEwRnckfrLo/Thg8e9-ieSI/AAAAAAAABTA/fEQ0joJdeqc/s400/P1040555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627314237130045730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8JyTBf2AcLY/ThhEN9QRSKI/AAAAAAAABT4/VUqCzkl64Do/s1600/P1040560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8JyTBf2AcLY/ThhEN9QRSKI/AAAAAAAABT4/VUqCzkl64Do/s400/P1040560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627322740971227298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihboJAM2WUk/ThhEOCKy8TI/AAAAAAAABUA/vGVy44wsFj4/s1600/P1040563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihboJAM2WUk/ThhEOCKy8TI/AAAAAAAABUA/vGVy44wsFj4/s400/P1040563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627322742290444594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tna3RfQl1p4/ThhItVRWujI/AAAAAAAABUo/pHnioBUWj0Q/s1600/P1040571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tna3RfQl1p4/ThhItVRWujI/AAAAAAAABUo/pHnioBUWj0Q/s400/P1040571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627327678040685106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm3cCDRBM34/ThhItjIwe9I/AAAAAAAABUw/Dkfz6oJNIck/s1600/P1040587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm3cCDRBM34/ThhItjIwe9I/AAAAAAAABUw/Dkfz6oJNIck/s400/P1040587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627327681762720722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fEEWtdFNaYA/ThhIs9X8_2I/AAAAAAAABUg/sUZ4VmCepxs/s1600/P1040591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fEEWtdFNaYA/ThhIs9X8_2I/AAAAAAAABUg/sUZ4VmCepxs/s400/P1040591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627327671625908066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8BPYvcLY9-w/ThhC1Ik8-OI/AAAAAAAABTg/hzNGB1xGwl0/s1600/P1040592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8BPYvcLY9-w/ThhC1Ik8-OI/AAAAAAAABTg/hzNGB1xGwl0/s400/P1040592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627321215002409186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the decoration dudes was packing things up. And, you know, those decoration flowers are real, so my aunts were all like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ha, boleh bawak balik nii!&lt;/span&gt;" and they did. So did my mom, though, hahaha :D  My brother had to lift the heavy bouquet, and he was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just when I thought my mom won't ruined the day, she did&lt;/span&gt;"- Menggedik ah kau, angkat je lah! But then, my crazy cousins lift it up, haha, it looks funny.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZxQ9XkEBYc/ThhKFADhpkI/AAAAAAAABU4/0u4PxaCIT7I/s1600/P1040596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZxQ9XkEBYc/ThhKFADhpkI/AAAAAAAABU4/0u4PxaCIT7I/s400/P1040596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627329184174024258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FVbamMynXiY/ThhC1WKZ8EI/AAAAAAAABTo/i8A-nYmGplE/s1600/P1040600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FVbamMynXiY/ThhC1WKZ8EI/AAAAAAAABTo/i8A-nYmGplE/s400/P1040600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627321218649157698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After  the ceremony, most of the relatives went back to my Uncle's house -the  father of the groom's. Kinda like a big gathering :D While the others  follow my dad's car to the house, my siblings and I left a bit late with  the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pengantin&lt;/span&gt;'s family, since  our car was blocked and my brother needed to load in the flower bouquets  my mom asked for, haha. And tadaaa, here we go -to my uncle's house! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNPOvLJrfdU/ThhKF-J7P8I/AAAAAAAABVI/9XjaI46GHFU/s1600/P1040607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNPOvLJrfdU/ThhKF-J7P8I/AAAAAAAABVI/9XjaI46GHFU/s400/P1040607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627329200843866050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawa kan lawa kan? We played at the backyard, and everything just look so wonderful in the pictures, haha. Snapped snapped~&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eu5Q4WFuvic/ThhNa3TTF-I/AAAAAAAABVY/UeDRM_3CC38/s1600/P1040614.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-90040a3afwg/ThhNbWCJvdI/AAAAAAAABVg/COFORjH39bs/s1600/P1040614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-90040a3afwg/ThhNbWCJvdI/AAAAAAAABVg/COFORjH39bs/s400/P1040614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627332866565848530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PqS9HSFRyfs/ThhNapHcQLI/AAAAAAAABVQ/lQt8l1eMro0/s1600/P1040613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PqS9HSFRyfs/ThhNapHcQLI/AAAAAAAABVQ/lQt8l1eMro0/s400/P1040613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627332854508437682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  see these two boys? Well, one is a troublesome, and the other is a  game-addict, but when they're together, the whole house could fall down.  Kecoh habis :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YyAcu581mRk/ThhXU-A5IXI/AAAAAAAABVo/kM7neTzZ8xc/s1600/P1040623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YyAcu581mRk/ThhXU-A5IXI/AAAAAAAABVo/kM7neTzZ8xc/s400/P1040623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627343752155177330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  aunts and uncles are having tea in the kitchen. The boys and girls are  chatting in front of the TV. Me and the kids are playing outside, hihi.  And the bride and groom are having a photo-shoot session at the golf  course, right below the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NmITDGmac1Q/ThhXVEMW5qI/AAAAAAAABVw/8XdAGma1ODU/s1600/P1040627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NmITDGmac1Q/ThhXVEMW5qI/AAAAAAAABVw/8XdAGma1ODU/s400/P1040627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627343753813878434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZS8_uSLWmg/Thhd4cnBqgI/AAAAAAAABWA/DHlKagxn4zA/s1600/P1040628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZS8_uSLWmg/Thhd4cnBqgI/AAAAAAAABWA/DHlKagxn4zA/s400/P1040628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627350958733371906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dI5zJHJ0w3o/Thhd491ZMLI/AAAAAAAABWI/NwewkQQXuks/s1600/P1040618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dI5zJHJ0w3o/Thhd491ZMLI/AAAAAAAABWI/NwewkQQXuks/s400/P1040618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627350967652004018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNQuxVOtEko/Thhd5HHurZI/AAAAAAAABWQ/jdk1rUg2YfQ/s1600/P1040616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNQuxVOtEko/Thhd5HHurZI/AAAAAAAABWQ/jdk1rUg2YfQ/s400/P1040616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627350970144828818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCECAPeUWxM/ThhXVnzXhPI/AAAAAAAABV4/jepp47ak-V4/s1600/P1040630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCECAPeUWxM/ThhXVnzXhPI/AAAAAAAABV4/jepp47ak-V4/s400/P1040630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627343763372737778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And  so, after fooling around at the backyard, stuffing our mouths with food  and meeting all the long-lost relatives, we finally had to go home. We  said our goodbye and got to our cars. So, yeah, I'll end this post with  my brother's retarded expression, HAHAHAHA :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54boDD83aP8/Thhi4tRQYSI/AAAAAAAABWY/gAHml1sDiwM/s1600/P1040635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54boDD83aP8/Thhi4tRQYSI/AAAAAAAABWY/gAHml1sDiwM/s400/P1040635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627356460763603234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAH, Assalamualaikum :) Tak jawab dosa xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(all pictures are copyright reserved by Sukahati Sayelah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-6299997026236072113?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6299997026236072113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6299997026236072113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/h-wedding-d.html' title='H&amp;A&apos;s Wedding :D'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R8PsjQXm0hE/Thhi417AOhI/AAAAAAAABWg/t6-oAAlcqyg/s72-c/P1040579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-8633958984503783232</id><published>2011-07-04T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T18:19:17.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nenek :D hihi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assalamualaikum :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my Grandma's birthday, hihi. It was a huge fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived after Zohor and my Uncle was about to go home from my grandma's house, he was all like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ha, cik Lan nak balik dah ni&lt;/span&gt;" and then, we came out of the car with pizza, pasta and all kinds of food, and he was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FUUUHH! *looked at the pizza* Eh, tak jadi lah nak balik! Kite makan dulu, eh!&lt;/span&gt;" HAHAH :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C1W7e1dXGvw/ThEf2VsztcI/AAAAAAAABNw/oJAli2deDQU/s1600/P1050010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C1W7e1dXGvw/ThEf2VsztcI/AAAAAAAABNw/oJAli2deDQU/s320/P1050010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625312427960939970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ate everything, hoh, gemuk sungguh. And later, my sister and bro came. We hanged around inside, since it was quite hot outside. I was lying on the floor and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bang&lt;/span&gt;, I got bullied. Tengok ape kejadahlah my bro did to my tudung xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0wyQERQiDc/ThEf2yZxNSI/AAAAAAAABN4/jXN2GvSfZlY/s1600/P1050013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0wyQERQiDc/ThEf2yZxNSI/AAAAAAAABN4/jXN2GvSfZlY/s320/P1050013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625312435665712418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMAIGOSH, HAHAHAHAHAHAH, comel tak? comel tak? CAKAP 'YE COMEL' CEPAAT! Gila :P HAHAHA. Maluu dah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, my grandma suruh ambik mangga. Hihi, best gila. My grandma had plant the tree over 20 years, and now it's so big and fruity, wooo, bangga saye :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYyTcQ9rNWU/ThEkXi8c0kI/AAAAAAAABOA/Ns8y5EUu82E/s1600/P1050022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uYyTcQ9rNWU/ThEkXi8c0kI/AAAAAAAABOA/Ns8y5EUu82E/s320/P1050022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625317396498403906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bro is literally bengong, haha. Kalau ade mangga jatuh, die pergi sepak sepak so it won't fall to the road and get hit by the cars. Everyone who was passing by had that look in their face that said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ni pahal budak-budak terencat ni" &lt;/span&gt;We were indeed, retarded xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdcEZ5Mntmo/ThEkX_h0V6I/AAAAAAAABOI/Z27Xdad3axw/s1600/P1050024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdcEZ5Mntmo/ThEkX_h0V6I/AAAAAAAABOI/Z27Xdad3axw/s320/P1050024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625317404171327394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and I went back to the house to get a basket, and when I got back, one of the mangoes got hit by a car :( Kinda looks like poop, oh gosh xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afVJsaEYsms/ThEoW6qPhoI/AAAAAAAABOY/IKhu94vDOm4/s1600/P1050030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afVJsaEYsms/ThEoW6qPhoI/AAAAAAAABOY/IKhu94vDOm4/s320/P1050030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625321783731127938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then, one of the mangoes was rolling to the road, and this unknown Pak Cik helped us, so we decide to give him some mangoes as a return. But he just walked by, and my bro was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iqaaa, kejar die!&lt;/span&gt;" So, I ran like crazy with 3 mangoes in my hands and was like "PAK CIK PAK CIK!" HAHAHAH, and when I came back, my siblings were laughing like hell at me- my sister's face was even red :O They were like "HAHAH, camtu ke kau lari" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;senyap ah&lt;/span&gt; -____-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, my dad and my sister's friend came back from the mosque and helped us. My sister's friend took some of the mangoes, home. But in the end, we finally had lots of mangoes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jJA5XDg9pTY/ThEoXBdLmFI/AAAAAAAABOg/UoR4ixZ9P9k/s1600/P1050033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jJA5XDg9pTY/ThEoXBdLmFI/AAAAAAAABOg/UoR4ixZ9P9k/s320/P1050033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625321785555392594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my Aunt from Sabah send us some cheese tarts :D Her friend send it, though.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; gila hape mu mak cik aku nak fly dari sabah semata-mata nak hantar makanan je :P&lt;/span&gt; Oh, yummy yummy :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dt-Zzw44H0k/ThEoXp5ZShI/AAAAAAAABOo/ju9BhY0c6AE/s1600/P1050036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dt-Zzw44H0k/ThEoXp5ZShI/AAAAAAAABOo/ju9BhY0c6AE/s320/P1050036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625321796411148818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so, we lepak-ed in the kitchen, ate lots of food, prayed, and finally went back. Ooooh, and I finally had a picture of my grandma :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wx5U6Z-YHdM/ThQ2NSN_O_I/AAAAAAAABPA/u4TGzqsv8vs/s1600/P1050043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wx5U6Z-YHdM/ThQ2NSN_O_I/AAAAAAAABPA/u4TGzqsv8vs/s400/P1050043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626181436349299698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-8633958984503783232?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/8633958984503783232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/8633958984503783232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-nenek-d-hihi.html' title='Happy Birthday Nenek :D hihi'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C1W7e1dXGvw/ThEf2VsztcI/AAAAAAAABNw/oJAli2deDQU/s72-c/P1050010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-1693114086491842989</id><published>2011-06-29T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:25:52.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same place, KEBABOOM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ya guys must be like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ehhh, ape kau merepek dekat tajuk entry ni?!"&lt;/span&gt; - And so, let me explain it to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; another weird accident&lt;/span&gt; just now.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apparently, an electric pole thingy fell on this one dude's car and the car crashed a house gate D: &lt;/span&gt;But, what's so weird about this accident? Well, you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Opposite from my house, there's this electric pole thingy. And as I can remember, since I moved here, there's been&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3 accidents involving the same place, the same pole including this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt;, huh? So, this is the fourth time an accident occur, there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only remember one of it, so my mom just remind me about this other accident which I can't remember  -since it happened when I was a little kid - Once, there was this accident, where this guy's car fell into a drain at 7 a.m. And another one was when there was these Chinese ladies who experienced the same accident as today's, at the same place! Oh, I still have the photo of the scene from my private blog :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;, my family are back from work before the accident happened.&lt;br /&gt;May &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;of us be protected :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Sorry, seems like blogger can't upload pictures at the moment :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-1693114086491842989?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1693114086491842989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1693114086491842989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/same-place-kebaboom.html' title='Same place, KEBABOOM.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-9172844080093718646</id><published>2011-06-26T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:27:34.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Sukan 2011 :D</title><content type='html'>Heey dudeees :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was 'Hari Sukan'. Reports? Lol, macam newspaper dah blog aku~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dt3WjlPjMrg/Tgbh6fvhCkI/AAAAAAAABJg/6z9Sr43NU6s/s1600/P1040771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dt3WjlPjMrg/Tgbh6fvhCkI/AAAAAAAABJg/6z9Sr43NU6s/s400/P1040771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622429579888101954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETsGHkxlRJ4/Tgbh6jrRKNI/AAAAAAAABJo/ZHiqnlTcWMo/s1600/P1040776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETsGHkxlRJ4/Tgbh6jrRKNI/AAAAAAAABJo/ZHiqnlTcWMo/s400/P1040776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622429580944025810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:40 a.m&lt;/span&gt; - I arrived late, we were supposed to come before 7.30 :P So, I met the others at the MPV &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;(kinda like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dataran &lt;/span&gt;at the back area of school) &lt;/span&gt;and they were all ready with the uniforms, and I wasn't :P They were having a little snacks because Kak Fadhilah asked us to eat before marching, so we won't faint and Nazuin brought Mars bar as breakfast, haha. The BSMM, Kadet Polis, Zuhal team and Bomba Squad were also practicing and getting ready there. Oh, and comel gila &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Zuhal &lt;/span&gt;pakai costume burung buat chicken dance, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wPjZ-ii2NUc/Tgbh7NLV5sI/AAAAAAAABJw/zoRZHbq6TNw/s1600/P1040774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wPjZ-ii2NUc/Tgbh7NLV5sI/AAAAAAAABJw/zoRZHbq6TNw/s400/P1040774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622429592084408002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we walked to the field and looky looky what we saw. A giant lion - eh, it rhymes xD&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_VVPZtCnOOo/TgblkbjhiTI/AAAAAAAABKA/y8hqgLmOSEc/s1600/P1040787.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1UI43FzrGpk/TgblkOt8GNI/AAAAAAAABJ4/vZHHFx39N-Y/s1600/P1040784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1UI43FzrGpk/TgblkOt8GNI/AAAAAAAABJ4/vZHHFx39N-Y/s400/P1040784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622433595407472850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, let the marching begin~ Qamarina and Puteri took the pictures because I was in the competition, so takkan nak kawad sambil tangkap gambor? xD  First up the Pandu Puteri squad, but sorry gambar takdok :P Next, Kadet Polis -  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyiQPXzqNTk/TgbmmD2YQUI/AAAAAAAABKg/dH8sJddorlE/s1600/P1040807.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_VVPZtCnOOo/TgblkbjhiTI/AAAAAAAABKA/y8hqgLmOSEc/s1600/P1040787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_VVPZtCnOOo/TgblkbjhiTI/AAAAAAAABKA/y8hqgLmOSEc/s400/P1040787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622433598853450034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's US! The Puteri Islam squad :B Ha, tu ha, sepanduk kitorang yang sungguh lawa itu! AHAHAHAH, tak malu sungguh aku :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9f0KzgOyyQ/Tgblk4JpRcI/AAAAAAAABKI/jgGVfWQCais/s1600/P1040789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9f0KzgOyyQ/Tgblk4JpRcI/AAAAAAAABKI/jgGVfWQCais/s400/P1040789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622433606529533378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pengakap peeps :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N88uzxnKQxA/TgbmluuHtaI/AAAAAAAABKQ/lK5cR3e-uaw/s1600/P1040793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N88uzxnKQxA/TgbmluuHtaI/AAAAAAAABKQ/lK5cR3e-uaw/s400/P1040793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622434720689665442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BSMM. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZ8w6tsTOwY/Tgbml_EmITI/AAAAAAAABKY/Luj_-kcFUFg/s1600/P1040798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZ8w6tsTOwY/Tgbml_EmITI/AAAAAAAABKY/Luj_-kcFUFg/s400/P1040798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622434725078901042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomba datang berlari-lari&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;AHAHAHAH, bengong :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyiQPXzqNTk/TgbmmD2YQUI/AAAAAAAABKg/dH8sJddorlE/s1600/P1040807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyiQPXzqNTk/TgbmmD2YQUI/AAAAAAAABKg/dH8sJddorlE/s400/P1040807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622434726361448770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, ze Kadet :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TwVrwUB3J90/Tgbn0q84fnI/AAAAAAAABKo/zdDV3cDZlGc/s1600/P1040813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TwVrwUB3J90/Tgbn0q84fnI/AAAAAAAABKo/zdDV3cDZlGc/s400/P1040813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622436076887506546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marikh team. Their mascot is a Bull, buat sendiri sehhh :O&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4u7yqmSxons/Tgbn0_yozpI/AAAAAAAABKw/OUvkP_bQReQ/s1600/P1040816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4u7yqmSxons/Tgbn0_yozpI/AAAAAAAABKw/OUvkP_bQReQ/s400/P1040816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622436082481680018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meow, the Musytari. Comel kaaaan? Sepatutnye harimau kan? tapi comel sangat :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XjyPNEyEjp8/Tgbn1RV8-ZI/AAAAAAAABK4/xqWGGQABq7s/s1600/P1040823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XjyPNEyEjp8/Tgbn1RV8-ZI/AAAAAAAABK4/xqWGGQABq7s/s400/P1040823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622436087193205138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni lagi comel! ZUHRAAAH. Abang Kimi as Supersonic, lol. Dah lah perut buncit xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oorfU-RJLEg/Tgbpo_YtJJI/AAAAAAAABLA/bqrMp4bXyaY/s1600/P1040827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oorfU-RJLEg/Tgbpo_YtJJI/AAAAAAAABLA/bqrMp4bXyaY/s400/P1040827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622438075237737618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, and Zuhal, with da Bird mascot. Ahhh, comeeel, diorang buat chicken dance masa hormat :D &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lhY3UGhs-s0/TgbppMuOEsI/AAAAAAAABLI/eu9wSI1cixY/s1600/P1040835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lhY3UGhs-s0/TgbppMuOEsI/AAAAAAAABLI/eu9wSI1cixY/s400/P1040835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622438078817637058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lastly, the Pengawas Sukan with da Giant Lion mascot :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PVMNf-EqVak/TgbppZtheqI/AAAAAAAABLQ/temT2fJiAmk/s1600/P1040838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PVMNf-EqVak/TgbppZtheqI/AAAAAAAABLQ/temT2fJiAmk/s400/P1040838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622438082304375458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'hormat' &lt;/span&gt;stuff for the PIBG, we had to stand at the field and get burnt by the freakin Sun while the Principal and guest of honor gave their speeches! Lebih setengah jam pulak tu -.- And and I counted how many people fainted. Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kinda &lt;/span&gt;fainted, diorang semua pening2 and then jatuh. Guess how many? More than 10 peeps had to sit down sebab dah rebah, gila tak :O And so, after the longest speech was given, we went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6TqKtEB7yE/TghjIsT_E2I/AAAAAAAABLg/zAQsaj_-1LI/s1600/P1040850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6TqKtEB7yE/TghjIsT_E2I/AAAAAAAABLg/zAQsaj_-1LI/s400/P1040850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622853135757153122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJmvWN8qaRM/TghjIUKjurI/AAAAAAAABLY/rGd4ywrrbHI/s1600/P1040849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJmvWN8qaRM/TghjIUKjurI/AAAAAAAABLY/rGd4ywrrbHI/s400/P1040849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622853129275161266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each of us got a coupon, lol, I got 3 though, I took Shumu's and Nabila's because diorang tak datang, teehee. The menu was Nasi Lemak and plain water xD I didn't eat, malas, AHAH, gedik :B Oh, and there were lots of stalls by other students. We went and buy some sort of stuffs. They were selling drinks, key chains, snacks and all.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, Kak Syu tak boleh blah- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Ha, ni budak Puteri Islam, tadi diorang terer kawad.*grab us to Pandu Puteri's stall* So kenalah beli dekat gerai kitorang!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvBgyrG-t1M/TghjJODhotI/AAAAAAAABLo/QQQ031u8RBk/s1600/P1040856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvBgyrG-t1M/TghjJODhotI/AAAAAAAABLo/QQQ031u8RBk/s400/P1040856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622853144814920402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later on, we went to padang, nak tengok acara balapan. And ohhh looook, so cute! Adik &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SUPASONICCC&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDy4eCZPUno/TghmnydCE8I/AAAAAAAABLw/Nt-Y8l7px78/s1600/P1040859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDy4eCZPUno/TghmnydCE8I/AAAAAAAABLw/Nt-Y8l7px78/s400/P1040859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622856968516539330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hanged around while waiting for the 3x100 m to start. Tengok phone Anis T :O Lawaaaa gilaa. She bought it at China! Wooowooo, I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwupM90EL5o/TghnQk5wPrI/AAAAAAAABMA/G9pbX_z7HeI/s1600/P1040862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwupM90EL5o/TghnQk5wPrI/AAAAAAAABMA/G9pbX_z7HeI/s400/P1040862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622857669253545650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and so, the competition start. Serious semangat gila the crowd. Semua orang macam&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; WOOOOO, GOOOO GOOO! &lt;/span&gt;And time 4x100, Kamil was in the competition, and everyone was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh, Kamil masuk? Wow, Kamil lari?"&lt;/span&gt; LOL, unexpectedly, the laziest guy in our class was in sports, AHAH, Kamil :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2obyxw_R204/TghmoP5sI5I/AAAAAAAABL4/GnbQ1ZYRJew/s1600/P1040869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2obyxw_R204/TghmoP5sI5I/AAAAAAAABL4/GnbQ1ZYRJew/s400/P1040869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622856976421364626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I went home early because my mom had some bussiness, lol. So, I didn't really watch the announcement on who won the marching competition. Menurut saudara Zakwan, first place goes to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PANDU PUTERI&lt;/span&gt;, second goes to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUTERI ISLAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, HIP HIP HOORAY&lt;/span&gt; :P Bomba, third, woah hebatlah :O Pengakap, fourth :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu sahaja dari saya, saya akhiri dengan &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="profileName fn ginormousProfileName fwb"&gt;Wabilahitaufikwalhidayah Wassalamualaikum Warohmatullohhiwabarokatuh :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-9172844080093718646?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/9172844080093718646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/9172844080093718646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/hari-sukan-2011-d.html' title='Hari Sukan 2011 :D'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dt3WjlPjMrg/Tgbh6fvhCkI/AAAAAAAABJg/6z9Sr43NU6s/s72-c/P1040771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-3877173935431773125</id><published>2011-06-24T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:03:48.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawad misery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7266476/5225646284_194f41248f_z_large.jpg?1298085956"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7266476/5225646284_194f41248f_z_large.jpg?1298085956" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum :)&lt;br /&gt;So, for all you SMK Lembah Keramat's students, tomorrow is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HARI SUKAN!&lt;/span&gt; Yeay -.- How fun -.-&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate the tiredness that it'll bring, but I totally love all the awesome preparations! Each and every groups are working on the uniforms, mascots, banners, etc. Lawa gila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I didn't even study in class yesterday and today because we had to leave class for kawad practices and to decorate the banner. Seriously, it was a huge fun finishing up the banner. We played with the glitter thingy, and buat jadi inai lah, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, be ready to see our kinda-awesome banner :D HAHAHHAH, tk malu bebenor :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, MAHARAJA LAWAK FINAL maaaaaan :P&lt;br /&gt;Bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-3877173935431773125?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3877173935431773125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3877173935431773125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/kawad-misery.html' title='Kawad misery.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-1554219866122524744</id><published>2011-06-23T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T20:35:35.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'lunch-lady' incident.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11121384/5862480809_407f8ed8eb_z_large.jpg?1308823265"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 239px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11121384/5862480809_407f8ed8eb_z_large.jpg?1308823265" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people~&lt;br /&gt;So, school's been interesting, so far. And tiring- because of the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hari Sukan&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span&gt;stuffs going on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and anyway, on Wednesday, most of my classmates stayed back, most of them had kawad. And so, as usual, we had lunch together. Puteri was eating this oh-so-delicious dish, so I was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puteri, awak ambik dekat&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; tempat cikgu &lt;/span&gt;eh?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;In case you're not in my school, the 'tempat cikgu' is like the teacher's lunchroom but students pun boleh masuk and beli makanan dekat situ, because some of the dish dekat 'tempat guru' tak ade dekat tempat makan murid. So, lots of students buy food, there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked Puteri to accompany me, and Munirah tagged along. But, when I got there, the rice was finished, and then one of the teacher said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dah habis ke? Pergi mintak mak cik kantin&lt;/span&gt;" And so we asked the lunch-lady. And then she muttered something like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ha, pergi ambik yang dekat luar tu blablablah&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kinda lost and confused, so we went to this other room, and we opened a container, tapi tak ade jugak nasi. And then the same lunch-lady came and she suddenly went mad like "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KENAPA NI? PERGI BELI MAKANAN DEKAT LUAR, YANG NAK BELI DEKAT TEMPAT CIKGU NI KENAPA? DAH, PERGI BELI DEKAT TEMPAT MURID!&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;snatch the plate I was holding&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; ISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, first, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why can't I buy there&lt;/span&gt;? I mean, most of the teachers are cool with it and we are definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;allowed &lt;/span&gt;to buy there. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second, why you gotta shout? And why must you snatch the plate I was holding? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rude &lt;/span&gt;much? Ergh. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mak cik ni tak suke aku ke hape sebenarnye? -.-'&lt;/span&gt; Taulah kitorang tersalah masuk bilik, but tak payah lah jerit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to our tables and Puteri was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Korang, Haziqah tk boleh beli! Mak cik tu tak bagi!&lt;/span&gt;" Diorang pun kecoh2 lah, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EI, PAHAL OH?  JOM KITE MASUK RAMAI-RAMAI!  &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHAH, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;sayang &lt;/span&gt;korang :P Aku lagi tk boleh blah, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ha, ni mesti kena masuk blog ni!&lt;/span&gt;" - And so it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok! Aku dah fobia nak beli dekat situ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-1554219866122524744?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1554219866122524744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1554219866122524744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-tired-of-all-this.html' title='The &apos;lunch-lady&apos; incident.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-7278167123314293165</id><published>2011-06-21T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T18:25:04.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-asMhelDd6_E/TgCZ3dTsm-I/AAAAAAAABJY/xkpb1GVvFts/s1600/asdfghjkl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-asMhelDd6_E/TgCZ3dTsm-I/AAAAAAAABJY/xkpb1GVvFts/s400/asdfghjkl.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620661512997477346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello &lt;/span&gt;there people! :)&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;dd style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Long time no see, heee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;Since I haven't posted in a while, I just wanna let you know that this blog is still alive. It's not dead, it's just &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;unconscious at the moment &lt;/span&gt;:P What have I been up to? Lots of things. The Singaporeans cousins came &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;because there was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;wedding on Saturday&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;my cousin's wedding -which will be updated soon, heheh :D And on Sunday, we had a huge &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Father's Day Celebration &lt;/span&gt;at my house with my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. I'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;See ya later alligator :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-7278167123314293165?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/7278167123314293165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/7278167123314293165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/whatever-you-do-will-be-insignificant.html' title='I&apos;ll be back~'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-asMhelDd6_E/TgCZ3dTsm-I/AAAAAAAABJY/xkpb1GVvFts/s72-c/asdfghjkl.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-3878478545489826635</id><published>2011-06-14T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:07:19.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polyvore Fashion ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fkL3XGZt10/TfdcFySCcyI/AAAAAAAABJI/C2eXczn8wo8/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fkL3XGZt10/TfdcFySCcyI/AAAAAAAABJI/C2eXczn8wo8/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618060314634515234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always thought that when people make this, they used photoshop. But noo, you can use &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/app"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;~ I was so excited when I created this one just now, heeee. I mean, I mean, it's simply aweshome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, ignore the edition's name. Merepek je. I didn't have any idea, and since there were floral prints, I just named it by that, lol. I'm a beginner, so be ready to expect more of this ridiculous fashion sets :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-3878478545489826635?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3878478545489826635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3878478545489826635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/polyvore-fashion.html' title='Polyvore Fashion ♥'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fkL3XGZt10/TfdcFySCcyI/AAAAAAAABJI/C2eXczn8wo8/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-6697890183124479992</id><published>2011-06-13T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:53:06.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived Day 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dzm8_BTO6uw/TfYCG5OTyEI/AAAAAAAABJA/D31hcrTFvBM/s1600/tumblr_kzes2o4TU21qaozqho1_1280_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dzm8_BTO6uw/TfYCG5OTyEI/AAAAAAAABJA/D31hcrTFvBM/s400/tumblr_kzes2o4TU21qaozqho1_1280_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617679902654580802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;imagine if this were our school uniforms, super awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GAHHHHHHH, SCHOOL HAVE STARTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate that. So how was your holiday? Bad? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, school's worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and sorry for being MIA lately :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay. Nothing special, just the same old boring thing. Nabila was absent, so that makes it &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a super boring day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and we got our test results today. So far, I got this :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sejarah : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;87%&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Booyeah!)&lt;br /&gt;English : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;73%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I got bad English results, lately, ergh)&lt;br /&gt;KHB : &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;77%&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Almost...almost freakin' A!)&lt;br /&gt;Science : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I almost got B, phew~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, wish me luck for my mid-year exam's result :(&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/2831626882038025371-6697890183124479992?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6697890183124479992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6697890183124479992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-survived-day-1.html' title='I survived Day 1.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dzm8_BTO6uw/TfYCG5OTyEI/AAAAAAAABJA/D31hcrTFvBM/s72-c/tumblr_kzes2o4TU21qaozqho1_1280_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-4455676794571086310</id><published>2011-06-01T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T10:13:30.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pahang Getaway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfGlocAJDuo/TfTM5DOKrWI/AAAAAAAABIw/LO_VeIKYR0I/s1600/P1030821.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwUNjy9n3fE/TeYsxRfFlII/AAAAAAAAA5I/uWP-0TnqDuk/s1600/JFE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwUNjy9n3fE/TeYsxRfFlII/AAAAAAAAA5I/uWP-0TnqDuk/s400/JFE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613223210582905986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TKde keje :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kay so, I just got back from Pahang. Which part of Pahang? No idea, can't remember, lol. So, I brought my little snapping friend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;DA LUMIX CAMERA&lt;/span&gt;. And, I snapped every moment :D Just for you guys. Lol, I'm just kidding, it's not for you guys, it's for my album, MUAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story; So, this is my first trip to Pahang except Cameron and Genting. I went there when I was baby, so I can't remember anything. I never knew, the road to Pahang was like a roller-coaster. Tulah, Geografi selalu tk dapat A, LOL. All the way up, I was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;WOAH, look at that, and that! So pwetttyyy, so green&lt;/span&gt;" :O Jakon gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8oY_Q6sTbc/TeY074qVj7I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/qR3lSHsZViU/s1600/P1030667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8oY_Q6sTbc/TeY074qVj7I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/qR3lSHsZViU/s400/P1030667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613232188990787506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8kfW5OO9vY/TeY08cC3WKI/AAAAAAAAA5g/PUjFrUQErzE/s1600/P1030672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8kfW5OO9vY/TeY08cC3WKI/AAAAAAAAA5g/PUjFrUQErzE/s400/P1030672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613232198488905890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6FJ196Q8lU/TeY08HxZ4VI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/mHxy_l5JTDA/s1600/P1030663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6FJ196Q8lU/TeY08HxZ4VI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/mHxy_l5JTDA/s400/P1030663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613232193046962514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fortunately, I sat beside the window, so I snapped a lot of pictures. And as we were going up the hill, my sister connected her thumbdrive to the radio, and when my bro played it, the thumbdrive was filled with Bieber's songs. LOL, she's a Bieber fan? :O &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Kejadah kakak aku ni &lt;/span&gt;-.- We even karaoke Glee's songs :D And then my mom saw the car next to us and she was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ehhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;", and everyone was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whaaaaat&lt;/span&gt;. You know what? My mom spotted her old friend in that car. And my dad gave signals and pulled over and so did the other car. My mom is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome &lt;/span&gt;:B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16F-TwGYDNM/TeY4SWinMfI/AAAAAAAAA5o/WN3DCaaIKLk/s1600/P1030680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16F-TwGYDNM/TeY4SWinMfI/AAAAAAAAA5o/WN3DCaaIKLk/s400/P1030680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613235873503457778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So they chatted for a few minutes and we continued our journey. Finally arrived, but we got lost and we can't seem to find the house we rented. -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;fyi, we rented this place for 2 days. My sister's friend own this house, and they put it out for travelers to rent for couple of days-&lt;/span&gt; Finally, we arrived. So here's the house;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSOcIfFdQSw/TedwgEWUKRI/AAAAAAAAA6A/dQRim2H2Dew/s1600/P1030708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSOcIfFdQSw/TedwgEWUKRI/AAAAAAAAA6A/dQRim2H2Dew/s400/P1030708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613579156766075154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqCzMI_vaLE/Tedwg0Rve8I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/y2Pe5YV9GS4/s1600/P1030704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqCzMI_vaLE/Tedwg0Rve8I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/y2Pe5YV9GS4/s400/P1030704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613579169631796162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Colorful ey? And look at the bed, I love it. It's so fun, lol :D But, I  didn't sleep there, instead I slept in front of the TV while watching  'Mentor' with my family, heheh. Then, orang lain semua masuk bilik D: Oh, and we were the first family to ever rent this house. They just renovate it 2 months ago. So, we unpacked our stuffs and have a rest. For lunch, my dad ad sis went to nearest stall to buy some local food. We ate at the floor in front of the TV, hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JUPwZxrQSrw/TedwgWn2CvI/AAAAAAAAA6I/lF3V0KOeG-w/s1600/P1030713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JUPwZxrQSrw/TedwgWn2CvI/AAAAAAAAA6I/lF3V0KOeG-w/s400/P1030713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613579161671437042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And after some rest, we head up to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mini MAHA Pahang&lt;/span&gt;. Lots of stuff you can't see in KL. And and at the second picture, they just stab the fruit with a pipe and if you need to drink, just turn on the pipe, pelik gilaaa, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--LXmRwhRRZg/TehCIzXTkmI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/lYgTjsDKuO8/s1600/P1030721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--LXmRwhRRZg/TehCIzXTkmI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/lYgTjsDKuO8/s320/P1030721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613809654511669858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ysc_HXsYc8/TehCJH4PpMI/AAAAAAAAA6g/vVG0Ti-iN7A/s1600/P1030726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ysc_HXsYc8/TehCJH4PpMI/AAAAAAAAA6g/vVG0Ti-iN7A/s320/P1030726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613809660018533570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uv4DDDldCP8/TehCJ8cRfqI/AAAAAAAAA6o/EiNWpqeCezE/s1600/P1030730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uv4DDDldCP8/TehCJ8cRfqI/AAAAAAAAA6o/EiNWpqeCezE/s320/P1030730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613809674128293538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4WZA8P4V6I/TehGoqArQBI/AAAAAAAAA64/inFC5Q22IoM/s1600/P1030738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4WZA8P4V6I/TehGoqArQBI/AAAAAAAAA64/inFC5Q22IoM/s320/P1030738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613814599803158546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zw1NPKnuGG0/TehGoCzpQvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/4v4hccanFBg/s1600/P1030732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zw1NPKnuGG0/TehGoCzpQvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/4v4hccanFBg/s320/P1030732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613814589279519474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3fv6vVWQNQ/TehGo-5XsNI/AAAAAAAAA7A/yOibHjgiI8Q/s1600/P1030739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3fv6vVWQNQ/TehGo-5XsNI/AAAAAAAAA7A/yOibHjgiI8Q/s320/P1030739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613814605409661138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and we stopped at this booth, and then suddenly the seller yelled out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Mari mari beli kitorg punye special kordial ikan patin tempoyak!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us was like whaaaat and we looked at each other. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ada jual kordial air tempoyak?!&lt;/span&gt; Ewwwwwww xD And then my dad asked;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh, a-ape tadi? Ade jual ape?"&lt;/span&gt; The seller : "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh? Oh  kordial special dengan serbuk ikan patin tempoyak&lt;/span&gt;" *muka rileks je* lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, then, we left MAHA, and head down  to the beach,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Telok Chempedak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. LOLOL, look at this. Otw to Telok  Chempedak, there was this signboard, it says go straight to go to Telok  Chempedak, and the signboard was on a T-junction -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_18wWzXoa9I/TezFTDULa0I/AAAAAAAAA7M/UvW_4IBrBTU/s1600/P1030744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_18wWzXoa9I/TezFTDULa0I/AAAAAAAAA7M/UvW_4IBrBTU/s320/P1030744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615079766522293058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What is this messed-up board thing doing here?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol, lets skip the babbling. So, the  beach was crowded, mostly because it was Sunday and school holiday. We  didn't swim, we just wen sight-seeing and did a photoshoot, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rfI8YZxxZ1E/TezFTg2rbXI/AAAAAAAAA7U/5WYMvKG94Ow/s1600/P1030755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rfI8YZxxZ1E/TezFTg2rbXI/AAAAAAAAA7U/5WYMvKG94Ow/s320/P1030755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615079774451625330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YtY04sofMbA/TezFUBZphAI/AAAAAAAAA7c/GDlJ8XcO6Jo/s1600/P1030758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YtY04sofMbA/TezFUBZphAI/AAAAAAAAA7c/GDlJ8XcO6Jo/s320/P1030758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615079783188235266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XbAj0GNuJjY/Te2Ji-rw61I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/yGvTrgdQAFc/s1600/P1030762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XbAj0GNuJjY/Te2Ji-rw61I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/yGvTrgdQAFc/s320/P1030762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615295544435993426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought that blowing-bubble thingy. Its sho cool. My siblings was like "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh, tak yah ah, dah tua dah blablabla~&lt;/span&gt;" but I bought it anyway :P And and, look at these &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;paintings&lt;/span&gt;, hebat kan? I don't know why these peeps aren't famous :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r9_JAGzHXvM/Te2EfC1KHxI/AAAAAAAAA7o/8b-TW2UtgbQ/s1600/P1030771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r9_JAGzHXvM/Te2EfC1KHxI/AAAAAAAAA7o/8b-TW2UtgbQ/s320/P1030771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615289979271520018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ChtEbDT6pkk/Te2JiYmoOrI/AAAAAAAAA8I/fVIn2tTnW6w/s1600/P1030784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ChtEbDT6pkk/Te2JiYmoOrI/AAAAAAAAA8I/fVIn2tTnW6w/s320/P1030784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615295534213905074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYwPLTcccu4/Te2Jh07y0kI/AAAAAAAAA8A/zaBSQMXXyyY/s1600/P1030788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYwPLTcccu4/Te2Jh07y0kI/AAAAAAAAA8A/zaBSQMXXyyY/s320/P1030788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615295524639003202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rU9ObFj084Q/Te2EmRQ5wTI/AAAAAAAAA74/RdLq1jQ7qA4/s1600/P1030789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rU9ObFj084Q/Te2EmRQ5wTI/AAAAAAAAA74/RdLq1jQ7qA4/s320/P1030789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615290103405068594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, farewell beach, we went to eat. Ahhh, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;fresh seafood, yummaaaaay&lt;/span&gt;. We went to this stall, which is really near to a beach. Its one of those place where you can pick what kind of seafood you like, and ask them to cook it your style, hoho. We ate this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72Gh_DulLiw/Te2LIFAvSoI/AAAAAAAAA8g/NO6dIeEUCZw/s1600/P1030799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72Gh_DulLiw/Te2LIFAvSoI/AAAAAAAAA8g/NO6dIeEUCZw/s320/P1030799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615297281301367426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTY_Q2eqrlw/Te2NMZWbXSI/AAAAAAAAA9A/rkBCs_sycEc/s1600/P1030808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTY_Q2eqrlw/Te2NMZWbXSI/AAAAAAAAA9A/rkBCs_sycEc/s320/P1030808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615299554503777570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from this to Sotong Goreng Tepung :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHv4Yy2ayCA/Te2LHobHuhI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/YuQ5RpRirwA/s1600/P1030798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHv4Yy2ayCA/Te2LHobHuhI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/YuQ5RpRirwA/s320/P1030798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615297273627392530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb0mQxSaM9M/Te2NLVC2OQI/AAAAAAAAA8w/MF0ZoWk8Od4/s1600/P1030805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb0mQxSaM9M/Te2NLVC2OQI/AAAAAAAAA8w/MF0ZoWk8Od4/s320/P1030805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615299536168040706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH, lawa kan gambar? Idk whats the name of this dish, sorry, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGD14YhPNzA/Te2LIu45dsI/AAAAAAAAA8o/5jNV5xYUrGI/s1600/P1030802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGD14YhPNzA/Te2LIu45dsI/AAAAAAAAA8o/5jNV5xYUrGI/s320/P1030802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615297292542768834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7JUr7PLhURk/Te2NL56Q-YI/AAAAAAAAA84/vQd5bRWMxeM/s1600/P1030807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7JUr7PLhURk/Te2NL56Q-YI/AAAAAAAAA84/vQd5bRWMxeM/s320/P1030807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615299546064157058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crab pun I can't remember the name of the dish :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXQBPMPEVVk/Te2NM_D3yFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/oa5TAoPVDZE/s1600/P1030813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXQBPMPEVVk/Te2NM_D3yFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/oa5TAoPVDZE/s320/P1030813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615299564626495570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tadaaaaaa, it dissapears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meleleh tak air liur? MUAHAHAHAH. Later, after Maghrib, we went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;nearest pasar malam&lt;/span&gt;. It was big, but nothing special, just the same like here. I didn't take pictures though, because it was night and I'm kinda scared of snatch thief :P Oh, and while we were walking from the parking place to the 'pasar malam; there was this place. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lotus park?&lt;/span&gt; Or something, can't remember. Cool ey? The flowers was big as woah. And people sat there, picnicking at night, lawwwwwl xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfGlocAJDuo/TfTM5DOKrWI/AAAAAAAABIw/LO_VeIKYR0I/s1600/P1030821.JPG"&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/-nfGlocAJDuo/TfTM5DOKrWI/AAAAAAAABIw/LO_VeIKYR0I/s320/P1030821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617339915727187298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No, I didn't feel like P Diddy, cause I was tired =.= It was Mentor final last night, but I fell asleep while watching, hahah. Woke up, had shower, get ready and head down to Cherating. Visit another beach,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the famous beach of Cherating :) &lt;/span&gt;We didn't swim here neither and again, we did some photo-shoot, heeeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ2URPLZpTQ/Te4CFfSuuiI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/3ar64DGMwEs/s1600/P1030830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ2URPLZpTQ/Te4CFfSuuiI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/3ar64DGMwEs/s320/P1030830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615428078700247586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6R0-wn8l9WY/Te4CGeBURuI/AAAAAAAAA9g/GHbbRnmBaEI/s1600/P1030836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6R0-wn8l9WY/Te4CGeBURuI/AAAAAAAAA9g/GHbbRnmBaEI/s320/P1030836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615428095538644706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnDvsFx6GWQ/Te4GL0wZFRI/AAAAAAAAA9w/qYG9NLj6teY/s1600/P1030837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnDvsFx6GWQ/Te4GL0wZFRI/AAAAAAAAA9w/qYG9NLj6teY/s320/P1030837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615432585587528978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z4EUZFnNFT0/Te4GLfLf5hI/AAAAAAAAA9o/hvFRncHMGnQ/s1600/P1030851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z4EUZFnNFT0/Te4GLfLf5hI/AAAAAAAAA9o/hvFRncHMGnQ/s320/P1030851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615432579795641874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NhyIHCeMdFA/Te4GMeaM2zI/AAAAAAAAA94/aTBwxOP58b8/s1600/P1030846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NhyIHCeMdFA/Te4GMeaM2zI/AAAAAAAAA94/aTBwxOP58b8/s320/P1030846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615432596768742194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlzV_AG9s6I/TfAbsJY5F2I/AAAAAAAAA_I/dKIGW1VO5f4/s1600/P1030843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlzV_AG9s6I/TfAbsJY5F2I/AAAAAAAAA_I/dKIGW1VO5f4/s320/P1030843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616019180579526498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Byebye beach, and hello Keropok Lekor :D We stop at this stall on the road and they served freshly baked keropok lekor, yummay. We had some snacks, and off we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv8oLoULct0/TfAbsX5beZI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Sqs5pn4UL4w/s1600/P1030863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv8oLoULct0/TfAbsX5beZI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Sqs5pn4UL4w/s320/P1030863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616019184474093970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-huy67zbK1mc/TfAbs4u7qvI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/oeeegnfuk4Q/s1600/P1030864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-huy67zbK1mc/TfAbs4u7qvI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/oeeegnfuk4Q/s320/P1030864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616019193288436466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went uhm, somewhere near Terengganu. Yes, by car. And we stopped by this 'market'. Mom and my sisters went shopping, but I followed my bro and dad to a river near the market. Its like a port or something. It was kinda kewwwwwl, lol, maklumlah, saya jakon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHEQKlZNWIA/TfAdZcrYm8I/AAAAAAAAA_g/q9kOi-d_LgI/s1600/P1030868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHEQKlZNWIA/TfAdZcrYm8I/AAAAAAAAA_g/q9kOi-d_LgI/s320/P1030868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616021058363104194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3Ckr2TIV7U/TfAdZ3NTe8I/AAAAAAAAA_o/_ftIFOUOnBM/s1600/P1030870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3Ckr2TIV7U/TfAdZ3NTe8I/AAAAAAAAA_o/_ftIFOUOnBM/s320/P1030870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616021065484696514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we stopped by the fruit stalls. There were loads of fruits, you name it, you'll get it! But most of all, they have Durians! My family is durian maniacs, so we stopped by one of the stalls and ate some of it. We also bought some 'asam jawa', hoho but I feel like buying all those fruits and bring them all back home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEXDkjwZH0M/TfAgPkEYKLI/AAAAAAAAA_4/EMLHLy6Z7ug/s1600/P1030879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEXDkjwZH0M/TfAgPkEYKLI/AAAAAAAAA_4/EMLHLy6Z7ug/s320/P1030879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616024187083172018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LCjScXN-lYI/TfAdaMyoOwI/AAAAAAAAA_w/dERajelga10/s1600/P1030881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LCjScXN-lYI/TfAdaMyoOwI/AAAAAAAAA_w/dERajelga10/s320/P1030881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616021071278390018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ko3xpV1Org/TfAgQT3pANI/AAAAAAAABAI/bcICHwtxBYQ/s1600/P1030886.JPG"&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/-6Ko3xpV1Org/TfAgQT3pANI/AAAAAAAABAI/bcICHwtxBYQ/s320/P1030886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616024199914651858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkQSBRvhvL0/TfAgPwomXGI/AAAAAAAABAA/mjOgWTzmQkk/s1600/P1030883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkQSBRvhvL0/TfAgPwomXGI/AAAAAAAABAA/mjOgWTzmQkk/s320/P1030883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616024190456323170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Across the road, there was this shop, SAKAN, lol, ape punye namelaah. It was just a typical clothes shop. I bought a shirt because I forgot to bring one for swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5AN14SpxXow/TfAjXimpHHI/AAAAAAAABAQ/TcNK4yAMiQc/s1600/P1030873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5AN14SpxXow/TfAjXimpHHI/AAAAAAAABAQ/TcNK4yAMiQc/s320/P1030873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616027622663855218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, we hopped in the car and look for a place to eat. We found this stall but WHOA it was lots of people as it was lunch-time and we got lost but eventually found the highway, lol. We went to this stall near a mosque. I didn't eat because I was sleepy and lazy, heheh. The 'Azan' was in the air, so we hurried up, and went to mosque to perform prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x45ybLUdR-g/TfAjXycRILI/AAAAAAAABAY/7O_YEPVA7mQ/s1600/P1030891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x45ybLUdR-g/TfAjXycRILI/AAAAAAAABAY/7O_YEPVA7mQ/s320/P1030891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616027626915307698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The freakin crowded stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKiFfvUxAIU/TfAjYaLiNfI/AAAAAAAABAg/Pc_IinSAhGo/s1600/P1030895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKiFfvUxAIU/TfAjYaLiNfI/AAAAAAAABAg/Pc_IinSAhGo/s320/P1030895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616027637582542322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, the oh-so-peaceful stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Later on, we went to Cherating to look at the resort my sis booked- Mercu. It was cool, they had a private beach and all, but my mother said it was quiet, too quiet that is, there weren't many people there. So we went to different resorts and try to book one. We went all over the place. My sis wanted to book Swiss Garden, but it was too full already. So we went to hunt more resorts  and finally found De Rhu Beach Resort. We booked it and went to have something to eat. Oh, there were lots of kuih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i1C2-1Uj7Ss/TfAnwqSbNsI/AAAAAAAABAo/dve4dJ1C7uU/s1600/P1030906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i1C2-1Uj7Ss/TfAnwqSbNsI/AAAAAAAABAo/dve4dJ1C7uU/s320/P1030906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616032452269782722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YvnCvvmQt-s/TfAnw2AcyEI/AAAAAAAABAw/VGxf4Uuhtuk/s1600/P1030913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YvnCvvmQt-s/TfAnw2AcyEI/AAAAAAAABAw/VGxf4Uuhtuk/s320/P1030913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616032455415613506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S91jhXOL3vA/TfAnxmU3NUI/AAAAAAAABA4/2aBEdLdlV-w/s1600/P1030911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S91jhXOL3vA/TfAnxmU3NUI/AAAAAAAABA4/2aBEdLdlV-w/s320/P1030911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616032468386133314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rBzLLZd4WZY/TfAqIHApVPI/AAAAAAAABBI/Z1h78W3jysk/s1600/P1030919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rBzLLZd4WZY/TfAqIHApVPI/AAAAAAAABBI/Z1h78W3jysk/s320/P1030919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616035054140085490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EoYBT2eJe8M/TfAqHtHGVkI/AAAAAAAABBA/R0xfWUCGpq8/s1600/P1030916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EoYBT2eJe8M/TfAqHtHGVkI/AAAAAAAABBA/R0xfWUCGpq8/s320/P1030916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616035047187830338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JqNuheMesD8/TfAqIusT65I/AAAAAAAABBQ/tNi_J5ZeMhI/s1600/P1030923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JqNuheMesD8/TfAqIusT65I/AAAAAAAABBQ/tNi_J5ZeMhI/s320/P1030923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616035064792214418" whats="" squid="" stuffed="" with="" pulut="" in="" coconut="" cream="" br="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oooh, whats this? Squid stuffed with pulut in coconut cream, yummmmaaay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our full tummy, we went back to the the house with me driving the Honda ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLRd78AdS3s/TfAsi6STQVI/AAAAAAAABBY/Or3zw0apMIo/s1600/P1030927.JPG"&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/-tLRd78AdS3s/TfAsi6STQVI/AAAAAAAABBY/Or3zw0apMIo/s320/P1030927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616037713604198738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL, JK, I sat at the back seat and cam-whored with my sistah! Not really camwhore, we just took loads of unnecessary pictures of us :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXeKuYONz-8/TfAsjDiIcZI/AAAAAAAABBg/af6nrQwJgs8/s1600/P1030928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXeKuYONz-8/TfAsjDiIcZI/AAAAAAAABBg/af6nrQwJgs8/s320/P1030928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616037716086518162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;SWAGGEST SWAGGER, LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFcC31FcEX8/TfAsjhX7sjI/AAAAAAAABBo/nBwR3umo11Q/s1600/P1030929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFcC31FcEX8/TfAsjhX7sjI/AAAAAAAABBo/nBwR3umo11Q/s320/P1030929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616037724096803378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the house, Mom and dad went to rest, while my siblings walked to the nearest convenience store. Me? Well I just watch TV, alone T_T I tried to open my sister's laptop but there was this password thingy, and I don't know what the password is D: When they got back, we did some exercise in the house, hahah, we went insanely crazy and perform this. Tadaaa :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AufAybMsDGE/TfAv0kTiCHI/AAAAAAAABBw/Rvwaf2xkhSQ/s1600/P1030935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AufAybMsDGE/TfAv0kTiCHI/AAAAAAAABBw/Rvwaf2xkhSQ/s320/P1030935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616041315476310130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hebat tak hebat tak? Cakap YAAAA~ Cakap cepat, lol, gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night, we went to my mom's old friend. My mom chattered with her while I'm stuck with this two crazy cutie-pies :') Over all my siblings, they bugged me, whyyy? Wait, does that mean kids love me? Aww, yay! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1Tu_xrJjaw/TfAv1ap11MI/AAAAAAAABCA/8TSZEGFMjD0/s1600/P1030939.JPG"&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/-A1Tu_xrJjaw/TfAv1ap11MI/AAAAAAAABCA/8TSZEGFMjD0/s320/P1030939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616041330065396930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTs9-Vb2hes/TfAxvBoT9EI/AAAAAAAABCI/9_rVBoIgUJc/s1600/P1030938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTs9-Vb2hes/TfAxvBoT9EI/AAAAAAAABCI/9_rVBoIgUJc/s320/P1030938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616043419292136514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Maria and Aira :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wQK4Xsvta5c/TfAxvXZMQHI/AAAAAAAABCQ/3QbKn3tCcRQ/s1600/P1030943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wQK4Xsvta5c/TfAxvXZMQHI/AAAAAAAABCQ/3QbKn3tCcRQ/s320/P1030943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616043425134297202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay, gmbr ni nampak sgt fake, heheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wake up early, excited to go to the beach. Time to move out of the house and to the resort, yeeaaaaaaaaay :D We packed our bags at Subuh and stuffed it in the car later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CsPsojOv4dg/TfAzg_AO9tI/AAAAAAAABCY/rrG5PHRLJBQ/s1600/P1030946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CsPsojOv4dg/TfAzg_AO9tI/AAAAAAAABCY/rrG5PHRLJBQ/s320/P1030946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616045377092253394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 10 o'clock, off we go. We locked the doors and start the engine. We were really excited, and my sister, she said- "Dah mabuk laut dah ni~" LOL, orang mabuk laut sebab mandi laut, ni mabuk laut sebab tak sesabor nak masuk laut, bengong punye budak xD But, we gotta go have some breakfast first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CzcU14TOu2g/TfAzhFurViI/AAAAAAAABCg/ONu6ucc5v9s/s1600/P1030950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CzcU14TOu2g/TfAzhFurViI/AAAAAAAABCg/ONu6ucc5v9s/s320/P1030950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616045378897663522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stop by at this uh-whats-the-name restaurant, lawlz :"&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GU20xY5_GCQ/TfAzhd7aCGI/AAAAAAAABCo/0h31uhhEvgE/s1600/P1030953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GU20xY5_GCQ/TfAzhd7aCGI/AAAAAAAABCo/0h31uhhEvgE/s320/P1030953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616045385393506402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't snap any photos, too hungry to take any pictures. Had breakfast, and here we go. BEACH, I'M COMMMMAAAAYYYNGGGG! And as you see, I changed my hijab in the car, lol. Had to get ready for the beach :D Lol, I was putting on my sunblock and it was dripping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uczZsiI5fyA/TfA3IMx3O0I/AAAAAAAABCw/-Wh89qCiuhQ/s1600/P1030958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uczZsiI5fyA/TfA3IMx3O0I/AAAAAAAABCw/-Wh89qCiuhQ/s320/P1030958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616049349339855682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ew7IP78mudg/TfA3Ia37YrI/AAAAAAAABC4/WeA2lGhvBCQ/s1600/P1030960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ew7IP78mudg/TfA3Ia37YrI/AAAAAAAABC4/WeA2lGhvBCQ/s320/P1030960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616049353123390130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL, Looks like I'm crying T_T Oh, and we stopped again at a stall to buy some kuih. And ergh, look at what this other weird stall sells. Imagine if they sell BURGER CACING ._. The hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lBt7R4HYjDw/TfA3Ixqyu8I/AAAAAAAABDA/grc9bk2JFH4/s1600/P1030965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lBt7R4HYjDw/TfA3Ixqyu8I/AAAAAAAABDA/grc9bk2JFH4/s320/P1030965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616049359242312642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ekqBkYmtLZI/TfA8FqeJCMI/AAAAAAAABDI/r9mtcr7U0nc/s1600/P1030964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ekqBkYmtLZI/TfA8FqeJCMI/AAAAAAAABDI/r9mtcr7U0nc/s320/P1030964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616054803328731330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we arrived at the beach resort. Our check-in is gonna be at 3 o'clock, so we just spend the afternoon ast the beach, swimming :D Ladalalaa, long walk to the beach =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JadY4SAwDpo/TfA8GILUE8I/AAAAAAAABDQ/Nk95nFq45a4/s1600/P1030966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JadY4SAwDpo/TfA8GILUE8I/AAAAAAAABDQ/Nk95nFq45a4/s320/P1030966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616054811302826946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpiO69Vke1Y/TfBCClniYgI/AAAAAAAABD4/HQTWqNeBirg/s1600/P1030970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpiO69Vke1Y/TfBCClniYgI/AAAAAAAABD4/HQTWqNeBirg/s320/P1030970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616061347556123138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6eaveBAsD3s/TfBCC_2QBBI/AAAAAAAABEA/F3RwnWKx-Oo/s1600/P1030974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6eaveBAsD3s/TfBCC_2QBBI/AAAAAAAABEA/F3RwnWKx-Oo/s320/P1030974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616061354597155858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6e-XT8dMqw8/TfBCDmzcXgI/AAAAAAAABEI/BHvdb5TDFG0/s1600/P1030980.JPG"&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/-6e-XT8dMqw8/TfBCDmzcXgI/AAAAAAAABEI/BHvdb5TDFG0/s320/P1030980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616061365054365186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol gmbr ni ^ poyo je, padahal dkt tempat paling cetek xD Oh oh, and there was a dead water-snake with a lot of flies over it at the shore, ewwwwww. Now, let's go to the real wave :D My dad and sibs already went in, so I had to chase them all by myself. Mom and my other sis didn't swim, instead they just sat under a tree. Ceh ceh, picnic lah konon :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHUQvgCPpzQ/TfBEg4Fm0WI/AAAAAAAABEY/y3LFm4F3r40/s1600/P1030984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHUQvgCPpzQ/TfBEg4Fm0WI/AAAAAAAABEY/y3LFm4F3r40/s320/P1030984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616064066933412194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q33i3_XrbMg/TfBEgitMNBI/AAAAAAAABEQ/8hIjJILnATI/s1600/P1030982.JPG"&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/-q33i3_XrbMg/TfBEgitMNBI/AAAAAAAABEQ/8hIjJILnATI/s320/P1030982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616064061193860114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-73oMdgYtHbw/TfBEhUCf_LI/AAAAAAAABEg/tsMvWmyrYxg/s1600/P1030986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-73oMdgYtHbw/TfBEhUCf_LI/AAAAAAAABEg/tsMvWmyrYxg/s320/P1030986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616064074436574386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis didn't take picture while I was swimming, so boo hoo me. My bro is so crazy because whenever a wave came, he'll act like he made that wave and he's pushing the wave towards me, ahaha. He said he was water-bending, ape, die ingat die avatar ke hape? LOL. Also, my dad and my sis tried to teach me how to swim, yes, I can't swim -.- But I was too afraid, every time they make me lie facing downwards, I got panic. I mean what if I fell down and got carried by the wave? D: Lol, paranoid much. And, if I drown I'll swallow the sea water, and it hurts. Have you ever swallow sea water? Have you?! Well, it hurts till your throats because it contains salt and some other acidic stuff xD But yeah, it was fun. I had to skip whenever the waves come by. Jakon sungguh, dah lama tak madi laut :D Well, anyway, swimming mission- failed. LOL.  Finally, my mom asked us to come out of the water and have some lunch. Picnic gituuuu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XwVMRDpUP2U/TfDAiLMS22I/AAAAAAAABEo/kJsSPfGvaGc/s1600/P1030993.JPG"&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/-XwVMRDpUP2U/TfDAiLMS22I/AAAAAAAABEo/kJsSPfGvaGc/s320/P1030993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616200428683451234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kaE-7p0OM0c/TfDAindR8AI/AAAAAAAABEw/chQxvCJMvLg/s1600/P1030996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kaE-7p0OM0c/TfDAindR8AI/AAAAAAAABEw/chQxvCJMvLg/s320/P1030996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616200436270886914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;AHAH, segala benda kitorg sangkut dkt pokok ni :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJH-TKNwgKo/TfDAjCvxLhI/AAAAAAAABE4/x-3zgIZ4d8Y/s1600/P1040002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJH-TKNwgKo/TfDAjCvxLhI/AAAAAAAABE4/x-3zgIZ4d8Y/s320/P1040002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616200443596189202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol, the third picture was when we were sharing a pack of Nasi Berlauk. Dah lah kecik gila bebenor, lol, so I just ate a few bites. It was so darn deliciousss T_T It was nearly 12 o'clock, so we had a little swim. We didn't go out at the sea, we just went by the shores and wash our hands, heheh. Then, suddenly, Dad started a sandfight. Y'know how they make snowballs and throw at people, well Dad made a sandball and throw at us. Penat je, baru basuh pasir2 dekat seluar -.- So, it went wild, lol. We threw here and there, but my sis, she just sat there under the tree alone, party-pooper :P I was like "AKAK, AKAK, TANGKAP LAH GAMBAR" but she didn't because she can't hear me as I'm too far away. Tkdelah jauh mane pun sbnrnye -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Li8rmvb5nL4/TfDG_sl5ChI/AAAAAAAABFI/-FowZOaJYxk/s1600/P1040013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Li8rmvb5nL4/TfDG_sl5ChI/AAAAAAAABFI/-FowZOaJYxk/s320/P1040013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616207532935154194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to the hall's toilet to clean up. Dad and my bro changed to dry clothes but me and my sis didn't because we wanted to swim again. My mom didn't let us swim at the beach because it was already 12, so we went to the pool. They were doing a construction nearby, and there were these signboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZwDsD0vSgg/TfDG_GP2gYI/AAAAAAAABFA/lTvEPpogj70/s1600/P1040010.JPG"&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/-2ZwDsD0vSgg/TfDG_GP2gYI/AAAAAAAABFA/lTvEPpogj70/s320/P1040010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616207522642166146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kyliQSWdbDw/TfDHAUy6C9I/AAAAAAAABFQ/4cElrFlJg0I/s1600/P1040016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kyliQSWdbDw/TfDHAUy6C9I/AAAAAAAABFQ/4cElrFlJg0I/s320/P1040016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616207543727164370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creepy huh? lol. Nak berenang pun takut :P But we swam anyway. We put our bags at one of the hut. It was dirty, I guess because of the construction, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TexO12pPPxs/TfDLAGswakI/AAAAAAAABFY/LQTJD7C9VeM/s1600/P1040018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TexO12pPPxs/TfDLAGswakI/AAAAAAAABFY/LQTJD7C9VeM/s320/P1040018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616211937989782082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXW8K_epjNs/TfDLA1DMTHI/AAAAAAAABFg/DdD3Gf_ERPs/s1600/P1040017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXW8K_epjNs/TfDLA1DMTHI/AAAAAAAABFg/DdD3Gf_ERPs/s320/P1040017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616211950431915122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And when my Dad saw the sign, he went : "Tanggal kan kasut? Gila ape? Nak mati?" hahah, bapak aku ni xD Turns out, the sign was actually for the stepping thingy, laaa yang batu2 for the blood circulation on your feet stuff. At the pool, I tried to swim again, and again, I failed, haha. After the swim, we hanged around and clean ourselves. My dad called the reception, but our rooms were still not ready for us to check in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1t3UzuRgcQ/TfDLBddP6OI/AAAAAAAABFo/Wf627B3po7c/s1600/P1040024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1t3UzuRgcQ/TfDLBddP6OI/AAAAAAAABFo/Wf627B3po7c/s320/P1040024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616211961278621922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Buat macam rumah sendiri xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to hunt for food. My sis said there's a restaurant nearby the camping place near our resort, so we put our bags in the car and walked our way to the food heaven. The adventure begins! Adventure lah sangat, padahal typical road way je, dekat dengan kawasan perumahan lagi, hahahah lol. But when we arrive there, all the restaurant was closed. It was an abandoned restaurant. There's a campsite with pack of people but no food. Then we saw a stall!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_rP85k46oA/TfDNi077icI/AAAAAAAABF4/mDMlRKvpneg/s1600/P1040037.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGKL3nRg2qg/TfDNiTi6jlI/AAAAAAAABFw/anD48ahgsGg/s1600/P1040027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGKL3nRg2qg/TfDNiTi6jlI/AAAAAAAABFw/anD48ahgsGg/s320/P1040027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616214724576972370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbhghgveYRs/TfDNjAEKP6I/AAAAAAAABGA/Ijp9EMsqIdM/s1600/P1040037.JPG"&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/-DbhghgveYRs/TfDNjAEKP6I/AAAAAAAABGA/Ijp9EMsqIdM/s320/P1040037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616214736527572898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just the normal stall, selling juices, nuggets on sticks, fishballs, that kinda stuff. But we bought it anyway. Found another side of the beach, so we sat there. And looky looky what we found, an empty bottle of Whisky :O Shocking, jengjengjeng~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfz7pYLf670/TfDRE8_HHEI/AAAAAAAABGI/xs8jWTPatYk/s1600/P1040042.JPG"&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/-jfz7pYLf670/TfDRE8_HHEI/AAAAAAAABGI/xs8jWTPatYk/s320/P1040042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616218618351524930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYWkLCugxTA/TfDRFLr0ToI/AAAAAAAABGQ/g1DYImSM8zQ/s1600/P1040045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYWkLCugxTA/TfDRFLr0ToI/AAAAAAAABGQ/g1DYImSM8zQ/s320/P1040045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616218622297132674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DhQc0vohIqM/TfDRFV1YF7I/AAAAAAAABGY/p8CDJBqeZSE/s1600/P1040049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DhQc0vohIqM/TfDRFV1YF7I/AAAAAAAABGY/p8CDJBqeZSE/s320/P1040049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616218625021581234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoho, we did a photoshoot again and my pants got dirty because of the sand but mostly because of my hyper brother -.- he pulled me while he jumped. My dad asked me to wash the sands off, but all the pipes were not working, so they used a broom to get the sand off, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqpm1ZPdk9A/TfHYyaLHykI/AAAAAAAABGg/3s-wLT3xJM4/s1600/P1040085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqpm1ZPdk9A/TfHYyaLHykI/AAAAAAAABGg/3s-wLT3xJM4/s320/P1040085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616508570838747714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SVGa-Lziklw/TfHYyoqGSdI/AAAAAAAABGo/LN8iySZTx8M/s1600/P1040086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SVGa-Lziklw/TfHYyoqGSdI/AAAAAAAABGo/LN8iySZTx8M/s320/P1040086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616508574726769106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gAlmv1jiE5c/TfHYzEh8vrI/AAAAAAAABGw/Td5AHbBSrM4/s1600/P1040103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gAlmv1jiE5c/TfHYzEh8vrI/AAAAAAAABGw/Td5AHbBSrM4/s320/P1040103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616508582208782002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, we got hungry, we walked back to our car and search for somewhere to eat. My bro was drooling over Ikan Patin Tempoyak, the specialty here, so we head to some restaurant and finally found one that sells em. Ahhh, sedaaap gilaaa :)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GPBOGd7Z6nE/TfS4kFhIP3I/AAAAAAAABG4/G3KvwfGmLnE/s1600/P1040109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GPBOGd7Z6nE/TfS4kFhIP3I/AAAAAAAABG4/G3KvwfGmLnE/s320/P1040109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617317565333782386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After eating, we went to this convenience store. Tah ape tah mak bapak aku cari, but they didn't find any, so instead my sister bought an ice cream with the money she found in my bag -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-auAx9qq-WIU/TfS4kb4s2zI/AAAAAAAABHA/XY5GE_A-IP8/s1600/P1040114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-auAx9qq-WIU/TfS4kb4s2zI/AAAAAAAABHA/XY5GE_A-IP8/s320/P1040114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617317571338230578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we stopped by at a stall to buy some kuih. BANYAK GILA WEH BUBUR YANG DIE JUAL :O Jakon bebenor lah ye xD But, the kuih was awesome, hoho. And there was this vintage shop near it, we went there, and the clothes were indeed vintage and kinda second-hand, but there were lots of pretty ones. I begged my brother to buy me this white shirt but all he said was "Ha, yelah, yelah, lawa. Tu, diorang dah nak balik dah, bye~" apepunyeabang -.-&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iftEL8azh1Q/TfS61UE7Y_I/AAAAAAAABHY/yB3jCN6FPsE/s1600/P1040119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iftEL8azh1Q/TfS61UE7Y_I/AAAAAAAABHY/yB3jCN6FPsE/s320/P1040119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617320060323062770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQpI9d6olrM/TfS61BtPPtI/AAAAAAAABHQ/P1fKBes5FcY/s1600/P1040121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQpI9d6olrM/TfS61BtPPtI/AAAAAAAABHQ/P1fKBes5FcY/s320/P1040121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617320055391862482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0_qgT4QiIg/TfS6155u8jI/AAAAAAAABHg/3sqv920_Fos/s1600/P1040124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0_qgT4QiIg/TfS6155u8jI/AAAAAAAABHg/3sqv920_Fos/s320/P1040124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617320070476657202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later that evening, we just hanged around at our rooms. Oh and our rooms were connected, so it was kinda like a big room :D At first, we though of going swimming at the beach again, but then semua orang tido and lazed around. I was the only one who was being hyper xD And we ate the food we have in our rooms, berebut-rebut xD  The wardrobe was like a food closet, because all the hot foods are being stored there, sebab tanak kena air-cond, lol. So we just hanged around in the room and later that night my dad asked if we wanna go get something for dinner, but mom and I were lazy so they went ahead. I was busy doing the search-a-word thingy from my brother's book, heheh. So then they called asking what we wanna order, and they told us that they were gonna eat 'ikan bakar' there o_O tk payah lah cerita kan, ish. A few hours later, they got back, with our food. I didn't wanna eat at first, but mum asked me to, and oooooh, the food was heavenly delicious :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylz7H5kqanU/TfS8-s26oRI/AAAAAAAABHw/58IYKvmMXJQ/s1600/P1040136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylz7H5kqanU/TfS8-s26oRI/AAAAAAAABHw/58IYKvmMXJQ/s320/P1040136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617322420617257234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nEefo60SF2g/TfS8-I2rR3I/AAAAAAAABHo/_aY-tvp2EjA/s1600/P1040130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nEefo60SF2g/TfS8-I2rR3I/AAAAAAAABHo/_aY-tvp2EjA/s320/P1040130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617322410952574834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pGPCGLr58Is/TfS8_O_q_bI/AAAAAAAABH4/CbwO8G3BeKI/s1600/P1040139.JPG"&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/-pGPCGLr58Is/TfS8_O_q_bI/AAAAAAAABH4/CbwO8G3BeKI/s320/P1040139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617322429780786610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYBW_BIMz08/TfTDlZpNnfI/AAAAAAAABIA/V95EvI56dy4/s1600/P1040147.JPG"&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/-xYBW_BIMz08/TfTDlZpNnfI/AAAAAAAABIA/V95EvI56dy4/s320/P1040147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617329682544172530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U30eu1TTHb4/TfTDl2nHEuI/AAAAAAAABII/KdrzwFLuMSM/s1600/P1040153.JPG"&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/-U30eu1TTHb4/TfTDl2nHEuI/AAAAAAAABII/KdrzwFLuMSM/s320/P1040153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617329690319983330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3MEmFTpsA0/TfTDmEAermI/AAAAAAAABIQ/fEnlCCD7zzA/s1600/P1040151.JPG"&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/-P3MEmFTpsA0/TfTDmEAermI/AAAAAAAABIQ/fEnlCCD7zzA/s320/P1040151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617329693916048994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ye, saya tau muka saya bloated dan penyek, hahha xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach is calling us again! After Subuh prayer, we got ready to go swim but my bro and sis were still asleep -.- So me, my dad and my other sis went down first. The sun was shining right in front of us, so it was really a good weather :) We went to swim and my sis tried to persuade me to learn how to float, and it happened! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I can float&lt;/span&gt; :D Hoho, but I can't float by myself, my sis gotta carry me and then slowly let go of me :P And then my bro and sis came with my mum, but my mum sat at one of the huts. My dad went out, and changed to dry clothes and joined my mom. My sis and I were like "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Akak, tengok, Iqa dah boleh terapung. Akak boleh ke?&lt;/span&gt;" lol, and then my other sis practice less than 5 minutes but she can already float by herself -.- Maluuu maluuuu :( HAHAHA. And my sis brought Twisties in the water. So we ate in the middle of the sea :D My dad called us, and asked us to get out of the water, and so we did. We had to clean ourselves and went up to our rooms. Oh, and while we swam, my parents cam-whored :O Tidak disangka-sangka, AHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got ready and went down for breakfast. The breakfast was supposed to be for  people, but all six of us ate because we were starving, so my dad payed extra. We ate late, so lots of people had left and the dining room was half empty, and my family tak senonoh, they were like:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ha, akak, tu ade roti lebih tu, pergi ambik letak dlm pocket&lt;/span&gt;" LOL xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother : "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya Allah, ape korang ni! Malu nyeelah ~&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH, that's how crazy my family is, lol. But of course, we didn't take it xD Got upstairs and packed our stuffs, finally, its time to get back home. Bye bye De Rhu Beach Resort :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0SjXAyyvTs/TfTKkIp4OyI/AAAAAAAABIg/LexoULpw-Qc/s1600/P1040197.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCXG_Xfkdeg/TfTKj6iPzMI/AAAAAAAABIY/Su6M0ip_few/s1600/P1040195.JPG"&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/-aCXG_Xfkdeg/TfTKj6iPzMI/AAAAAAAABIY/Su6M0ip_few/s320/P1040195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617337353594981570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped by at a R &amp;amp; R to have lunch and continued our journey. So, bye bye Pahang :) And and, it was kinda cloudy and foggy outside, so my sister opened the window and aaaaaah, it was breezy outside. How I wish I could have a picnic out there, lol, gila ape picnic tepi highway, ahahhaha :P&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8u9FKYO34Ig/TfTKktVG3lI/AAAAAAAABIo/T5Ikf6og26o/s1600/P1040196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8u9FKYO34Ig/TfTKktVG3lI/AAAAAAAABIo/T5Ikf6og26o/s320/P1040196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617337367230078546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0SjXAyyvTs/TfTKkIp4OyI/AAAAAAAABIg/LexoULpw-Qc/s1600/P1040197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0SjXAyyvTs/TfTKkIp4OyI/AAAAAAAABIg/LexoULpw-Qc/s320/P1040197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617337357385087778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Finish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what, in the freakin end I still got sun-burnt, tak guna punye sunblock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoho, panjanggilanakmampuskan? Lawl, kay, so thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks for reading and keeping up with me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye dear readers :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-4455676794571086310?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4455676794571086310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4455676794571086310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/pahang-getaway.html' title='Pahang Getaway.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwUNjy9n3fE/TeYsxRfFlII/AAAAAAAAA5I/uWP-0TnqDuk/s72-c/JFE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-1527133804824210363</id><published>2011-05-28T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:00:31.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matahari searah Kaabah.</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/-7mW7IpbFILg/TeDGdkXR-WI/AAAAAAAAA5A/hXxpiWmgIkk/s1600/m%252C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mW7IpbFILg/TeDGdkXR-WI/AAAAAAAAA5A/hXxpiWmgIkk/s400/m%252C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611703346983467362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lawa kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 5:16 p.m, Mei 28 2011. Matahari searah dengan Kaabah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allahu Akbar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=209860429054280&amp;amp;comments"&gt;More information? Sini. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher told me about this, but I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks to Zakwan for reminding me about this.&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/2831626882038025371-1527133804824210363?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1527133804824210363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1527133804824210363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/matahari-searah-kaabah.html' title='Matahari searah Kaabah.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mW7IpbFILg/TeDGdkXR-WI/AAAAAAAAA5A/hXxpiWmgIkk/s72-c/m%252C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-4450697169702325203</id><published>2011-05-27T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T15:28:07.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it? Not-so-SUMMERTIME!</title><content type='html'>Well, its not really summertime, its June Break, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;IT'S 27th MAY, MID-YEAR EXAM IS OVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;BOOYEAH ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, its holiday. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAY PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt; The last paper which is Math was super-duper hard. But as soon as I've finished, I was like "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yeah, I've finished. Exam's over.&lt;/span&gt;" LOL, I even wrote 'Exam's Over! Hoyeah~' on a piece of paper and showed to everyone even though our exams are not over yet, LOL. We still need to sit there, as quiet as we can, but the whole time, I was talking with everyone. Well, whispering, actually, LOL. Lepas exam, semua muka macam happy gila, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I believe there was not even a frown in my classroom&lt;/span&gt;, hahah. And then, and then, when the teacher collected the paper, I leaped up and hugged my besties, LOL. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;beyond awesome&lt;/span&gt;, as if we just finished school, HAHHA. Nabila was like "Alaaa, tanak" and hugged me dengan muka terpaksa, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, masa nak balik, lepak with my crazy peeps, Munirah, Shumu, Ida, Syamiera and Nazuin. Serious, we felt like we just finished SPM or school or something. And Syamiera bengong, pergi cakap - "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awaaak, nanti kite rindu awaaak&lt;/span&gt;"- Dah habis sekolah ke sebenarnye? LOL. Gila muu, Syamiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, and again, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAY CRAZY PEEPS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s : Nabila, Syamiera, can't waaaaaaaaait for our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;secret project &lt;/span&gt;this June Break :B &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-4450697169702325203?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4450697169702325203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4450697169702325203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-time-is-it-not-so-summertime.html' title='What time is it? Not-so-SUMMERTIME!'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-6303831464665558617</id><published>2011-05-26T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:04:04.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam, kau ni kaaan, ish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10075731/tumblr_llkir7tBFi1qabt7zo1_500_large.png?1306213159"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 294px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10075731/tumblr_llkir7tBFi1qabt7zo1_500_large.png?1306213159" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hello hello :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kay, so my mid-year examination is going on, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AAAAAAHHHHHHH &lt;/span&gt;is how it should be explained. I didn't really study, so it was hard. Especially Geography, KH and Agama :( &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Tulah, sape suruh kau tak belajar, kan sekarang macam nak mati buat exam.&lt;/span&gt; Aigooo, I think I'm gonna get low grades this time. Pray for me? Puhlleeaaaaassseee ;) I really can't focus when I'm studying or doing my exams, because I kept thinking about holidaaaaaay! In my head, it was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hee, can't wait. Next week, freedom, baybeehh. Nak buat ape eh? Oh, lepak rumah Ainin, oh and then pergi movies, and and and lepak at my house. Ahhh, can't waitttt!~&lt;/span&gt;" Yes, my brain is excited, too excited that is. Tomorrow's Mathematics paper, the hardest. And then, like my brain said, FREEDOM BAYBEHH. Homework, RIP :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Just.one.more.paper.and.everything.is.going.to.end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to for all of you who are facing the exam, and wish me luck too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-6303831464665558617?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6303831464665558617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6303831464665558617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/exam-kau-ni-kaaan-ish.html' title='Exam, kau ni kaaan, ish.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-2849335485639775010</id><published>2011-05-21T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:02:29.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kpop Wannabe.</title><content type='html'>Watcha think when you hear the word 'Kpop'? I bet this popped up in your mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://topyxyz.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/girl-generation-snsd-koreafever_8-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 182px;" src="http://topyxyz.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/girl-generation-snsd-koreafever_8-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fOzYgq3p3O4/TMBwpC4mWLI/AAAAAAAACys/Y3THFvvBW7c/s1600/2pm+Wallpaper6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fOzYgq3p3O4/TMBwpC4mWLI/AAAAAAAACys/Y3THFvvBW7c/s1600/2pm+Wallpaper6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You'll be all like "Oh man, so cute, so awesome blablabla"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But heres the thing, when you hear the word Kpop Malaysia, these things popped up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-th5FYxogD2U/TdChRtFlZXI/AAAAAAAAADU/2PH3ffpUOeE/s1600/k+pop+24+7+malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-th5FYxogD2U/TdChRtFlZXI/AAAAAAAAADU/2PH3ffpUOeE/s1600/k+pop+24+7+malaysia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Perut tu buncit, tak payahlah nak tunjuk sangat -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo307/beautifulnara/wanwan/gulagula2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 412px;" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo307/beautifulnara/wanwan/gulagula2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Weh weh, kelab dangdut baru :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Introducing,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; the first ever Kpop groups in Malaysiaa&lt;/span&gt;. Woooo! Sorry, I mean, BOOOOOO -.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a Kpop fanatic, but at least I know what Kpop artists look like, and these aren't. Judging by their looks, they look like HALF Koreans. But when it comes to their music and choreography, they're a disaster. Have you ever watch them dance? No? Go google it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berterabur joget. Appearance tk macam Koreans pun? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aigooo&lt;/span&gt;, buat lah research pasal Kpop dulu, ni terus nak declare jadi 'The first Kpop groups in Malaysia'  -____-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, why must you guys be Korean Wannabees?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Why can't you just be Malaysians and be proud of it? &lt;/span&gt;Why can't you just be who you are? :B&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/2831626882038025371-2849335485639775010?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2849335485639775010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2849335485639775010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/kpop-wannabe.html' title='Kpop Wannabe.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fOzYgq3p3O4/TMBwpC4mWLI/AAAAAAAACys/Y3THFvvBW7c/s72-c/2pm+Wallpaper6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-2443576552444965408</id><published>2011-05-18T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:28:21.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Treat.</title><content type='html'>I know its kinda late, but nothing's too late. What did I just babbled there? No idea :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lrEwAHjk2lw/TdO7VfkP4kI/AAAAAAAAA1c/vS6DhbTv2n8/s1600/P1030402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lrEwAHjk2lw/TdO7VfkP4kI/AAAAAAAAA1c/vS6DhbTv2n8/s400/P1030402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608031938931581506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture says it all :)&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, this Monday was Teacher's Day, weee.&lt;br /&gt;Last year was quite fun, so I expect this year was gonna be kinda awesome too. Well its kinda awesome and kinda boring :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I arrived late, as usual, LOL. Luckily Syamimi and Nabila was the last one in line, so I chattered with them. Iffah and Fazira came along. Syamiera was in front but she went to the back and sat with us, Dalila tagged along. So, there we were, a group of chatter-mouths hoping for something awesome to happen. But its Monday, nothing awesome starts on Monday. The opening ceremony was pretty much like a Monday assembly where teachers give speeches and nobody listened. We didn't listen, instead we chattered. Syamimi siap buat revision lagi, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2oFOGPv2G38/TdO8-8j9JkI/AAAAAAAAA1k/7EKWIDlFIb8/s1600/P1030405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2oFOGPv2G38/TdO8-8j9JkI/AAAAAAAAA1k/7EKWIDlFIb8/s400/P1030405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608033750601246274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PsQD5VtXpqY/TdO8_M7BvUI/AAAAAAAAA1s/9IDxNrKbfcw/s1600/P1030408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PsQD5VtXpqY/TdO8_M7BvUI/AAAAAAAAA1s/9IDxNrKbfcw/s400/P1030408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608033754992983362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the teachers did the vows and performed a song or something. It was quite funny, hihi. A couple of teacher did poems, hahah, and then there were pretty much lots of performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPvNeOT6_p8/TdO8_hw9AEI/AAAAAAAAA10/vkte44ihMrw/s1600/P1030414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPvNeOT6_p8/TdO8_hw9AEI/AAAAAAAAA10/vkte44ihMrw/s400/P1030414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608033760587874370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78w61RNoLFM/TdT2nhxwMAI/AAAAAAAAA18/QJo5-taJKuI/s1600/P1030418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78w61RNoLFM/TdT2nhxwMAI/AAAAAAAAA18/QJo5-taJKuI/s400/P1030418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608378594925490178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7ALTs2J3b4/Tdd-MoBQBrI/AAAAAAAAA2c/vFxaJ0xY85A/s1600/P1030432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7ALTs2J3b4/Tdd-MoBQBrI/AAAAAAAAA2c/vFxaJ0xY85A/s400/P1030432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609090616279434930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbHfSTgVcmU/TdT2oSOXtNI/AAAAAAAAA2M/lTtwKKpKWAw/s1600/P1030428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbHfSTgVcmU/TdT2oSOXtNI/AAAAAAAAA2M/lTtwKKpKWAw/s400/P1030428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608378607930422482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PdkhXQkL_i0/Tdd-Myi0VOI/AAAAAAAAA2k/8AJ4GDHrXzQ/s1600/P1030438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PdkhXQkL_i0/Tdd-Myi0VOI/AAAAAAAAA2k/8AJ4GDHrXzQ/s400/P1030438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609090619104580834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yxpGFDqZxY/TdeFJUYCmlI/AAAAAAAAA2s/UENmmI12yH4/s1600/P1030443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yxpGFDqZxY/TdeFJUYCmlI/AAAAAAAAA2s/UENmmI12yH4/s400/P1030443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609098256048101970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQhmRnZTMYA/Tdd-Md-tk-I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Q7uA5pXjYPo/s1600/P1030431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQhmRnZTMYA/Tdd-Md-tk-I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Q7uA5pXjYPo/s400/P1030431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609090613584434146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dak-dak dkt atas ni, semangat bebenar, siap wave lagi, tepuk2 time nyanyi, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3zDWJT1cHQ/TdT2n_oSZGI/AAAAAAAAA2E/qE9txC3tvoo/s1600/P1030422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3zDWJT1cHQ/TdT2n_oSZGI/AAAAAAAAA2E/qE9txC3tvoo/s400/P1030422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608378602938852450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, finally, it was gift time! Woo, I only gave a present to my Class Teacher, heheh. We  went up to our class with Anis and then the DJ were playing 'Marry you' song, so Syamiera and I danced along, LOL. And then kitorang baru start joget, terus dia berhenti kan lagu tu, apodah :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance was at the canteen, so we went there. Turns out, everyone was eating and getting free drinks from the lunch lady, HAHAH. Some of the seniors dah ambil tempat depan-depan dah, so we sat at the third line. Talkedtalked, ateate, and finally the other classsmates joined us. We camwhored while waiting, teehee. Finally, the teachers came and they showed the Teacher's Day Video :B I thought it was super boring, but the background music was like 'BOOM BOOM', so yeah, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RE5gQIL2HQg/TdeFJgtMp1I/AAAAAAAAA20/ZBvM6yHz8zk/s1600/P1030448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RE5gQIL2HQg/TdeFJgtMp1I/AAAAAAAAA20/ZBvM6yHz8zk/s400/P1030448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609098259358066514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vP6LijXG8SA/TdeFKOXBWoI/AAAAAAAAA28/WCHaRbjrjTQ/s1600/P1030451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vP6LijXG8SA/TdeFKOXBWoI/AAAAAAAAA28/WCHaRbjrjTQ/s400/P1030451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609098271613082242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ciS8lXh80nY/TdeJHb3R-qI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Fvv7msYLi5E/s1600/P1030471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ciS8lXh80nY/TdeJHb3R-qI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Fvv7msYLi5E/s320/P1030471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609102621744954018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUcxfR9JyXY/TdeJIPA0vOI/AAAAAAAAA3U/dbvjj7P4rQ0/s1600/P1030482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUcxfR9JyXY/TdeJIPA0vOI/AAAAAAAAA3U/dbvjj7P4rQ0/s320/P1030482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609102635475188962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_AsgiV4TE9Q/TdeJHv8E3sI/AAAAAAAAA3M/H5CAf-AGQOg/s1600/P1030474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_AsgiV4TE9Q/TdeJHv8E3sI/AAAAAAAAA3M/H5CAf-AGQOg/s320/P1030474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609102627133775554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, the performance started. First up, the Nasyid group :D Surprisingly awesome. And then some caroling from the Librarians. Haaa, ni yang best. Performance by 2c2. Diorang buat pentomin. You know, that thing when someone acts and someone else did the voice. And and, they did Teachers Impressions. I LOLed hard :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IwdgS9no9GQ/TdeTGVTEI9I/AAAAAAAAA30/5T96kqb17QA/s1600/dyauifh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IwdgS9no9GQ/TdeTGVTEI9I/AAAAAAAAA30/5T96kqb17QA/s400/dyauifh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609113597918847954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2c2 performance :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUdTYTJfbPQ/TdeQstZxL0I/AAAAAAAAA3k/iKIm6ooNX1A/s1600/P1030484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUdTYTJfbPQ/TdeQstZxL0I/AAAAAAAAA3k/iKIm6ooNX1A/s320/P1030484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609110958689562434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZpT6-cWVPs/TdhWGDp9PCI/AAAAAAAAA38/15OSiph8uho/s1600/P1030496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZpT6-cWVPs/TdhWGDp9PCI/AAAAAAAAA38/15OSiph8uho/s320/P1030496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609327997950442530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--oS-T7rTupE/TdeQs_BWYVI/AAAAAAAAA3s/B9EcSEho8K8/s1600/P1030489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--oS-T7rTupE/TdeQs_BWYVI/AAAAAAAAA3s/B9EcSEho8K8/s320/P1030489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609110963418980690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH, lol Ammar :B And I love the Teacher Lim's impression by Yunee, HAHAH xD&lt;br /&gt;And then there were teachers performance. Syamiera almost cried when Cikgu Hafiz sang, ngehhh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xMMdNV6nbi8/TdhWGr7EN3I/AAAAAAAAA4E/dvaV6ytB-JY/s1600/P1030502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xMMdNV6nbi8/TdhWGr7EN3I/AAAAAAAAA4E/dvaV6ytB-JY/s320/P1030502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609328008759621490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Io2XxWipiXg/TdhWGyXVzOI/AAAAAAAAA4M/BayBm3PL7U4/s1600/P1030507.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Io2XxWipiXg/TdhWGyXVzOI/AAAAAAAAA4M/BayBm3PL7U4/s1600/P1030507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Io2XxWipiXg/TdhWGyXVzOI/AAAAAAAAA4M/BayBm3PL7U4/s320/P1030507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609328010488827106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hsfZFFzqXFI/TdhXqWfktuI/AAAAAAAAA4U/rYh4vh0m6Rc/s1600/P1030508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hsfZFFzqXFI/TdhXqWfktuI/AAAAAAAAA4U/rYh4vh0m6Rc/s320/P1030508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609329720994084578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, it was over :( The prefects had free lunches, so we all hanged with them and ate some of their food, LOL. Oh, and here, meet the school's kitten :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CH31ZIbmDx8/TdhbcqW6V_I/AAAAAAAAA4s/zjO6V6ylNgE/s1600/P1030520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CH31ZIbmDx8/TdhbcqW6V_I/AAAAAAAAA4s/zjO6V6ylNgE/s320/P1030520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609333883854804978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-37zWNbeYzps/TdhXrBMVylI/AAAAAAAAA4k/x-6be7wpKMM/s1600/P1030518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-37zWNbeYzps/TdhXrBMVylI/AAAAAAAAA4k/x-6be7wpKMM/s320/P1030518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609329732456139346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yweV3y0-XTE/TdhXq1XfEkI/AAAAAAAAA4c/tlr45uxj0Mw/s1600/P1030519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yweV3y0-XTE/TdhXq1XfEkI/AAAAAAAAA4c/tlr45uxj0Mw/s320/P1030519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609329729281659458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; BraceFaces, muahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Iqa's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Pictures by Nurhaziqah :B (Perlu ke creditkan diri sendiri?)&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/2831626882038025371-2443576552444965408?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2443576552444965408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2443576552444965408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/teachers-treat.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Treat.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lrEwAHjk2lw/TdO7VfkP4kI/AAAAAAAAA1c/vS6DhbTv2n8/s72-c/P1030402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-5702014314301277062</id><published>2011-05-14T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:16:34.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></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/-ssYHk1Y6Cuo/Tc5KRQGkDLI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Qy7dCDk9-Ik/s1600/227369_1874526498468_1100353458_32024926_3323379_n_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssYHk1Y6Cuo/Tc5KRQGkDLI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Qy7dCDk9-Ik/s400/227369_1874526498468_1100353458_32024926_3323379_n_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606500246363573426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Being friends with you wasn't a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;It thought me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never trust someone so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--3&lt;/span--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-5702014314301277062?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5702014314301277062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5702014314301277062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/being-friends-with-you-wasnt-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssYHk1Y6Cuo/Tc5KRQGkDLI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Qy7dCDk9-Ik/s72-c/227369_1874526498468_1100353458_32024926_3323379_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-3942913271414532231</id><published>2011-05-12T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:23:44.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Mother's Day, hihih :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X1P_NBdl_Jg/TcvMVR0uOwI/AAAAAAAAA00/QZ8mLl35VJA/s1600/Image137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X1P_NBdl_Jg/TcvMVR0uOwI/AAAAAAAAA00/QZ8mLl35VJA/s400/Image137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605798827126569730" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1LnHe4MVLE/TcvMVuRTJlI/AAAAAAAAA08/CU0QfSFlw9w/s1600/Image138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1LnHe4MVLE/TcvMVuRTJlI/AAAAAAAAA08/CU0QfSFlw9w/s400/Image138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605798834762622546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Mother's Day Mama :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello~&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so this is my Mother's Day Project, wee :D&lt;br /&gt;Yang ni takdelah buruk sangat like the last ones, HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun making this one, because my icing turns out kinda pretty ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fortunately, my mom was in Johor on Mother's Day, so I had lots of time to make the cupcakes in the morning. And fortunately, I know how to bake cupcakes because I ain't got the money, money, money to buy presents, LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXMSkI28nP8/TcvMVkK4ouI/AAAAAAAAA1E/oxTy3qF78kQ/s1600/Image139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXMSkI28nP8/TcvMVkK4ouI/AAAAAAAAA1E/oxTy3qF78kQ/s400/Image139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605798832051364578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, everyday is Mother's Day :) So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Kaysothanks, BYE~ :D&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/2831626882038025371-3942913271414532231?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3942913271414532231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3942913271414532231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-belated-mothers-day-hihih-d.html' title='Happy Belated Mother&apos;s Day, hihih :D'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X1P_NBdl_Jg/TcvMVR0uOwI/AAAAAAAAA00/QZ8mLl35VJA/s72-c/Image137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-2120293839141751539</id><published>2011-05-03T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:40:28.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Sabah Fellows :'D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ynzvNimeg-E/Tb_1beuMr7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/95JvMO8A9E4/s1600/tumblr_lk2accZSQi1qf33i7o1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ynzvNimeg-E/Tb_1beuMr7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/95JvMO8A9E4/s400/tumblr_lk2accZSQi1qf33i7o1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602466313924292530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah, so, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Aunt from Sabah came, along with her family&lt;/span&gt;, including my three cousins. They came on Friday, but Dad was tired to drive, so we didn't meet them until Sunday. Oh, on Saturday, we went to Melaka to pick my fatty sister from MRSM, lol, and my dad had a reunion at Hilton Hotel after we went back from Melaka, and I followed, and should I tell you, I hate it there. We had our dinner at the Poolside Lounge or whatever, and do you enjoy eating while watching naked fat men swim? Well, I don't. And there were lots of wine and beers everywhere, ish ish ish xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to have lunch with the Sabah-ians and I was supposed to join my sisters and cousin at The Curve on Sunday, but I was having a major stomach ache. I don't know why, perhaps it was food poisoning or I ate something extremely spicy, heheh. Makan tak ingat orang :P You may say &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I'm over-exaggerating, but I was seriously having a super stomach ache. &lt;/span&gt;I could barely stand longer than 5 minutes and I was shivering. So, my parents skipped the lunch because I was too sick, but my sisters went, though. Later on, after I had my medicine and had a nap, we went to have our lunch and went to my Grandma's house. My sisters and cousin had already went to The Curve with Kak Sinta, their maid, boo hoo me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while mom and my aunts chitchat, I hanged out with my two little cousins. Cehh, dahlah aku sampai sampai je, diorang terus tunjuk&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; iPad dengan Nintendo. &lt;/span&gt;Aku pun takde, HAHAH. Mula-mula main sesama, then both of them got bored, so main sorang sorang je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TB9oPI8e92s/Tb_ljeuH6qI/AAAAAAAAAyg/FXXdARVd_rA/s1600/P1030259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TB9oPI8e92s/Tb_ljeuH6qI/AAAAAAAAAyg/FXXdARVd_rA/s200/P1030259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602448859176888994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9HN_0-8VqA/Tb_li5aMClI/AAAAAAAAAyY/vFCBp-uYDOE/s1600/P1030260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9HN_0-8VqA/Tb_li5aMClI/AAAAAAAAAyY/vFCBp-uYDOE/s200/P1030260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602448849161161298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik diorang comel, kalau tak dah lama aku curi iPad dengan Nintendo tu, main sorang sorang dekat belakang peti ais :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although I spent time with these pendeks, hahah, didn't chitchat with Isya. So, today, I didn't came to school-still sick- and I went to Grandma's as they were going back to Sabah today. Finally chitchatted with Isya today. And, hey, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Im almost as tall as Isya.&lt;/span&gt; Fine, Imma bad liar, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrNEgtNoP2s/Tb_oU3BdYoI/AAAAAAAAAyw/f_vFPMB8C90/s1600/Image121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrNEgtNoP2s/Tb_oU3BdYoI/AAAAAAAAAyw/f_vFPMB8C90/s200/Image121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602451906537284226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tip-toed, hohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, they went back just now and they've already arrived at Sabah, I think. Oh, so, mase diorang nak balik tu, snapped some pictures ;) Right after they were about to head off to the airport, my other relatives came, so yeah. They meet &amp;amp; greet, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUPqrgifMPw/Tb_xBLR723I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/cPoBaA3kKRM/s1600/Image120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUPqrgifMPw/Tb_xBLR723I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/cPoBaA3kKRM/s200/Image120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602461463982365554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpPD9sJlQbY/Tb_xBdcjhDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/4z-t69iVyrE/s1600/Image123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpPD9sJlQbY/Tb_xBdcjhDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/4z-t69iVyrE/s200/Image123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602461468858745906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PzJ8OC0XKoU/Tb_xBSDy0II/AAAAAAAAAzg/JxH12uzvd_k/s1600/Image124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PzJ8OC0XKoU/Tb_xBSDy0II/AAAAAAAAAzg/JxH12uzvd_k/s200/Image124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602461465802100866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;copyright of Sukahati Sayelah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, goodbye peeps and goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight :D&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/2831626882038025371-2120293839141751539?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2120293839141751539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2120293839141751539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/farewell-saba-fellows-d.html' title='Farewell Sabah Fellows :&apos;D'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ynzvNimeg-E/Tb_1beuMr7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/95JvMO8A9E4/s72-c/tumblr_lk2accZSQi1qf33i7o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-8934386925618868039</id><published>2011-04-30T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T16:04:02.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SingSong, whattheheck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhd85yZ7cG1qh6a78o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 215px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhd85yZ7cG1qh6a78o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoyhoyahoy~&lt;br /&gt;Meheheh, miss me? No? Oh, foinneeeeee :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, so, our English teacher wanted us, the 2 Cemerlang 1s, to perform any kind of performance on Thursday which is English Day. Patutnye minggu depan, but on this Thursday, kitorang tak ready langsung, and takde preparations ke hape pun. So, they postponed it to the next next Thursday, Alhamdulillah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, ni nak cerita ni, LOL. On Thurday, we held the first rehearsal. It was chaos. We were supposed to practice on the stage at Dewan Angsana but then the prefects did their meetings there and they used our class too, bleekkh. So, we went to 2c2, and sat there first. Jazmin sang for the audition, like WOAH. Tapi, budak lelaki, malu lah ape lah, gedik bebenor lah ye? HAHAHA. Syafiqah went tho photostat the lyrics, and after she'd done that, we started singing. Puteri brought her laptop after school, so we listened to the song on her laptop, but dammit, the sound was too small. We have to like press our ears on the laptop to hear it. But, at least, we've heard it. And then, the prefects had finished their meeting, so we moved our stuff there, to the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys sat at their little spot, while the girls concurred the whole stage by making a circle. I have no idea why we had to do a circle and why every girls must sit on the floor. Diorang kate nak "berbincang". Its more like "berdebat" adelah. Semua ikut kepala hotak sendiri, haiyooo~ But at last, we asked Syamiera to sing it, and we clapped along with the song and its working alright. HAHAHAH, sedap lah jugak :P But mostly sebab suara Syamiera memang sedap, hohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, it started raining and ramai balik. So, there were only me, Ida, Nazuin, Puteri, Syamiera, Syafiqah and Syamimi. They were listening to the song and practicing over and over again, but Syamiera and I, were dancing along the song, LOL. And then, tibatiba je, Syafiqah and Syamimi joined us, so we did cat walks. Its kinda like a fashion show, but we were wearing our P.E uniforms, LOL. It wad 5 something, so we headed down to the front gate, lepaklepak dekat pondok, and went back.  And I accidentally splashed some mud water at a Form 1 girl, heheh, LOL. Tulaaaah, hyper gila sangat :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bythewaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, who watched the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Royal Wedding&lt;/span&gt;'? Raise your hands please :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkg8g9qbQR1qagawvo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 346px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkg8g9qbQR1qagawvo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. They're sho sweet ^^ And her dress is so pretttaaaaaaaaaaaaay :O&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Middleton (right) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;suffered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;bullying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;her room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;had a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;dream to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;marry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;, as did several&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;other girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;percentage of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;enrollment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;at the University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;St&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;Andrews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;grew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;were women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;It was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps atn" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;“ to draw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;the prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;, it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps atn" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;“ to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;they were all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;plebeian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;But Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;didn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;… and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;climbed into the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;it was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;was waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Its like waiting for her Prince Charming and having him at last. Kate lived a fairytale love story :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reports by Tumblr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore Kate Middleton :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-8934386925618868039?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/8934386925618868039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/8934386925618868039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/singsong-whattheheck.html' title='SingSong, whattheheck.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-5827423635891982973</id><published>2011-04-25T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:54:34.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moanday. Thats what it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9162365/tumblr_lk7p32PT251qjqrn5o1_500_large.jpg?1303741763"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 284px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9162365/tumblr_lk7p32PT251qjqrn5o1_500_large.jpg?1303741763" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello. Im Iqa and I hate Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Boo~ Takut tak takut tak? :3 Haziqah bangang.&lt;br /&gt;Its 10.30 and Im sleepy, so here goes the talk in Manglish~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, kay, so, today was as usual. Perhimpunan, same thing, penyampaian hadiah and whatsoever. The principal gave those who got 4As and above, batches. I was called, I think. Well, entahlah. I was talking to Syamimi, then I thought I heard "NURHAZIQAH", so yeah, pergi jelah depan. I was shy to death, hahah. Serious malu. I mean, people staring at you, watching your every move, malu lah weh, malu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni lagi malu, masa nak naik pentas, I was called late, so I had to sit at the back, and nak naik tu, tinggi tau, and Im such a shorty, so I was scared and so I just sat there like 'omg omg, camne nak naik ni, adoii?' but semua orang kept saying "Haziqah, naik jelah, naik" D: Ape lagi, I climb the third stairs and hambek kau, kain aku terselak sampai lutut. Fazira said she covered me, so maybe the guys tak nampak. But then Syafiqah, who sat like three meters away, said "Weh, Haziqah, tadi masa kau naik pentas, kain kau terselak sampai lutut doh~" AWWW, DAMMIT. Malu weh malu. Im just hoping no one saw my leg. Dahlah aurat, kejadah pakai tudung, tapi nampak lutut, buduh, buduh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk1x24Q9NK1qefqzao1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 258px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk1x24Q9NK1qefqzao1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, btw, you know this gal? Shes the Bieber's One Less Lonely Girl Malaysia. Girrrrrrrl, you're so lucky, dangg~ I stalked her Tumblr, and she told how she became OLLG, and man, I wish that was me. She even got to meet Selena Gomez, backstage, well I don't care 'bout that coz' Im not a Selena fan anymore, but heck yeah, that's awesome, man.&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/2831626882038025371-5827423635891982973?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5827423635891982973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5827423635891982973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/moanday-thats-what-it-is.html' title='Moanday. Thats what it is.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-1620424820822519316</id><published>2011-04-24T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T20:28:28.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinky Cupcakes :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Hey there. Yesterday was Saturday ey? Its baking time, weehee xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxozMQ5wDoE/TcFGP8U6kHI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/lHyIW-5ZcxA/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxozMQ5wDoE/TcFGP8U6kHI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/lHyIW-5ZcxA/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602836651131441266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Cupcake with Pink Vanilla Frosting. Well, yes, it does sound boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe its not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;pretty. At first, I put on the frosting nicely, but then, I just got lazy, so yeah. This is the results. On the first try, my frosting went wrong, I was supposed to use icing sugar, instead, I used normal sugar. How was I supposed to know? I thought they were the same thing, LOL. Shut that mouth T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were supposed to be pretty like these D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKG7sjpiIHU/TbORnfPuUuI/AAAAAAAAAyA/IXNY0NpHPT0/s1600/tumblr_ljmb8l28491qe49wpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKG7sjpiIHU/TbORnfPuUuI/AAAAAAAAAyA/IXNY0NpHPT0/s200/tumblr_ljmb8l28491qe49wpo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598978869340033762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did turned out like these rite? Except, mine are ugly and not-so-delicious, LOL. But honestly, I kinda like my frosting. It looks kinda pretty if you look at it from a distance, HAHAH. Not so pretty if you look closely, heheh :P Mostly, I love it cause it looks nice in Pink :D Well, at least I did accomplished something yesterday, didn't I? So, sape nak rasa? It &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;may &lt;/span&gt;turns out delicious :D HAHAHHA. As usual, recipe is by&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.google.com"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mr. Googly Google !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-1620424820822519316?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1620424820822519316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1620424820822519316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/pinky-cupcakes-d.html' title='Pinky Cupcakes :D'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxozMQ5wDoE/TcFGP8U6kHI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/lHyIW-5ZcxA/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-6458612955951011898</id><published>2011-04-22T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T19:23:35.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Ilayhi Rajioon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Truly, to Allah we belong and truly to Him we shall return”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatiha to the dearest Arwah :")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/2831626882038025371-6458612955951011898?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6458612955951011898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6458612955951011898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/inna-lillahi-wa-inna-ilayhi-rajioon.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-7620360571303203941</id><published>2011-04-21T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T19:52:03.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beliebers, I'm so jealous of ya~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9013042/tumblr_ljzh4vKdN71qbor3uo1_500_large.jpg?1303357704"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 271px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9013042/tumblr_ljzh4vKdN71qbor3uo1_500_large.jpg?1303357704" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Know this guy? No? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waaaatttt&lt;/span&gt;? Do you live under a rock or somethaaayyyngg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, so for you guys &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Beliebers &lt;/span&gt;out there, tau kan Bieber is in Malaysia? Well, yeah,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIEBS CONCERT IS TONIGHT&lt;/span&gt;, baybaaaayy~ Hoh, seronok kah anda? For those who have the tickets, I know you guys are having a blast even though the concert haven't start yet :P Syamiera, Syahirah, Jazmin &amp;amp; Khaliqah are going, dammit. And I envy those girls who won those Meet &amp;amp; Greet passes and backstage passes to&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;meet JB, aaahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nak jugak! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Bieber Haters, just because its raining, doesn't mean its because JBs going to sing. So, shut up and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;find your brain somewhere &lt;/span&gt;before I smash your head to pieces, kay?&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/2831626882038025371-7620360571303203941?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/7620360571303203941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/7620360571303203941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/beliebers-im-so-jealous-of-ya.html' title='Beliebers, I&apos;m so jealous of ya~'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-3415171208619908556</id><published>2011-04-19T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T19:54:56.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syamiera, Syamiera~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8951381/tumblr_ljrudlAWT11qeldjao1_500_large.png?1303180179"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 267px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8951381/tumblr_ljrudlAWT11qeldjao1_500_large.png?1303180179" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Heyhey guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;? Sucks for you, HAHAH. Siot je aku -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, schools been fine. Okay, malas lah nak ber-English xD *This story is just hard to explain in English. So, Imma speak Malay plus English, kay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tadi, dekat sekolah, on extra class, I sat with Munirah. Syamiera, Ida, Anis, Iqbal &amp;amp; Alawi tengah borak borak. I got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;at my BM essay book, HAHAH, so I tore one page out, and semua mesti pernah buat, rite. If you koyak satu page, yang belakang mesti terkoyak sekali kan? So, I took one of those papers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;conteng-conteng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, sepatutnye nak buat rangka karangan, but I'm lazy liddat, kan? HAHAH, so, I smashed that paper into a paper-ball &amp;lt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;apekejadahkahitu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;? And so, I threw it at Syamiera but it hit the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Syamiera was like "Whaaaat?" and she picked the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;paperball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;up and shove it into Ida's water bottle, LOL. Siot gile Syamiera, Ida baru je habis minum, so, there was a tiny bits of water. We were all like "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAH, bengong, Syamiera minum ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;". At first, everyone laughed but then, everyone started to bet and they were like "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Weh, kalau kau minum, air tu, aku bagi kau 4 ringgit, eh tak 3, eh 5 ringgit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;" And then, Syamiera just took the bottle and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;drank the water which was mixed with the paper-ball which had hit the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~ Semua orang macam tergamam gile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no one said a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. You guys should have look at their faces, especially Iqbal's, LOL. I was not that surprised sebab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Syamiera tu memang gile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~ HAHA, thats why I love her xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, btw, on Monday, the class found a cat under the lab's sink. She was with her 4&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;little just-born babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ Little cuties :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Heh, bye ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-3415171208619908556?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3415171208619908556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3415171208619908556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/syamiera-syamiera.html' title='Syamiera, Syamiera~'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-4666824791215241309</id><published>2011-04-17T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:25:02.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't need your money, money.</title><content type='html'>Of course you don't, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I need it&lt;/span&gt;. I need your money money money xD&lt;br /&gt;I really want your B-bling b-bling, I badly need your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;cha-ching cha-ching&lt;/span&gt;. I just really need some mooooney. Remember 'bout the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Price Tag&lt;/span&gt; T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-4666824791215241309?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4666824791215241309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4666824791215241309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-dont-need-your-money-money.html' title='We don&apos;t need your money, money.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-2246683221919748458</id><published>2011-04-17T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T13:35:16.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamy Dream, Me :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/3921754/4710866180_63758ffb41_z_large.jpg?1284651950"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 213px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/3921754/4710866180_63758ffb41_z_large.jpg?1284651950" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be real good at skateboarding (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Skateboard pun takde D:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna gimme one? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8862386/tumblr_ljctozwNVY1qfnxzjo1_500_large.jpg?1302959559"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 212px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8862386/tumblr_ljctozwNVY1qfnxzjo1_500_large.jpg?1302959559" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the guitar, jeng.&lt;br /&gt;Sing my own song, and people will be like&lt;br /&gt;"WOW, that girl's awesome!" :)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8321036/tumblr_lisoleSXuF1qas7d8o1_500_large.jpg?1301361243"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 209px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8321036/tumblr_lisoleSXuF1qas7d8o1_500_large.jpg?1301361243" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear the best clothe&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;s ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prada, Gucci, Chanel, you name it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8859253/Pretty-Pastels-_large.jpg?1302950123"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 210px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8859253/Pretty-Pastels-_large.jpg?1302950123" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the best baker in town :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a good baker sudah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8578058/12842167214293_large.jpg?1302129514"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8578058/12842167214293_large.jpg?1302129514" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT be lazy at studying.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be smart smart smart :D&lt;br /&gt;Go straight A's!&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/2831626882038025371-2246683221919748458?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2246683221919748458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2246683221919748458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/dreamy-dream-me-d.html' title='Dreamy Dream, Me :D'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-5248449854151409273</id><published>2011-04-16T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T07:43:10.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIEBER EXPERIENCE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bestmovienews.indiegeniusprodu.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Justin-Bieber-Never-Say-Never-3D-Full-length-Trailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://bestmovienews.indiegeniusprodu.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Justin-Bieber-Never-Say-Never-3D-Full-length-Trailer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gosh, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;NEVER SAY NEVER&lt;/span&gt; was literally the awesomest 3D movie ever. I kept saying 'AWESOMEST' and I don't know why, LOL. The starting was exciting, Syamiera &amp;amp; I kept hitting each other in excitement. I mean, I mean, theres a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3D Justin Bieber&lt;/span&gt; in front of you stretching out his arms as if he was pulling you, so let me ask you, how could you NOT be pulling him back? HAHAH, its really like he's standing right there. The movie was filled with 'awwwws' and 'aaaahhhs'. Syamiera even cried. I'm really not a true belieber but this movie, this movie is not great, it's not good, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;IT'S SIMPLY AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;! And on the ending, they have this tiny bits of shiny things raining on us, and I tried to grab it. And I swear, one of them got in my eyes, HAHAH. They were REAL 3D! Wooohooooo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, Love yaaa :D&lt;br /&gt;P.s : I just had the best &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;red velvet cupcake&lt;/span&gt; ever~&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/2831626882038025371-5248449854151409273?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5248449854151409273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5248449854151409273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/bieber-experience.html' title='BIEBER EXPERIENCE.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-5567976233848311084</id><published>2011-04-15T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:58:01.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its your Birthday, ahah, ohyeah :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a shout-out to my dearest friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYdcb42QTlU/TamLfMxD1xI/AAAAAAAAAxo/5SfUXkJbH2A/s1600/DSCN5620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYdcb42QTlU/TamLfMxD1xI/AAAAAAAAAxo/5SfUXkJbH2A/s800/DSCN5620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596157380103755538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; HAPPY 14th BIRTHDAY SYAMIMI~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey girl, you're old. Happy Birthday, girlfrayyynddd :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;As usual, I stayed back cause I was on duty at the school's store thingy, and from 12.30 to 2.00, we, which is Me, Iffah, Syamiera, Nabila, Munirah, Ida, Anis &amp;amp; Shumu, went to Syamimi's house and planned a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;surprise party&lt;/span&gt; for her. Well, its not that surprising, because Syamimi knew we were going to do something, and she knew there will be lots of food and balloons. So, yeah, it wasn't really a surprise, LOL. Syamimi went in the house with her eyes closed, and when she opened it, everyone was like "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;throwing balloons&lt;/span&gt;, AHAH. Muka Syamimi cuak gile, meheheh. Semua macam excited gile main dgn belon. Sepak sepak, baling dekat muka orang lah, gila betul. Then, makan-makan cakes and KFC, oh yumm. We went crazy with the balloons. The house almost explode with us screaming and giggling. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Camwhored &lt;/span&gt;and went back to school and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;main tepung &lt;/span&gt;dekat sekolah, ahahah. Munirah, Iffah and Ida just arrived and I was like "Hey korang. Mane yang lain?" and then WHUUUSSH, I threw a hand-full of flour. AHAH, they were all like AAAAAAAH~ Syamiera, Shumu and Anis arrived late- they were spying on two lovebirds, dating, LOL. Iffah's face got hit by the flour I threw, HAHAH. Habis mata die pedih~ Actually, she threw flour at me and I duck and threw a hand-full of flour at her. It hit her right on the face, LOL. The place in front of the school's store was a mess, so Iffah and me sweep the flour and mopped it until the place was clean, I know, kitorang rajin seh, AHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks girls- for joining and planning and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;making it all work out&lt;/span&gt; perfect :)&lt;br /&gt;Byee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-5567976233848311084?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5567976233848311084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5567976233848311084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-your-birthday-ahah-ohyeah-d.html' title='Its your Birthday, ahah, ohyeah :D'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYdcb42QTlU/TamLfMxD1xI/AAAAAAAAAxo/5SfUXkJbH2A/s72-c/DSCN5620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-6882123619149148982</id><published>2011-04-14T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T17:54:26.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter, its the best medicine :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8696566/736027-7-1302462527743_large.jpg?1302468808"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 249px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8696566/736027-7-1302462527743_large.jpg?1302468808" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture by weheartit.com :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had the AWESOMEST day :) And 'awesomest' is not even a word ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I stayed back today because there was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Puteri Islam&lt;/span&gt;'s marching thingy practice. We, which is Me, Syamiera, Nazuin, Anis A, Anis T, Farihah, Alya and Effa, thought the practice ends at 5, but turns out, it ended at 4 -.- So, we just hanged-out the back of the school. The Azan was in the air, so we went in front, just to be safe, in case that '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;' come~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat near the canteen and talked about crushes, Korean -.- and stuffs and bumped with Daniel, Ikmal &amp;amp; Alawi. And a while late, Marha &amp;amp; Arissa came and then, Nadiah, Anis &amp;amp; Yunee came. Syamiera had to go, as her father had come and Nadiah &amp;amp; Yunee went to 7E. But, Daniel, Ikmal &amp;amp; Alawi came back, next. Alawi bought his bike, so I rode it. Anis wanted to, too and the next moment, everyone wanted to, LOL. Its like we've never seen or rode a bike before, HAHAH. Anis, Alya, Marha, Arissa, Alawi &amp;amp; Daniel started playing '&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tiang tiang&lt;/span&gt;'. Oh, I miss that. The kind of game you used to play in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Primary School&lt;/span&gt;. I became the monkey, LOL. But, yeah, I was too excited with the bike, I rode it like its mine, heheh~ Alawi kept &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;pranking &lt;/span&gt;people with pulling the bike while someone is riding, bengong lah budak tu :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, kay, so I guess that's all?&lt;br /&gt;LOL, kay.&lt;br /&gt;Bye &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-6882123619149148982?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6882123619149148982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/6882123619149148982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/laughter-its-best-medicine.html' title='Laughter, its the best medicine :)'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-2617255801315344757</id><published>2011-04-13T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:11:56.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl, stop it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dengan budak laki, seniors, juniors, baik gile. Buat muke comel lah segala.&lt;br /&gt;In front of me, perangai macam ppfftt. I'm sick of your attitude.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't that perfect but you ain't that nice, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: If you wanna be two-faced, at least make one of them pretty, kay?&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/2831626882038025371-2617255801315344757?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2617255801315344757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2617255801315344757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/dengan-budak-laki-seniors-juniors-baik.html' title='Girl, stop it.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-4129803835745848201</id><published>2011-04-13T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T20:07:05.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS LIKE THE LONGEST WEEK EVER~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mood: Feeling like -_________-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="eow-title" class="" dir="ltr" title="© Dawud Wharnsby - Sing children of the world"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Sing Children of The World :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;boomshakalakaboomboom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8766919/tumblr_lgv0zcO06I1qde3yio1_500_large.jpg?1302688225"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 224px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8766919/tumblr_lgv0zcO06I1qde3yio1_500_large.jpg?1302688225" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is Friday coming? Coz' I gotta get down on Friday xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey peeps! Kay, I don't know why, but I feel like this week has been too long. In my mind, I'll be like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;OMG, its Friday, is it? Yayy!&lt;/span&gt;" And when I wake up to reality, I'll be like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh. Its Wednesday. Darn it.&lt;/span&gt;" Ahh, be patient, Iqa.  Sabar itu separuh daripada iman~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and today at school, we hardly studied. Lots of teachers didn't came. My math teacher, especially. But, yay. No math for me brain anymore :3 My brain needs a vacation. Maybe in Hawaii? Wait, what am I talking 'bout? Oh, kay so, half of the day we just sat there in the class/library doing nothing. But as usual, me and my friends are the loud-mouths. Chatting and being crazy is our thing, HAHAH. Conclusion is, YAY FOR ME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, btw, the school held an Explorace just now. Oh, wait, explorace = explore + race ! Gosh, I just figured that out just now, while typing. Maaan, I'm stuuuupid :P Talking 'bout stupidity, we almost lost the Explorace because of my stupid-ness &amp;lt;-- This isn't even a word -.- But, the Explorace was mostly about the school's staffs' stuffs. LOL, that's confusing. The question are mostly about teachers, school buildings, visions and etc. Thank god there weren't any Geography questions, or Science questions, or Living Skills' questions. I'll be dead before answering any of that x.x heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkaaay, I'm bored already.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. KbyetalktoyoulatercozIgottagowellnotreallyIdontneedtogobutIwanttobecauseImboredlikeyeah.&lt;br /&gt;Byeee :D&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/2831626882038025371-4129803835745848201?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4129803835745848201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4129803835745848201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-like-longest-week-ever.html' title='ITS LIKE THE LONGEST WEEK EVER~'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-901671682426481352</id><published>2011-04-09T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:16:50.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9M9rBpXdYk/Tp1DpC58WVI/AAAAAAAABok/IHSuR2Hvg_Y/s1600/P1000579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9M9rBpXdYk/Tp1DpC58WVI/AAAAAAAABok/IHSuR2Hvg_Y/s400/P1000579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664758278735550802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, Raya 2009~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look so childish and fat xD&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/2831626882038025371-901671682426481352?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/901671682426481352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/901671682426481352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/ah-raya-2009-i-look-so-childish-and.html' title='Memories.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9M9rBpXdYk/Tp1DpC58WVI/AAAAAAAABok/IHSuR2Hvg_Y/s72-c/P1000579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-4706408695185487876</id><published>2011-04-06T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T18:33:34.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They got nothing on youu, babyy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8559777/tumblr_lj8031UUpd1qhnfz0o1_500_large.png?1302075839"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 235px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8559777/tumblr_lj8031UUpd1qhnfz0o1_500_large.png?1302075839" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey there :B&lt;br /&gt;What's been going on this week? Well, nothing much, I'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday : &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Just the usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday : We got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Teeth Check&lt;/span&gt;. Wats dat? It means -Nurses coming to our school asking us to open our mouth wide to check if there's anything gross with our teeth. And yeah, MY TEETH ARE AWESOME, baby! AHAH. Oh, I stayed back with Shumu, Syamimi &amp;amp; Syafiqah, and we went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;computer lab&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;raining cats and dogs&lt;/span&gt;, well, not literally. My bag got wet, and when I checked my stuffs, all the books were wet and soaked, bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday : Ah, yes. That's  today. Oh, there was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spot check&lt;/span&gt;. There was one last Friday, but that was a 'small' spot check which is class by class. This one was refer by the teacher as 'SPOT CHECK BESAR-BESARAN DI TAPAK PERHIMPUNAN'. I sat with Syamiera on the assembly, so we were like "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Eh, tali pinggang kena rampas? Nanti terlondeh seluar die, HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;". We talked nonsense coz' we're cool liddat~ AHAHA, so yeah. There was supposed to be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Puteri Islam&lt;/span&gt;'s meeting, so I stayed back 'till 5. Turns out, the meeting was like 5 minutes or something because there were just a few girls attending. So, I called my dad to pick me up at 3.30 and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;rain &lt;/span&gt;came pouring again. I stayed at the library with Syamimi &amp;amp; Syafiqah 'till the rain stopped and I went back :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, homework calling. I hate you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-4706408695185487876?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4706408695185487876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/4706408695185487876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/they-got-nothing-on-youu-babyy.html' title='They got nothing on youu, babyy :)'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-144757240550650336</id><published>2011-04-04T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:11:25.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding like hoyeah!</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/-t6ITdD4LDRM/TZrbqj3TCGI/AAAAAAAAAwo/JNZUp7TVimg/s1600/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6ITdD4LDRM/TZrbqj3TCGI/AAAAAAAAAwo/JNZUp7TVimg/s200/DSC00210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592023411562055778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amateur photographer, me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heeeyhey :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay so, as usual, on Monday, I have extra class 'till 3.30 and mom&amp;amp;dad brought me out for lunch. Oh, and when I got back home, I accidentally hit my mom's car with the the car's door, so I wasn't paying attention, and I accidentally closed the car's door and hit my thumb. Nothing serious, just the usual. My mom wanna see it cause I screamed, so I was like 'naaah, nothing' but my skin was peeled off. Y'know the skin right under your nail? Well, that one on my thumb peeled off and then it started bleeding -.- Not the usual little blood, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;it was a lot of blood&lt;/span&gt;. It was bleeding like crazy, and it even dripped to my palm. My dad asked me to suck it and then spit the blood out, but yuck, it was hell lot of blood, I'm not putting those in my mouth! I washed it out, and phuhhh, it hurts. So, I wipe it with a tissue and cried and fell asleep in front of the TV, hihih. When I woke up, my thumb was still bleeding but now, its kinda okay. I can't write properly, though. So, Mom, can that be an excuse for me to skip school tomorrow? hee~&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/2831626882038025371-144757240550650336?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/144757240550650336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/144757240550650336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/bleeding-like-hoyeah.html' title='Bleeding like hoyeah!'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6ITdD4LDRM/TZrbqj3TCGI/AAAAAAAAAwo/JNZUp7TVimg/s72-c/DSC00210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-1692645456695186089</id><published>2011-04-03T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T15:40:21.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results going down the drain~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got my exam results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not gonna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;because it sucks.&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/2831626882038025371-1692645456695186089?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1692645456695186089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1692645456695186089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/results-going-down-drain.html' title='Results going down the drain~'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-3594807850134817179</id><published>2011-04-02T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:53:33.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8440545/tent+designis+mine_large.jpg?1301751357"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 357px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8440545/tent+designis+mine_large.jpg?1301751357" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohmygosh, this is just so cute. I wanna have a sleepover just like this one :)&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/2831626882038025371-3594807850134817179?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3594807850134817179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3594807850134817179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/ohmygosh-this-is-just-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-2359383276262811394</id><published>2011-04-02T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T11:39:08.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored. Read it or not, its up to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-14xuKnRX0Uc/TZfrzR5o8UI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Cy816lxEbEA/s1600/Image105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-14xuKnRX0Uc/TZfrzR5o8UI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Cy816lxEbEA/s200/Image105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591196728614777154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey guyys~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its 9.46 a.m and this is one of those posts where I'm lifeless and I felt like babbling 'bout me. Ah, so, dinner? Mushroom soup in a cup next to the laptop, hee :) Oh, and I went to PWTC just now. Mom wanted to go to the Home Deco exhibition thingy, so we all went there. Took the taxi as Dad don't want to drive coz' there were usual Saturday traffic jams everywhere. I hate public transportation. Oh, wait no, I just hate Taxis but I love buses and LRTs, though. Why? Idk, maybe because of the car. Call me fussy, but I feel like vomiting if I ride a, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what do you call it&lt;/span&gt;, a low car like Proton Saga, Audi A4, and stuffs. I rather like riding a MyVi, Kenari and Sorento. Oh okay, too mush blabbering. So, we stopped at the mall near PWTC and had lunch. I was starving, hihih. Oh, and there was this tractor guy, when we were crossing the road, he almost hit a lady's head by the tractor. Bengong~ The exhibition thingy was kinda more like Ikea. Home stuffs, cleaning appliances and household machines. I love those new furniture because its as if the furniture was calling me to lie on their soft, puffy mattress. And thats why I love Ikea. As if you had a house filled with new, comfy furniture. Hihih, I'm talking nonsense. Nothing more. Took the taxi, went home and online-d all evening :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-2359383276262811394?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2359383276262811394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/2359383276262811394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-bored-read-it-or-not-its-up-to-you.html' title='I&apos;m bored. Read it or not, its up to you.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-14xuKnRX0Uc/TZfrzR5o8UI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Cy816lxEbEA/s72-c/Image105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-1332048006890519706</id><published>2011-03-31T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:08:45.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You win.</title><content type='html'>I take back what I said. Okay? Satisfied? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be friends with you, seriously I do. Fine, fine. I was wrong. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What I did was wrong. All I did was wrong -.- But, you were wrong too. Okay, 50/50. Hmmph? The main reason I NEVER say sorry at you (which is absolutely not true) is because I've told you before - I suck at saying 'Sorry' &amp;amp; 'Thank you'. Remember, remember? Just because of this tiny little thing, you wanna insult me? No insults, no cries? Kaayy? I suck at fights and I suck at being a good friend. So shutthehellupandletsbefriendsagain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I sounded harsh, but I hate being all sad and serious just because of a useless thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves, Loves, Loves xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-1332048006890519706?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1332048006890519706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/1332048006890519706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-win.html' title='You win.'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-5387939417252068829</id><published>2011-03-28T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T17:50:07.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syamiera's :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eD7UzKTVZas/TZfs4aK0PuI/AAAAAAAAAwI/A9QF5zLECt4/s1600/DSCN5615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eD7UzKTVZas/TZfs4aK0PuI/AAAAAAAAAwI/A9QF5zLECt4/s800/DSCN5615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591197916245278434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gZ4QiwAUL5c/TZfs41c6mxI/AAAAAAAAAwY/CJarKpqKfIA/s1600/DSCN5673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gZ4QiwAUL5c/TZfs41c6mxI/AAAAAAAAAwY/CJarKpqKfIA/s800/DSCN5673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591197923568950034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYigowty0Xo/TZwxRRaKLnI/AAAAAAAAAw4/y2KQCOuPdjs/s1600/DSCN5636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYigowty0Xo/TZwxRRaKLnI/AAAAAAAAAw4/y2KQCOuPdjs/s800/DSCN5636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592399010087972466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you right here, Imma Rocketeer. Let's flyyyyy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngeeeheey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, so on the weekends, I went to Syamiera's :D It was hella fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;: Uh, so. They were s'possed to make a full rehearsal that day, but Syafiqah &amp;amp; Iffah didn't come, so we don't have anyone to replace their part. And so, we rehearsed a little bit at the condominium's pool/playground and went up to eat. AHAH, and then, we played at the playground, hee :D We were crazzaaay! HAHAH, and snapped a lot of photos ♥ Munirah went back early, and after she left, we made some covers of songs. Lol, it was funny. We made 'Lala Land', 'Speak Now' &amp;amp; 'Dan Sebenarnya''s cover, HAHAH. We sang at the 9th floor hallway xD Luckily, none of the neighbours complained~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, so the next day, Syafiqah came, but Iffah didn't. We did a full rehearsal this time, with the props and costumes stuffs. And then, went upstair, had lunch at the hallway, hihih. Syamiera's house was on the 9th floor, so it was kinda windy at the hallway, so we had a picnic there. Went swimming later.I didn't, though, I didn't bring extra clothes. Oh, snapped a lot of photos, but the camera was out of memories and I literally deleted almost all the swimming photos -.- Then, while we were having extreme fun, the guard came and scold us. He was being all like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adik, you resident kan dekat sini? *pandang Syamiera* You tak bace ke signboard tu? Kena pakai baju berenang kan? Kamu, 1, 2, 3, 4, keluar sekarang!&lt;/span&gt;" Okay, he talks Malay funny because he's an Indian dude. Kerek oh pak guard tu. Padahal kitorg pakai baju biase kot. Bukannye pakai jeans and stuffs -.- Habis, nak pakai ape? Pakai bikini? At least, tak payah lah rude sangat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just because we're kids, doesn't mean we don't have brains and you can be extremely rude to us. &lt;/span&gt;And bleeekh, we had to go upstairs, back to Syamiera's house. So, masa Munirah nak balik, Syamiera's mom followed and gave the Guard dude a taste of her own medicine! Her mom marah gila2 pak guard tu :) Serves you right! Oh, so, Syamimi's mom was s'possed to fetch us at 4.30, but she came a bit late, and we did some crazy videos :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, so well, here it is :)&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast ♥&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum :')&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/2831626882038025371-5387939417252068829?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5387939417252068829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/5387939417252068829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/syamieras-d.html' title='Syamiera&apos;s :D'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eD7UzKTVZas/TZfs4aK0PuI/AAAAAAAAAwI/A9QF5zLECt4/s72-c/DSCN5615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-3302408022921723081</id><published>2011-03-25T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:23:24.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b67Ni11o1ks/TZCMby1DglI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/NBvph66elGo/s1600/DSCN5486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b67Ni11o1ks/TZCMby1DglI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/NBvph66elGo/s800/DSCN5486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589121546695443026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okaytodaywaslikethegreatestcraziestdayinthelifeofhaziqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeey :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as usual, gotta be on duty at the school's store. Bbut, Syamimi's drama group gotta practice their performance, so they stayed back with us. And, all 7 of us went to Syamimi's house. Oh wait, '7 of us' means Syamimi, Syafiqah, Nabila, Syamiera, Shumu, Anis and Me! Crowded gila. LOL, Iffah got left behind. She wass s'possed to walk home with Anis and all, but they didn't wait for her, so she followed her sister's friend. Poor Iffah, though. HAHA, so, they practiced at the school's Cosmart, and it was hella funny. I replaced Munirah, eventhough I'm not in their group, heehee. Biaselah, Haziqah kan penyebok :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni, yang sebok2 tolong group lain, group sendiri, performance macam ape je. Not even close to perfect. But, takpetakpe, 'Practice makes Perfect', ey? Heeeh. The guys in my group started calling me 'Mr Director'/Puan Pengarah. LOL, macam hape je. HAHAH. Oh, yeah. And tomorrow, I'll be going to Syamiera's for their drama practice. Padahal bukannye group diorang pun, hihih. Tapi, it wouldn't be fun without me, rite? *perasangile* HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kay, bye :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2831626882038025371-3302408022921723081?l=iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3302408022921723081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2831626882038025371/posts/default/3302408022921723081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iqapunyeblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-friday-gotta-get-down-on-friday.html' title='Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday :D'/><author><name>Iqa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13469777112767761167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj31n4LaOJ4/Tr06e4i-8SI/AAAAAAAABwE/xnEjRponflU/s220/31777_402009683140_600103140_4425144_4869514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b67Ni11o1ks/TZCMby1DglI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/NBvph66elGo/s72-c/DSCN5486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831626882038025371.post-7893778370578822329</id><published>2011-03-24T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T17:17:18.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ACTION! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8179001/tumblr_ldgjj4Gqq41qfzuo6o1_500_large.png?1300941795"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 303px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8179001/tumblr_ldgjj4Gqq41qfzuo6o1_500_large.png?1300941795" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaay. Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Real tired, but blogging is a must, heehee. So, today, I had the drama- 'Rumpelstiltskin' rehearsal. And phheew, let me tell you something, it was chaos. The guys were like toddlers. Running everywhere, playing with the broom and acting like monkeys. We finally finished it, though. It wasn't good at all. Sebab script ada satu je, and then some of them wouldn't cooperate, but we finished it. Aha, we practice at the class but then, our class was messy, so we went to 'Dewan Angsana'. Puteri, Qamarina, Syamimi &amp;amp; Nazuin were there too; they were being the audience :3 But, girls, thanks for the helps with all the monkeys, HAHAHAH. So, we practiced on the stage. And lepas dah habis semua, bersepah gila satu dewan tu -.- And diorang semua b
