<?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-5379568135299856951</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:34:05.274+08:00</updated><category term='bad luck'/><title type='text'>b.i.t.t.e.r.s.w.e.e.t</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-4062558448557270222</id><published>2011-08-30T14:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T14:58:58.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wow. 5 months without a single post. Sigh, I might as well close down my dusty blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Buuut. Hey. Hello earthlings. How have you been? Missed me? Iyea. Izza is doing fine. gemuk banyak tapi time puasa ada la terkurus balik sikit. Tapi masih gemuk seperti sedia kala thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Di kesempatan ini saya ingin mengambil kesempatan untuk menyempat mengucap Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri y'alls! Seronok nye la hai duduk rumah aman permai. Esok open house pulak. Tu tak tergoyang kaki lah. Patah kaki ada la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Drive safe. Eat heartily. Love truly. Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OgS0SzzSCY/TlyJBLlS5fI/AAAAAAAABUo/FHT2MZKxWOw/s1600/IMG_0923.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OgS0SzzSCY/TlyJBLlS5fI/AAAAAAAABUo/FHT2MZKxWOw/s400/IMG_0923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646538686197851634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-4062558448557270222?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/4062558448557270222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=4062558448557270222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4062558448557270222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4062558448557270222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2011/08/selamat-hari-raya-2011.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya 2011'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OgS0SzzSCY/TlyJBLlS5fI/AAAAAAAABUo/FHT2MZKxWOw/s72-c/IMG_0923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-1651934853278457783</id><published>2011-03-17T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:23:24.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mungkin ada hikmah disebalik ketentuan ini. Mungkin ini rezeki saya. Mungkin rezeki papa mama saya.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agak2 sebulan lebih yang lepas, papa mama cerita finally dapat confirm ticket pergi Umrah. Alhamdulillah. Mula2 risau juga, siapa nak teman mama &amp;amp; guide mama ni. Almaklum la mama ni mu'alaf. Pastu sejak kena stroke few years ago, banyak benda mama lupa. But now ada ustazah datang rumah mengajar la. Rasa macam anak tak bertanggung jawab pulak tak take the responsibility ajar mama sendiri.. tapi saya kerja di KL... maafkan saya.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah tu. Pada awalnya tak terfikir pun la nak balik KK. Baru je balik kan CNY lepas. Lagipun Umrah je pun kan, bukan Haji. Tapi macam tersentap sikit last week bila housemate saya kata weekend ni dia takde kat rumah, balik hometown, parents nak pergi Umrah. Ooo.. Sentap. A ah kan, orang kalau parents nak gi Umrah/Haji, anak tu balik la jugak jumpa cium salam kirim doa minta berkat. Haih.. So last week baru la terhegeh2 tengok ticket flight.. Semua dah dekat RM600 huhu.. Dah la nak balik weekend kejap je.. Cuti kedekut pulak, sebab kena saving untuk cuti akhir tahun wedding abang pulak. Nguu.. Tak balik la macam ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hari ni, tiba2 boss saya tanya, you nak balik KK tak? Konfius. Ada important agreement nak execute dekat KK, and it needs to be in the office by Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alhamdulillah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free ticket flight going back to KK for the weekend :) Gerak Friday evening after office &amp;amp; back by Sunday. Tho its a bit adhoc &amp;amp; very short, tapi saya sangat2 bersyukur :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to surprise papa mama :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-1651934853278457783?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1651934853278457783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=1651934853278457783&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1651934853278457783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1651934853278457783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2011/03/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-2988357340022001903</id><published>2011-02-24T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T22:34:18.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rasa seronok kan bila orang introduce diri kita as dia punya best friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rasa special. Rasa happy. Rasa appreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This is Izza, she's my best friend."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rasa terharu. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know who you are ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; yes I'd introduce you as my best friend too.&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/5379568135299856951-2988357340022001903?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/2988357340022001903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=2988357340022001903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2988357340022001903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2988357340022001903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2011/02/shes-my-best-friend.html' title='She&apos;s My Best Friend'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-7666929196720285710</id><published>2011-02-16T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T22:28:54.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its A Good Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was definitely a Good Sunday when my funny friends came by surprise&lt;br /&gt;(walaupun takde surprise mane, bajet daah) :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YO34_FcZbAw/TVvYpPZeiJI/AAAAAAAABUE/N9-tuUK5Qx8/s1600/New%2Bfolder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YO34_FcZbAw/TVvYpPZeiJI/AAAAAAAABUE/N9-tuUK5Qx8/s400/New%2Bfolder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you girlfies *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a second note. I had my 1st ever experience being warded @ Prince Court Medical Centre (PCMC) last Thursday. Had to undergo a so-called procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4Gt_1O-5J8/TVvcedl4mGI/AAAAAAAABUU/CBtvFzH04vU/s1600/IMG00016-20110210-1308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574291379698833506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4Gt_1O-5J8/TVvcedl4mGI/AAAAAAAABUU/CBtvFzH04vU/s400/IMG00016-20110210-1308.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sempat la kaaan :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anesthetized for about 3 hours, and tak sedar apa2 bangun2 the surgery was done. Kepala sangat berat tho ughh tidooo je the next few hours. Nurses kept coming in every 30mins to check my blood pressure, which kept getting lower (as low as 83/55 haha) sampai nurse pun risau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iliaztgh3Fk/TVvceqWgltI/AAAAAAAABUc/WD2IyGoKdlI/s1600/IMG00021-20110210-1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574291383124006610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iliaztgh3Fk/TVvceqWgltI/AAAAAAAABUc/WD2IyGoKdlI/s400/IMG00021-20110210-1814.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tak suke bende ni nyuuu.. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Was on drip which until now the back of my right hand masih rasa nyut2. Slept there. Woke up, breakfast, mandi sana. Got a couple of my sweet colleagues yang datang melawat (dan marah2 membebel2 bcos I didnt tell anyone except my boss). &amp;amp; checked out by evening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D8RZ4OCs2QU/TVvceCrpW0I/AAAAAAAABUM/MkKX9LJ-7h0/s1600/IMG00031-20110210-2039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574291372475243330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D8RZ4OCs2QU/TVvceCrpW0I/AAAAAAAABUM/MkKX9LJ-7h0/s400/IMG00031-20110210-2039.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;post-surgery effect. ugh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-7666929196720285710?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/7666929196720285710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=7666929196720285710&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/7666929196720285710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/7666929196720285710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-good-sunday.html' title='Its A Good Sunday'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YO34_FcZbAw/TVvYpPZeiJI/AAAAAAAABUE/N9-tuUK5Qx8/s72-c/New%2Bfolder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-3045090207137761706</id><published>2011-02-05T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T00:43:40.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say much la kan? Happy Chinese New Year! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569874291269753154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TUwrKE622UI/AAAAAAAABT0/d3XdFSjeYBc/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BCNY%2B2011%2B%25289%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TUwrKakmp9I/AAAAAAAABT8/ank2AZeSwgM/s1600/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BCNY%2B2011%2B%252810%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569874297081997266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TUwrKakmp9I/AAAAAAAABT8/ank2AZeSwgM/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BCNY%2B2011%2B%252810%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TUwrJ7rEPzI/AAAAAAAABTs/NfDaiyEwbU8/s1600/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BCNY%2B2011%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569871267023005506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TUwoaCuPp0I/AAAAAAAABS8/Z7qnUYAhZRg/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BCNY%2B2011%2B%25287%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TUwoZ0Hz2tI/AAAAAAAABS0/MleJPkFpNL8/s1600/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BCNY%2B2011%2B%25288%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569871263103703762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TUwoZ0Hz2tI/AAAAAAAABS0/MleJPkFpNL8/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BCNY%2B2011%2B%25288%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-3045090207137761706?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3045090207137761706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=3045090207137761706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/3045090207137761706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/3045090207137761706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2011/02/chinese-new-year-2011.html' title='Chinese New Year 2011'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TUwrKE622UI/AAAAAAAABT0/d3XdFSjeYBc/s72-c/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BCNY%2B2011%2B%25289%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-7915334722692236439</id><published>2011-01-09T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:11:14.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bestie Syaima' Got Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I knooooowww its been a month!!! sorry for the late post haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a post dedicated to you dear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaima' Tuan Hassan is the name. Our friendship started way back in January 2005. Got introduced to each other on the very first day of our class in Foundation Year in UTP. We didn't click that instantly like most other frienship cliche claims. We were just-coursemates then, since I have another group of besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlxVHkuZkI/AAAAAAAABSs/_9tMdb1uMG8/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560099822589863490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlxVHkuZkI/AAAAAAAABSs/_9tMdb1uMG8/s400/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the closeness grew. January 2006 I asked her to be my roomate and she said "I do" (haha) so she joined my group of besties &amp;amp; we became besties as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlxUjxvt3I/AAAAAAAABSk/vFWMZ0L2FWU/s1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560099812980799346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlxUjxvt3I/AAAAAAAABSk/vFWMZ0L2FWU/s400/02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went thru alot together. Alot. Good times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlxUSWXP-I/AAAAAAAABSc/866ChgQL7Gw/s1600/03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560099808302546914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlxUSWXP-I/AAAAAAAABSc/866ChgQL7Gw/s400/03.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad times.. (haha remember this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlxUHsRY7I/AAAAAAAABSU/VZAX1tS-d00/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560099805441647538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlxUHsRY7I/AAAAAAAABSU/VZAX1tS-d00/s400/04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menggemuk bersama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlw-N_isOI/AAAAAAAABSM/FoIKKvznx9w/s1600/05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560099429175963874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlw-N_isOI/AAAAAAAABSM/FoIKKvznx9w/s400/05.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berjalan-jalan bersama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlw9rJlrqI/AAAAAAAABSE/bDc9sWdxCq8/s1600/06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560099419822861986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlw9rJlrqI/AAAAAAAABSE/bDc9sWdxCq8/s400/06.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until our final semester in UTP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlw8XLOk4I/AAAAAAAABR8/7X5q1A104Oo/s1600/07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560099397281158018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlw8XLOk4I/AAAAAAAABR8/7X5q1A104Oo/s400/07.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to bid farewell to UTP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlw8MBYreI/AAAAAAAABR0/7pWSWQY9_5M/s1600/08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560099394287087074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlw8MBYreI/AAAAAAAABR0/7pWSWQY9_5M/s400/08.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; take ownership of Bachelor's Degree scroll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlw7-o-THI/AAAAAAAABRs/tpiTLum1Esw/s1600/09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560099390695033970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlw7-o-THI/AAAAAAAABRs/tpiTLum1Esw/s400/09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we started our career paths. She landed herself in Kerteh while myself in KLCC. The hanging out became lesser, but once in a while when we meet or talk, it'll seem like we just said goodbye to each other a few days ago. How time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlwSOPCD0I/AAAAAAAABRk/5rPFNvCQ0JU/s1600/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560098673326690114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlwSOPCD0I/AAAAAAAABRk/5rPFNvCQ0JU/s400/10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she got engaged..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlwRz3U34I/AAAAAAAABRc/YklgPUZn8cU/s1600/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560098666247937922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlwRz3U34I/AAAAAAAABRc/YklgPUZn8cU/s400/11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is now happily married :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlwRvgGcHI/AAAAAAAABRU/rlZEXCg5l7A/s1600/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560098665076781170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlwRvgGcHI/AAAAAAAABRU/rlZEXCg5l7A/s400/12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-12-2010 : Congratulations Syaima' &amp;amp; Amir Farid. I wish you both everlasting love &amp;amp; marriage. Oh Syaim's pregant now btw. Now, they really don't waste any time huh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlwRi23BLI/AAAAAAAABRM/4X9IiNucbwU/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560098661682578610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlwRi23BLI/AAAAAAAABRM/4X9IiNucbwU/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, you are full of familial love. Seeing you &amp;amp; your siblings together semua orang akan kata sweet sangat. Never passes prayers. Good sense of fashion. Patient. You're among the best babe to talk heart-to-heart with. Tall *envy*. Never had I imagined you'd be married (and pregant!) this early haha. Busuk itu harus. And no need to mention, manis :) Selamat Pengantin Baru darling! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now. Who's up next? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlwRXSAUEI/AAAAAAAABRE/4yk5hH0MuBc/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560098658575208514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlwRXSAUEI/AAAAAAAABRE/4yk5hH0MuBc/s400/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-7915334722692236439?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/7915334722692236439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=7915334722692236439&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/7915334722692236439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/7915334722692236439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-bestie-syaima-got-married.html' title='My Bestie Syaima&apos; Got Married'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TSlxVHkuZkI/AAAAAAAABSs/_9tMdb1uMG8/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-5819482994753157741</id><published>2011-01-09T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:25:09.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My 74 Followers...</title><content type='html'>Oh Pathetic me. Malas nye dah update blog. Kesian my 74 followers yang aku pun tak tahu kenapa korang nak follow blog si pemalas ni. But thanks! Love ya! haha I'll spend some of my quality time online-ing in McD alone here on a peaceful weekend to update some ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-5819482994753157741?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/5819482994753157741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=5819482994753157741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/5819482994753157741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/5819482994753157741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-my-74-followers.html' title='To My 74 Followers...'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-7189064362288832383</id><published>2010-12-07T10:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T10:11:46.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kucing Haha Kucing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547755406730842354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TP2WJi7x0PI/AAAAAAAABQw/82gZNdC_p_A/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BKucings%2B2.jpg" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After kena kacau&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547755413511782754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TP2WJ8MewWI/AAAAAAAABQ4/o_iEqfrhMGM/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BKucings%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. OK I memang minah freak kucing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-7189064362288832383?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/7189064362288832383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=7189064362288832383&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/7189064362288832383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/7189064362288832383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/12/kucing-haha-kucing.html' title='Kucing Haha Kucing'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TP2WJi7x0PI/AAAAAAAABQw/82gZNdC_p_A/s72-c/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BKucings%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-3956179169816084871</id><published>2010-12-05T23:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:22:13.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sudden Island Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It all started with a simple question i threw to my parents: "Gila ka saya kalau saya mau pergi pulau satu orang?". And my mum replied: "Gila."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question: "Jom pi pulau?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mum starts dialing her contact. &amp;amp; its all arranged for a day trip to Bunga Raya and Gayana Island. Meet at Jesselton Point 10.45am tomorrow (Sunday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPux-DHYGzI/AAAAAAAABPQ/MKil4EQ9mHs/s1600/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547223045583149874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPux-DHYGzI/AAAAAAAABPQ/MKil4EQ9mHs/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. My initial plan to go all by myself was because (1) I wanted to find a peace of mind, (2) I don't feel like talking to people, (3) I hate waiting for others, as much as I hate others waiting for me, (4) I simply wanted some time alone &amp;amp; (5) indulge into the beautiful mother nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then. Oh well. It so happened a friend of Mama has been ajak-ing them for quite some time. So this is the time lah. Its an all expense paid trip. All 11 people in the group. Inclusive of Papa, Mama &amp;amp; myself. (So much for my quiet pulau trip, duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go Manukan Island. But Aunty has arranged for Bunga Raya (a new island) and Gayana Island pulak. Sigh. This is like an island hopping trip - the Orang Kaya style. Why? Keep on scrolling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPux-nia9UI/AAAAAAAABPY/Zr37deRMHhs/s1600/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547223055360259394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPux-nia9UI/AAAAAAAABPY/Zr37deRMHhs/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Arrived in Bunga Raya Island. Nicely landscaped. Lots of Bunga Raya. Obviously. Water was abit keruh. Our tour guide said its the monsoon season, and you cant swim here. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPux_H6niyI/AAAAAAAABPg/1IWsS7MB-2g/s1600/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547223064051682082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPux_H6niyI/AAAAAAAABPg/1IWsS7MB-2g/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They built this waterfall in the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPux_l_If3I/AAAAAAAABPo/RncHAkD8DNE/s1600/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547223072123682674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPux_l_If3I/AAAAAAAABPo/RncHAkD8DNE/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25284%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a pretty sight &amp;amp; serene. Not many tourists were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuyAbfeD_I/AAAAAAAABPw/vDdahWzVyfE/s1600/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547223086486392818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuyAbfeD_I/AAAAAAAABPw/vDdahWzVyfE/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25285%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A swimming pool facing the island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tour guide kept pusing2 the pulau and showed us the spa house, the urut house, and I began wondering whats our motive coming here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuz7XGzZcI/AAAAAAAABQo/LeuhsSCL-LM/s1600/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547225198433101250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuz7XGzZcI/AAAAAAAABQo/LeuhsSCL-LM/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25286%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mind you, this is the toilet of a guest house - RM8,000 per night's stay. Got jacuzzi, own mini pool, 3 bedrooms, 2 storey bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuz62agdhI/AAAAAAAABQg/6wQ70mbXv5U/s1600/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25287%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547225189657376274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuz62agdhI/AAAAAAAABQg/6wQ70mbXv5U/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25287%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While this is the cheapest room they have here. RM1,700 per night's stay. A simply room with toilet attached, a mini pool, facing the sea. But RM1,700 per night? Gahh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got on the boat again to Gayana Island, where we had our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuzeSh493I/AAAAAAAABQY/kyKegFcNWGI/s1600/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25288%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547224698988328818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuzeSh493I/AAAAAAAABQY/kyKegFcNWGI/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25288%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am ready to snorkle baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuzdw_1yiI/AAAAAAAABQQ/OAys6X2qk98/s1600/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25289%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547224689987144226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuzdw_1yiI/AAAAAAAABQQ/OAys6X2qk98/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25289%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuzdSevs0I/AAAAAAAABQI/2kIz4q1mHwc/s1600/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%252810%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547224681795269442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuzdSevs0I/AAAAAAAABQI/2kIz4q1mHwc/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%252810%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Without the fins &amp;amp; safety jacket, the goggles &amp;amp; mouthpiece costs RM10 rental je!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuzc5WzfuI/AAAAAAAABQA/uoG3GK16vQw/s1600/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%252811%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547224675051077346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuzc5WzfuI/AAAAAAAABQA/uoG3GK16vQw/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%252811%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oke cukup gambar budak sengal sawan snorkle sejam + tak reti2 nak timbul. Dah la syok sorang2 berenang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. Overall. DO NOT GO these two islands lah. Manukan is waaaaaayyy nicer &amp;amp; much too see. More live corals &amp;amp; fishes &amp;amp; macam2 lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuzcF45MhI/AAAAAAAABP4/DZfJfRPI5pg/s1600/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%252812%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547224661235413522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPuzcF45MhI/AAAAAAAABP4/DZfJfRPI5pg/s400/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%252812%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's my Day-2 report back in Kota Kinabalu ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh btw. The best thing about living in KK. Is that. You can just pack your stuff &amp;amp; drive 5 mins to the jetty point here, and just go 5 choices of pulau. Oh how I love my hometown ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-3956179169816084871?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3956179169816084871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=3956179169816084871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/3956179169816084871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/3956179169816084871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/12/sudden-island-escape.html' title='The Sudden Island Escape'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TPux-DHYGzI/AAAAAAAABPQ/MKil4EQ9mHs/s72-c/Izza%2527s%2BBlog%2B-%2BBunga%2BRaya%2B%252B%2BGayana%2BIsland%2BEscape%2B%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-1633207911976793846</id><published>2010-11-11T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:56:05.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I used to have all these pure good thoughts towards people, the positivity vibe, looking forward and being optimistic. A naive mind I believe once belonged to each of us living souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it has changed. All those trust and hope and thoughts.. &lt;strong&gt;Shattered&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships are not as strong and pure as you used to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your friend gets married, they have much other priorities and more important responsibilities. Hanging out with friends suddenly falls out from the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and sex is interchangeably used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage does not secure your partner from sleeping with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not happily ever after after marriage. Scandals are so in trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't trust sweet-tongued guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The logics &amp;amp; ethics you've learned during your degree aren't always applicable in real work situation - just because your boss said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get fat because you redo your proposal paper drafts 45 times and final 27 times. You had no time to go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who smile to you in the office may be foul-mouthed than you could ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll get this a lot when you just start your work life: "Orang bujang balik awal buat apa?" - duh! Don't I get a life if I'm a bujang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female hormones at their 20s are more hazardous than anything you could ever imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I dah start merepek. Goodnight. &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/5379568135299856951-1633207911976793846?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1633207911976793846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=1633207911976793846&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1633207911976793846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1633207911976793846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/11/shattered.html' title='Shattered'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-1150880357031509518</id><published>2010-11-09T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:51:06.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kucing Dahaga Lah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pernah tak korang tengok kucing yang tengah dahaga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNlN-NXOgKI/AAAAAAAABOg/S-MxPfSvw08/s1600/IMG00216-20100625-1122.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537542947963044002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNlN-NXOgKI/AAAAAAAABOg/S-MxPfSvw08/s400/IMG00216-20100625-1122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like. Sangat sangat dahaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537542945257479474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNlN-DSK3TI/AAAAAAAABOo/wmhzKKqvNNY/s400/IMG00217-20100625-1122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-1150880357031509518?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1150880357031509518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=1150880357031509518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1150880357031509518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1150880357031509518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/11/kucing-dahaga-lah.html' title='Kucing Dahaga Lah'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNlN-NXOgKI/AAAAAAAABOg/S-MxPfSvw08/s72-c/IMG00216-20100625-1122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-2813608514356860666</id><published>2010-11-07T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:29:39.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tak tipu best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tak tipu best. bila dapat spend the weekend all alone at home. doing things you've always wanted to do. or simply do nothing! &lt;strong&gt;eat&lt;/strong&gt;ing too much of the things you shouldn't be eating too much. &lt;strong&gt;cook&lt;/strong&gt;ing (ceh ceh! takat bubur instant). &lt;strong&gt;watch&lt;/strong&gt;ing the long kept movies in your laptop. &lt;strong&gt;tengok&lt;/strong&gt; TV yang dah berkurun i tak hold the remote control. taking your own sweet time &lt;strong&gt;kemas&lt;/strong&gt; bilik &lt;strong&gt;tukar&lt;/strong&gt; cadar do &lt;strong&gt;laundry&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lipat&lt;/strong&gt; baju. &lt;strong&gt;beribadat&lt;/strong&gt; secara tak ribut and &lt;strong&gt;baca&lt;/strong&gt; tafsir Yaasin. ber&lt;strong&gt;gayut&lt;/strong&gt;an di telefon. &lt;strong&gt;tidur&lt;/strong&gt; tengahari! OMG like lama gilaaa tak tidur selain pukul 11pm-6am! &lt;strong&gt;photo&lt;/strong&gt; sorting &amp;amp; editing (which i came to think, macam dah lama tak buat photoshooting, gatal pulak tangan rasa). last but not lease, mem&lt;strong&gt;bebel &lt;/strong&gt;kat blog sendiri. what a peaceful, awesome weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tak tipu best! &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/5379568135299856951-2813608514356860666?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/2813608514356860666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=2813608514356860666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2813608514356860666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2813608514356860666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/11/tak-tipu-best.html' title='tak tipu best'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-2351707142943268794</id><published>2010-10-31T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:58:25.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terkadang diri ini merindui..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;terkadang diri ini merindui.. sembahyang berjemaah di masjid/surau.. sendirian atau bersama rakan-rakan.. rindukan bacaan ayat-ayat al-Quran merdu oleh imam.. diikuti zikir yang lunak beramai-ramai.. diselesaikan dengan bacaan doa-doa oleh imam yang merangkumi aspek2 kehidupan yang terkadang kita lalai dan ambil mudah.. lalu kenal tak kenal semua saling bersalaman dengan senyuman kerana tahu kita semua bersaudara.. tak lupa juga bangun ber qiamullail yang rasanya tidak pernah lagi dibuat sejak meninggalkan sekolah menengah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerla. dulu skolah asrama asyik escape surau kerja. kalau dah kena hambat ustazah suruh turun, lepas solat pun macam kabut lipat telekung lari sebab malas bersesak. imam baca doa kat depan, belakang dok borak gelak2. bangun qiam macam haram sujud pun boleh tertidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terkadang bila diri ini solat bersendirian, kenangan lama itu semua terimbau semula.. rindu sebenarnya nak solat berjemaah.. bila baca doa, mintak ikut sedap bahasa melayu je sebab tak hafal banyak mana doa-doa lazim.. kalau terawih pun buat sorang2 kat bilik je.. masjid sekangkang kera je, tapi sebab takde geng, memang berat nak mengangkang pergi. alasan? konon hidup kat KL ni memang masing-masing buat kerja sendiri je. dan masing2 pun sibuk. itu lah jadi nye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi betul. terkadang saya merindui itu semua..&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/5379568135299856951-2351707142943268794?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/2351707142943268794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=2351707142943268794&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2351707142943268794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2351707142943268794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/10/terkadang-diri-ini-merindui.html' title='terkadang diri ini merindui..'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-8701071495537841981</id><published>2010-10-28T21:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:49:30.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UTP 10th Convocation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a hectic &amp;amp; difficult few weeks I went thru back then. With my tebuan sting. Mid-year review thing. Late nights in the office. Parents coming over. Raya gatherings here &amp;amp; there. Drama Cinta Melayu berbabak2 Bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmDAS-uzjI/AAAAAAAABMg/NV0tHTZzGhU/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Kakiku+dan+Sengatan+Tebuan+-+Gambar+Seminggu+kemudian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533097658319556146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmDAS-uzjI/AAAAAAAABMg/NV0tHTZzGhU/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Kakiku+dan+Sengatan+Tebuan+-+Gambar+Seminggu+kemudian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bit terlambat to post this up but iyea, this was my left foot after being stung - picture taken approximately 10 days after the stung. Until now, my left foot stil tak sama color with the normal (right) foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a great weekend escape last 2 weekends I guess. Its never too late to share these moments. I had a super time with my babes &amp;amp; feel so refreshed. Taking their photos, gossiping till late night, updating each other o0ooh! Love u girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmDua58OvI/AAAAAAAABMw/YX1Va_4XGQk/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533098450720930546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmDua58OvI/AAAAAAAABMw/YX1Va_4XGQk/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmKiePoc9I/AAAAAAAABNo/OZZ2wq05ohE/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533105942040179666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmKiePoc9I/AAAAAAAABNo/OZZ2wq05ohE/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmJ2sIrEDI/AAAAAAAABNg/43Vk6r_aDwU/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533105189854842930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmJ2sIrEDI/AAAAAAAABNg/43Vk6r_aDwU/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmHqa75zHI/AAAAAAAABNY/dViFSWulBlc/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533102780056194162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmHqa75zHI/AAAAAAAABNY/dViFSWulBlc/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(4).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmG0o57fdI/AAAAAAAABNQ/PGpoAFOSWv8/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533101856093076946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmG0o57fdI/AAAAAAAABNQ/PGpoAFOSWv8/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmGsEdNk8I/AAAAAAAABNI/0SGfwpoiQrk/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533101708869997506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmGsEdNk8I/AAAAAAAABNI/0SGfwpoiQrk/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(6).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmFHNGRCiI/AAAAAAAABNA/7xAITllSAaQ/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533099976022886946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmFHNGRCiI/AAAAAAAABNA/7xAITllSAaQ/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmE8nk6GiI/AAAAAAAABM4/li1SSK26BfU/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533099794152167970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmE8nk6GiI/AAAAAAAABM4/li1SSK26BfU/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+UTP+10th+Convocation+(8).jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CONVOCATION darlings! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5379568135299856951-8701071495537841981?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8701071495537841981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=8701071495537841981&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8701071495537841981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8701071495537841981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/10/utp-10th-convocation.html' title='UTP 10th Convocation'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TMmDAS-uzjI/AAAAAAAABMg/NV0tHTZzGhU/s72-c/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Kakiku+dan+Sengatan+Tebuan+-+Gambar+Seminggu+kemudian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-483354649085617337</id><published>2010-10-04T18:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:52:46.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kena Sengat Tebuan uuuu First Time :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Niat ku pada malam sebelum kejadian ini adalah sangat suci. &lt;em&gt;Saya nak masuk office awal esok, at least by 7am tu dah dekat cubicle on PC. Nak siapkan draft untuk mid-year review!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka malam itu pukul 10pm saya pun tarik dah selimut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30am - Lagu If Its Love by Train berkumandang. Snooze 5mins. Baru bangun. Ambik tuala. Masih berpakaian pls everyone. Melangkah ke toilet, kaki kiri (lebih afdhal) took the lead mengkuis2 mencari selipar toilet.. and CAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perrghhh sakit dia menyengat sungguh. Dengan laju otak saya mengflash-back saat2 berus gigi sebelum tidur semalam. Ada tebuan duk bodoh langgar2 lampu kalimantang dlm toilet tu. Saya pun biarkan aje la, thinking malam nanti dah tutup lampu dia terbang la dia keluar. Rupanya kau tidur pulak dalam selipar aku! Arghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Iyea. &lt;strong&gt;Saya disengat tebuan&lt;/strong&gt;. Terus terlompat2 terduduk di katil n tekan kaki kuat2 tahan darah dari circulating laju sangat &amp;amp; bawak the venom jalan jauh2 dalam badan. Cepat2 cari something ikat kuat2. Erghhh.. Memang berair mata time tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKmunvCqxTI/AAAAAAAABMI/tCvEEVR7s_A/s1600/IMG00489-20101004-0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524138415612413234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKmunvCqxTI/AAAAAAAABMI/tCvEEVR7s_A/s400/IMG00489-20101004-0616.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa nak buat ni? Housemates pun tak bangun lagi. Call papa. Papa kan doctor tauliah sendirian berhad.&lt;br /&gt;Papa: &lt;em&gt;Assalamualaikum!&lt;/em&gt; (uih bapak aku macam pak aji pulak)&lt;br /&gt;Izza: &lt;em&gt;Aaa salam papa.. erm.. Kena sengat tebuan..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: &lt;em&gt;Allah Hu Akbarrrrr~~~ Masya Allah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaa hehe. Papa pun tak brapa sure, tapi dipesannya sapu antiseptic for insect bites kalau ada, tapi takde pulak. Papa pun kata nanti dia check kat internet dulu and call balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pun proceed je lah mandi tanpa mengenakan air kat kaki kiri tu, aand bersiap2 seperti biasa. Nak jugak masuk office nih. Tengah fikir2 g klinik 24jam terus ke or g office dulu.. tunggu Twin Towers Medical Center (TTMC) bukak which is like 8 or 9am. Time tu baru 6.20am kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama pastu papa pun call. Dia baca kat internet. Bee sting. Taruk colgate to soothe the veins. Also apply cold ice. Saya pun taruk la colgate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni gambar tebuan jahat tu. Nyah kau! Ambik gambar sebab nak tunjuk doctor in case doctor tanya. Saya kan lembu &amp;amp; kerbau pun tak pandai beza. Inikan lebah &amp;amp; tebuan. Tapi saya ingat sangat tebuan ada jalur oren n muka nampak garang sebab dulu kecik2 rumah ada tebuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKmunX4CTUI/AAAAAAAABMA/uKrAdKJTqs8/s1600/IMG00490-20101004-0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524138409393802562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKmunX4CTUI/AAAAAAAABMA/uKrAdKJTqs8/s400/IMG00490-20101004-0620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan selamba yaya nya saya pun drive ke Klinik 24jam yang terdekat sorang2 berpakaian kerja segak. Nasib kaki kiri and kereta auto. Bila masuk jumpa doc, &lt;strong&gt;free2 kena bodoh sebab taruk colgate&lt;/strong&gt;. Siap tanya website mana tengok tuh. Aaa doctor garang hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: &lt;em&gt;Saye kena inject kamu ye. Ni untuk prevent general allergy. Takut tiba2 nanti you mata or muka badan terbengkak gatal2. Naikkan baju lengan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izza: &lt;em&gt;Oooh.. Aaa jarum eekk.. Hehe.. Baeklah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: &lt;em&gt;Urm.. Tapi sakit tau ni. &lt;strong&gt;Lengan kamu tak cukup lemak lah.&lt;/strong&gt; Cucuk kat bontot lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izza:&lt;em&gt; Eh tapi doc, lengan saya gemuk, banyak je lemak jugak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: &lt;em&gt;Betul?&lt;/em&gt; *sambil jeling kejap lengan saya* &lt;em&gt;Eysh sakit ni. Takperlah kat bontot je lah. Gi baring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Izza: Aa&lt;em&gt;a baek... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betul la sakit injection tu. Terasa betul ubat die ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu nurse pun clean kan kaki ku dari colgate bodoh tu ngan normal saline, and sapu antibiotic secolek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: &lt;em&gt;Saya kasi kamu MC satu hari ye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izza: &lt;em&gt;Aaaaahhh?&lt;/em&gt; *ngan muka terkerut dan macam sedih tak rela*&lt;br /&gt;Doc: &lt;em&gt;Nape? Nak gi kerja jugak ke?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izza: &lt;em&gt;Ha'aah.. saya sayang kerja saya..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: &lt;em&gt;Takpe ambik dulu MC ni, rasa2 nak pitam pakai la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izza: &lt;em&gt;Aaa baek..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu kasi ubat pills Kurang Bengkak dan Tahan Sakit. &lt;strong&gt;"Nanti few days lagi dia bengkak &amp;amp; bernanah, datang balik la. Tapi kalau datang allergy like you sesak nafas, pening2 berpeluh2 tu, you kena gi hospital terus, tu kami takde treatment"&lt;/strong&gt; Aark ngerinye kene gigit tebuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time tu dah 7.30am. Saya pun lalala drive ke office and singgah pickup Darnih. Nasib dia ada, boleh sambil drive and makan muffin and minum milo untuk isi perut before makan ubat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKmunDw-FiI/AAAAAAAABL4/X9YaClUO3WM/s1600/IMG00491-20101004-0758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524138403995457058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKmunDw-FiI/AAAAAAAABL4/X9YaClUO3WM/s400/IMG00491-20101004-0758.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuk office dalam 8.20am. Patutnya our team buat mid year review discussion. Tapi sorg lagi team member pun down with bad cough. So all sessions postponed la. Speedy recovery to you too Maddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKnSasXHSbI/AAAAAAAABMY/IfLzqMuOiNM/s1600/Izza%27s+-+Network+Planning+Team+of+RNPRED.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524177773973162418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKnSasXHSbI/AAAAAAAABMY/IfLzqMuOiNM/s400/Izza%27s+-+Network+Planning+Team+of+RNPRED.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urm. My boss dah asyik menghalau saya balik. Saya sengih2 je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: &lt;em&gt;Izza, kejap lagi lepas meeting I hantar you balik. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izza: &lt;em&gt;Takpe takpe boss. I'm driving. Yerla japgi saya balik.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: &lt;em&gt;Ehh kaki macam tu nak drive sendiri balik! Takde takde! Nanti KaNid &amp;amp; Zida hantar balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Izza: &lt;em&gt;Aaa.. Nguu. &lt;strong&gt;Kaki je ni boss. Otak masih functioning lagi.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disebabkan dah kena ugut macam2 dengan boss, saya pun lari lah before dia habis meeting ngee. Dalam 11.30am camtu. Tapi singgah TTMC dulu. Just to make sure things oke la, sebab sakit nye tak nak surut2 erghh.. Doc sana kata oke dah tu ubat2 the earlier doc kasi. Just dia kasi jugak allergy pills just in case i kena after the jab punya effect habis. And kaki ku dimanjakan sekejap dan disapu flavine oleh nurse lemah lembut TTMC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKmunCE2JII/AAAAAAAABLw/Flz4UM-i72s/s1600/IMG00495-20101004-1211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524138403541951618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKmunCE2JII/AAAAAAAABLw/Flz4UM-i72s/s400/IMG00495-20101004-1211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc suroh balik &amp;amp; rehat, jangan banyak jalan. Oo baek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi saya singgah lagi dobi. &amp;amp; couldn't resist singgah supermarket kegemaran just nak main nyanyaw gemuk2 di sana. Beli la jugak air mineral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKmum54KwGI/AAAAAAAABLo/VJB_GC7XXkI/s1600/IMG00496-20101004-1304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524138401341292642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKmum54KwGI/AAAAAAAABLo/VJB_GC7XXkI/s400/IMG00496-20101004-1304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nama pun Izza kalau dah dapat duduk rumah memang tak diam la. Memang dah tak reti tido tengahari. So duk sibuk ngemas bilik and rumah, banyak je pulak jalan ngeee.. Ada la sempat layan Nanny McPhee 2 yang baru la jugak tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terharu friends &amp;amp; colleagues punya concern duk call2 tanya hee thank youu :') Paling sweet is my boss Pn Nid &amp;amp; Zida. About 5pm kot.&lt;strong&gt; Tiba2 dpat call kata dah dekat depan apartment!&lt;/strong&gt; Ya Allah.. They came to melawat as well as bawak half-a-dozen Big Apple Doughnuts &amp;amp; ubat sapu gamat House of Healin. Terharu bangat :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: &lt;em&gt;Izza esok kalau tak elok lagi takyah masuk office k.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izza: &lt;em&gt;Aaa oke je ni boss.. Otak functioning lagi..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zida: &lt;em&gt;Itu je Izza jawab dari tadi!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha :D &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some time to google around for some traditional medication/remedy bila disengat tebuan ni. Masalah google bahasa melayu ni lah, limited resources. Bee is lebah kan. Tebuan english ape wei? Haa.. lagipun nak cari traditional remedy, kena la bhasa melayu. Ada kata taruk cuka, minum cuka. Tapi paling menarik to me was from &lt;a href="http://blogsimantanguru.blogspot.com/2009/08/sapu-dan-gosok-penawar-sengat-tebuan.html"&gt;this one blog&lt;/a&gt;. Dia punya wife punya rahsia la. &lt;strong&gt;"Sapu di 'pintu', gosok tempat kena sengat tu, ibu sendiri saja yang boleh buat, orang lain tak boleh. Ayahnya pun tak boleh buat. Ibu saja".&lt;/strong&gt; Amazing. Ade sapa2 nak try buat kat anak derang tak? hehe. Tapi tiba2 macam tersebak sikit la saya baca article tu. Macam jauh pulak nak juih kan kaki saya ke Sabah suh mak gosok kot kan? Nguuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my kaki now. Merah &amp;amp; semakin gatal2. Satgi tido nak rendam dalam air ais. Hopefully alls better tomorrow dan saya yang konon workaholic ni nak sibuk2 lah. Nites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKnFEd-UhII/AAAAAAAABMQ/VLF2nm2OS7o/s1600/IMG00500-20101004-1918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524163098502792322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKnFEd-UhII/AAAAAAAABMQ/VLF2nm2OS7o/s400/IMG00500-20101004-1918.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maaf kaki huduh.&lt;/div&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/5379568135299856951-483354649085617337?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/483354649085617337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=483354649085617337&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/483354649085617337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/483354649085617337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/10/kena-sengat-tebuan-uuuu-first-time.html' title='Kena Sengat Tebuan uuuu First Time :&apos;('/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKmunvCqxTI/AAAAAAAABMI/tCvEEVR7s_A/s72-c/IMG00489-20101004-0616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-916410969286674098</id><published>2010-10-04T16:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T18:30:53.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Org Kahwin Kami Ber ExploRace dan Malu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabtu baru ni saya pergi sleep over rumah babe Oyen &amp;amp; Sya. Ida pun turun sama. Malam tu Ida ajak teman dia pergi ke wedding reception &lt;s&gt;ex-boyfriend mak Ida&lt;/s&gt; kawan mak Ida punya anak. Kira wakil la, sebab mak ida jauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Kenduri kahwin&lt;/s&gt; Wedding Reception pasangan tersebut dilansung dengan agak GeRAND la. Asalnya saya tak nak pakai bedak foundation pun, tapi bila babes dah mula berjangok, and bak kata Ida kita kena park bawah bukit &amp;amp; akan ada shuttle pick up the tetamu, saya pun terus tempek bedak tebal sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ida pesan dah by 8pm kena ada sana, nanti kena tinggal shuttle. Tapi biasalah bila anak dara mula menjangok. Sorry. Jadi nya 7.45pm baru keluar rumah (dengan terMagrib sebelum masuk waktu nya haha)dan dengan stuck2 dekat MRR2 lagi, dan dengan stereng kereta dah pusing 360 darjah dalam 2 saat ambik kona maut sebab taknak terlepas exit yg sepatutnya, dengan pakcik tepi jalan bagi arah konfiden tahpape, berhenti tanya pakcik yang mengisi minyak kat stesen minyak tapi pakcik tua tak nampak peta, sesat masuk hutan gaung manatah.. Sampai la kitorang tanya sorg pakcik rempit orang local kawasan Kemensah tu. Baik betul pakcik itu bawak ktorg sampai ke tempat shuttle. Terima kasih pakcik! Dengan cepat2 kami hulur duit raya dalam sampul - pakcik taknak terima - tapi kami campak masuk bakul motosikal dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampai tu dah nak pukul 9pm. Rupanya ramai je lagi yg baru jugak sampai and still queue tunggu shuttle. Depan kitorg yg baru2 jugak sampai, sebuah kereta Chevrolet Captiva. Keluar seorg pakcik, makcik, nenek, kakak sulung, kakak tengah, adik bongsu. Kakak sulung menjeling slack sebentar kereta Myvi Ida yg baru tiba. Kami dalam kereta mula berbisik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitorg pun keluar kereta &amp;amp; control cun. Macam gerand la kan majlis ni, ada siap pakai mcm prom night dress &amp;amp; gown bagai. Kakak tengah berbaju kebaya putih see thru dan berseluar asyik berpeluk tubuh &amp;amp; kening dah bersambung berkerut2. &lt;strong&gt;"Apa ni? Ramai giler lagi queue kot! Bodoh la! Kalau tau macam ni elok takyah datang! Kan dah kata takyah datang!"&lt;/strong&gt; Terpekik2 dia seorang diri tanpa dipedulikan adik beradik &amp;amp; mak dia. &lt;strong&gt;"Eeee K*mak betul!" "F*ck laa!"&lt;/strong&gt; dan macam2 lagi ayat makian dilontarkan bertalu2 dengan kuat tanpa menghiraukan org sekeliling yg memandang, dan di depan nenek &amp;amp; parents dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah &amp;amp; nenek bertongkat dah naik satu kereta Camry (shuttle car yg disediakan pengantin untuk ambik tetamu dr bawah bukit yaww). Queue system hampeh sket, so we walked up the hill je lah sebab tak tahan dengar minah carut tu. Peluk ketiak jugak la dengan heels naik bukit jalan tar. Rupanya ramai lagi ngah queue atas tu, sebab after that dah memang haram tak boleh jalan kaki. Lama jugak menunggu, mau lebih setengah jam jugak la. Tup2 nampak minah sengal &amp;amp; family dia dalam kereta lalu queue ular kami. Err.. ockay, mungkin dia relatives pengantin, takperlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai atas. Salam2 sape2 tah. Makan2 dia nice. Its open garden concept. Atas bukit. Tapi ktorg pun kata ini kalau hujan memang kensel terus la event nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it happened while most of the crowd dah nak balik. Mula2 tu dengar jugak guruh. Masing2 dah buntangkan mata. Tengah queue yg panjang bangat, tiba2 hujan! Ida terus mengeluarkan payung sakti dia. &lt;strong&gt;4 orang under 1 payung ok. Hujan lebat pulak tu.&lt;/strong&gt; Akak pakcik makcik nenek adik2 kat depan taknak berganjak dari queue sebab dah lama tunggu, sanggup je berhujan. Again. Lebat pulak tu! Abang2 dah mula bukak samping utk berteduh kepala. Tapi lama2 kuyup jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKmnf1sqxTI/AAAAAAAABLg/RGX00_NKazU/s1600/Izza%27s+-+Riang+Ria+Hujan+Kahwin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524130583378838834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKmnf1sqxTI/AAAAAAAABLg/RGX00_NKazU/s400/Izza%27s+-+Riang+Ria+Hujan+Kahwin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepala kami nampak kemas dan elok la lagi, padahal badan dah kuyup! Nak2 bawah payung tu &lt;s&gt;ada bontot besar&lt;/s&gt; 'kecik2' je orangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya sampai turn kitorg. Hasrat nak la naik kereta import gerand sket as shuttle turun, malangnya time turn kitorg tu kereta waja la pulak singgah. Takperlah good enough. "abang2 kitorg boleh naik ke kereta tu?" tanya kami gadis2 comel kepada abg yg berbasah jaga queue kereta. "Boleh boleh! Pergi nuh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu kami pun berlari2 meluru ke kereta sambil cuba jugak stick bawah 1 payung tu. Saya la 1st meluru masuk ke seat belakang. Kelihatan cik abg yg bawak kereta panik mencampak kemas barang2 kt seat blkg. Dlm hati saya, aik kenapa baru nak kemas, kan tadi dah bawak penumpang lain? Pastu Oyen, aik, kenapa kering je seat ni. Sya pun masuk next. Ida yang pegang payung masih di luar, kelihatan seperti berebut seat depan dengan seorang makcik eh kakak. Dlm hati Ida, oh akak ni tak kisah pun join ktorg, nak cepat habiskan queue kot, and Ida dengan baik hatinya &lt;strong&gt;"Aaa takperlah akak duduk lah depan".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tup tup... tak lama lepas tu baru kitorg sedar... Ini kereta TETAMU lain! Oh God malu gilaaaa!&lt;/strong&gt; Tapi abg dah drive ke bawah, ktorg pun buat lawak cover malu je sambil blame abg yg suruh je ktorg naik kereta ni cis cis. Tapi apa2 pun ktorg malam tu memang mantap laju terus semua faham2 (bila akak tu kata kena cas utk steamer keringkan kereta la esok) and hulurkn duit raya! Phew. Akak pun sempat promot namecard bisness buat cake dia. Ktorg pun siap demand "depan lagi bang depan tu sikiiit lagi bang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sekian lah kisah explorace MRR2/Kemensah kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esoknya semua bangun dengan kepala berat bagai batu dan tersengal2 badan. &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/5379568135299856951-916410969286674098?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/916410969286674098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=916410969286674098&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/916410969286674098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/916410969286674098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/10/kisah-org-kahwin-kami-ber-explorace-dan.html' title='Kisah Org Kahwin Kami Ber ExploRace dan Malu!'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TKmnf1sqxTI/AAAAAAAABLg/RGX00_NKazU/s72-c/Izza%27s+-+Riang+Ria+Hujan+Kahwin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-8086370059070026539</id><published>2010-09-26T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:55:55.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Tudung Malas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nurulizza will be restocking her wardrobe of the so-called Tudung Malas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TJ9LDrIu6pI/AAAAAAAABLY/U1BnRXNshzQ/s1600/Izza+in+Tudung+Malas.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521214194670561938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TJ9LDrIu6pI/AAAAAAAABLY/U1BnRXNshzQ/s400/Izza+in+Tudung+Malas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Tudung Rajin Sikit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TJ9LDcwwhNI/AAAAAAAABLQ/m6O1BdwlurQ/s1600/Izza+in+Tudung+Rajin+Sikit.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521214190811907282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TJ9LDcwwhNI/AAAAAAAABLQ/m6O1BdwlurQ/s400/Izza+in+Tudung+Rajin+Sikit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I know someone who'll cheer aloud, or probably be giving a standing ovation for this announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Note: I'm noticing these tudung malas is kinda susah nak jaga pulak. Padan la aku asyik beli tudung baru, yang beli dulu asyik rosak je ironing die. Ngeh! So. No more tudung malas2 ini. Kecuali the cheapo lycra type for casual use. Lain2 will be replaced with the need-extra-effort Tudung Bawal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/5379568135299856951-8086370059070026539?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8086370059070026539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=8086370059070026539&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8086370059070026539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8086370059070026539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-more-tudung-malas.html' title='No More Tudung Malas'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TJ9LDrIu6pI/AAAAAAAABLY/U1BnRXNshzQ/s72-c/Izza+in+Tudung+Malas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-4542142902425058063</id><published>2010-09-20T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:11:05.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alamak. Lagi pasal Tahi Lalat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bila I google for "face mole", I get all these junks about the meanings &amp;amp; what it may lead in your life &amp;amp; yadayadayada. Just to share some of the points extracted from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.planetmy.com/blog/mole/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - yang jackpot kena titik dia on my face :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Position 17&lt;br /&gt;You will be someone of great social prominence. You are active on the social scene and an excellent conversationalist. There is a tendency to become bigheaded about your success, which could lose you your good name. This will affect you deeply because you draw your confidence and self worth from what others think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Position 18&lt;br /&gt;You are a person always on the move. There is a great deal of overseas travel in your life, but you should take extra care each time you cross the great waters, as your mole prefers you to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Position 20&lt;br /&gt;A mole here can be very lucky or very unlucky. If you have a mole here, you are destined either for extreme fame or infamy. You have great flair for creativity and are also highly intelligent, but your talents can be used for both good and bad. You are not a person to be trifled with for you are no pushover and do not forgive and forget easily. This mole is a mark of someone who will go down in history either as a great or as a tyrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Position 21&lt;br /&gt;This is a good mole, as it suggests plenty to eat and drink throughout your life. This mole also brings fame and recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Position 25&lt;br /&gt;You will enjoy good prosperity and recognition luck, but do be careful of excesses. Stay traditional in your attitudes and you will have a long and fruitful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eh macam baik2 pulak yang kena ehe. Tapi tahyul ni tahyul tak boleh percaya hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh sebenarnya ter Alamak tadi sebab as I was googling, I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minti.com/parenting-advice/1662/holey-moley-keeping-an-eye-on-freckles-and-moles/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Read up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most freckles and moles are no big deal. Some are cute, some are icky. But some are insidious, and these need to be watched. The good news is skin cancer in its early stages is usually visible and can almost always be taken care of if caught soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is especially at risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people who live close to the &lt;strong&gt;equator&lt;/strong&gt; - the sun's rays hit more directly there so are not spread over a greater area and hence are more concentrated &lt;em&gt;(Malaysia!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people who have &lt;strong&gt;many freckles or moles&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(terbukti yg comel2 mengomel kat muka aku ni)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people who suntan regularly whether in a booth or outside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people who have a history of skin cancer in their family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fair skinned&lt;/strong&gt; people who burn quickly &lt;em&gt;(fair kah aku? hahaha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people who burnt often and/or very badly as children &lt;em&gt;(dulu org ingat saya anak india)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people who are outside for more than 2 hrs a day especially in the middle of the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people who have been diagnosed with melanoma previously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people who have more than 50 moles &lt;em&gt;(aa tak kira la pulak..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alamak alamak. Takut tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-4542142902425058063?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/4542142902425058063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=4542142902425058063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4542142902425058063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4542142902425058063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/09/alamak-lagi-pasal-tahi-lalat.html' title='Alamak. Lagi pasal Tahi Lalat'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-9033980724354170639</id><published>2010-09-17T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:24:21.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahi Lalat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just noticed recently. Ada tahi lalat baru tumbuh lagi. Dekat atas tangan kiri saya. &amp;amp; bila belek2 lagi. Dekat pergelangan pun ada. Aik! Apasal makin bercambah. Walaupun ia just halus2 brown2. Tapi aku yakin dulu memang takda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu aku pun terus belek2 muka aku. Banyak sebenarnya tahi lalat kat muka aku ni. Ke pigmentation? Mak aku ada freckles. Most likely aku pun akan ada kot kan? Tapi aku baru dua puluh dua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TJJK9b4eUuI/AAAAAAAABLI/MNW8wCIWruM/s1600/Tahi+Lalat+di+Muka+Izza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517554912799380194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TJJK9b4eUuI/AAAAAAAABLI/MNW8wCIWruM/s400/Tahi+Lalat+di+Muka+Izza.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Banyak kan tahi lalat ku? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(image bulat2 hitam2 di atas adalah kedudukan asal dan asli tahi lalat di muka Izza)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila google di internet, Ya Allah berlambak lah tilikan pasal tahi2 ni. Kita tak boleh kot ek nak caye bende2 ni? Dah la mostly aku kena macam buruk2 je cis lagi la aku taknak percaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak share tapi macam terlalu banyak dan merepek2 haha google je la sendirik korg. Aku malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-9033980724354170639?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/9033980724354170639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=9033980724354170639&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/9033980724354170639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/9033980724354170639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/09/tahi-lalat.html' title='Tahi Lalat'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TJJK9b4eUuI/AAAAAAAABLI/MNW8wCIWruM/s72-c/Tahi+Lalat+di+Muka+Izza.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-3931613916379466094</id><published>2010-09-10T18:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T18:39:56.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ramadhan al-Mubarak sudah berakhir. Dan kini masuknya bulan Syawal. Baru hari pertama. Rasanya perut sudah boyot aiyok. Nasib tak beli kebaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Raya Day 1 : Rumah Tertutup dan Family Raya Photoshoot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIoIJr_ur_I/AAAAAAAABLA/vX-EObWVHn4/s1600/Izza%27s+-+Hari+Raya+2010+Family+Portrait+(compressed).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515229656190463986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIoIJr_ur_I/AAAAAAAABLA/vX-EObWVHn4/s400/Izza%27s+-+Hari+Raya+2010+Family+Portrait+(compressed).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami sekeluarga mengucapkan &lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;/strong&gt;! Terutama kepada sanak saudara yang nun jauh di Kelantan dan berterabur sekitar Tanah Semenanjung. Tak lupa juga kepada sahabat handai, rakan sekerja, &lt;s&gt;ex-ex boifrenku&lt;/s&gt; makcik cleaner, pak guards, lecturer UTP, tenaga pengajar Silat Cekak Malaysia (aku serius nih), makcik2 jual tudung, anak2 yatim, anak ayam dan ikan tak payah. Dan kepada semua umat Islam di seluruh Malaysia. eh. Dunia! &lt;strong&gt;Maaf Zahir Batin&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh sibuknya esok nak openhouse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-3931613916379466094?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3931613916379466094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=3931613916379466094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/3931613916379466094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/3931613916379466094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri!'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIoIJr_ur_I/AAAAAAAABLA/vX-EObWVHn4/s72-c/Izza%27s+-+Hari+Raya+2010+Family+Portrait+(compressed).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-3488005735389003543</id><published>2010-09-05T14:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T14:53:32.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kucing Gorjes di Pasaraya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saya ada satu pasaraya yang saya suka pergi. Ada la dekat2 tempat saya tinggal sini. Walaupun dia tak besar macam Tesco, murah macam Mydin, bersih macam Watson, saya suka sangat pergi. Takde benda nak beli pun saya pergi jugak pasaraya tu. Sampaikan tauke tu pun dah kenal lah budak nih yang datang tak beli barang pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lain dan tak bukan, sebab ada kucing! Heeee.. NyaNyaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIM5bcOaEOI/AAAAAAAABKw/Yba0xolsKbs/s1600/Izza%27s+-+Kucing+%40+Supermarket+-+Ah+Bon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513313512427491554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIM5bcOaEOI/AAAAAAAABKw/Yba0xolsKbs/s400/Izza%27s+-+Kucing+%40+Supermarket+-+Ah+Bon.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ini Ah Bon! Hitam. Bulu panjang-panjang. Gomok2! Petang2 itu apek kena gi taman pungut dia dari bermain2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIM5amzVOkI/AAAAAAAABKg/TqPPeYeO2V8/s1600/Izza%27s+-+Kucing+%40+Supermarket+-+Abu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513313498086849090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIM5amzVOkI/AAAAAAAABKg/TqPPeYeO2V8/s400/Izza%27s+-+Kucing+%40+Supermarket+-+Abu.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ini pulak Abu! Sebab warna dia macam abu kot. Sangat besar! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIM5azO4dKI/AAAAAAAABKo/L10WKtTJuSQ/s1600/Izza%27s+-+Kucing+%40+Supermarket+-+Izza+angkat+Abu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513313501423629474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIM5azO4dKI/AAAAAAAABKo/L10WKtTJuSQ/s400/Izza%27s+-+Kucing+%40+Supermarket+-+Izza+angkat+Abu.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lihatlah kegomokan dia. (erm tak nampak sangat kot dr gmbar ni). Btw ini saya baru balik dari office, singgah pasaraya ni utk main kucing. Background sangat bukti ini pasaraya bukan petshop kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIM5aJEJcAI/AAAAAAAABKY/f7C4wlpgATA/s1600/Izza%27s+-+Kucing+%40+Supermarket+-+Lupa+nama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513313490104315906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIM5aJEJcAI/AAAAAAAABKY/f7C4wlpgATA/s400/Izza%27s+-+Kucing+%40+Supermarket+-+Lupa+nama.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaa lupa nama yang ni. Tapi dia paling baik antara semua2. Paling ramah la kata. Tapi most of the time kerja dia memang tidur lah dalam kotak ni. Hidung pinky2 uuu comel! Paling kecik jugak antara 4 kucing kat sana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIM5pevwsDI/AAAAAAAABK4/s8pVSdda6pI/s1600/Izza%27s+-+Kucing+%40+Supermarket+-+Lupa+jugak+nama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513313753622425650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIM5pevwsDI/AAAAAAAABK4/s8pVSdda6pI/s400/Izza%27s+-+Kucing+%40+Supermarket+-+Lupa+jugak+nama.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ini the super gajah paling besar! Tak tipu besar and berat nak mati macam hampir tak boleh angkat. Tapi dia garang. Tapi suka je usik hoho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak tau la tauke tu kasi makan apa. Tapi pekerja dia cerita memang kucing2 ni hari2 mandi and makanan tak putus. Tapi rahsia paling besar yang tauke dia bagitau is... KASI SUNAT! I think he meant mandulkan la ehe. Semua kucin kucin di atas nafsu terbantut ye. So jangan mimpi nak jodohkan kucin anda. Tapi kagum la dengan tauke tu. Penyayang betul. Kucing buangan je pun kucin kucin tu, and from baka biase2 je. Tapi dia jaga dengan baik, jadi gorjes sangat. Salute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIM5Z_NaxTI/AAAAAAAABKQ/YEcovqmgqG4/s1600/Izza%27s+-+Kucing+%40+Supermarket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513313487458846002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIM5Z_NaxTI/AAAAAAAABKQ/YEcovqmgqG4/s400/Izza%27s+-+Kucing+%40+Supermarket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bila saya besar nanti saya mesti nak NyaNyaw saya gemuk dan cantik! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-3488005735389003543?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3488005735389003543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=3488005735389003543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/3488005735389003543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/3488005735389003543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/09/kucing-gorjes-di-pasaraya.html' title='Kucing Gorjes di Pasaraya'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIM5bcOaEOI/AAAAAAAABKw/Yba0xolsKbs/s72-c/Izza%27s+-+Kucing+%40+Supermarket+-+Ah+Bon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-2687357152608294459</id><published>2010-09-05T13:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T14:12:20.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Preparation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kalau dah nama nak Raya tu, tak sah la tak shopping kan. Acara shopping saya telah bermula sejak sebelum mula Puasa lagi. Time tu rasa nanti puasa sure tak larat lah nak keluar pegi shopping and bergusti baju raya dengan orang ramai lagi. Siap dah beli 2 + 1 baju kurung nih ( + 1 sebab 1 tu baju kurung bodoh biasa untuk pergi kerja punya). Siap dah pakai pun pergi parti liar sebelum berpuasa dan majlis2 buka puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab tu kot saya pun lupa sebenarnya macam dah ada &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Baju Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tahun ni. Tapi mungkin jugak sebab baju tu tak cukup &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;e&lt;strong&gt;RAND&lt;/strong&gt;. Tapi apa-apa pun, lepas tu ada lah lagi beli 2 pasang lagi baju kurung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apa yang pasti. Dari pemerhatian saya yang kuat la jugak shopping and macam sikit2 follow la jugak trend baju raya ni. This year punya design paling &lt;strong&gt;HAMPEH&lt;/strong&gt;. Everything lah. Dari yang ropol2 kat tangan, manik2 cheapo kat leher/dada, material see-thru dan susah nak iron, corak/pattern yang kampung gila, etc. Dari Masjid Hindia ke Carrefourre Wangsa Maju ke Ampang Park/Point. Sad doh. &lt;strong&gt;SAD&lt;/strong&gt;. Tah kenapa satu pun tak terkenan di hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with back-to-basics. The &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Classique Baju Kurung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably saya yang kampung. Tapi takperlah. At least I don't look makcik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aa dah ada baju raya, musti la ada &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tudung Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; jugak kaan. Urm. All I can say is.. Dalam tempoh satu setengah hari (semalam dan pagi ini) saya telahpun membeli sepuluh (10) biji tudung. Terima Kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh lagi. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Kuih Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Tak henti-henti saya beli. Saya tak suka makan pun. Tapi sebab dah diberi amanat oleh keluarga saya di Sabah kan. Ade je troli Kopetro lalu dekat office tu, ada la saya beli. Order lagi sana sini pergh. I think I spent almost RM500 for Kuih Raya only. Penat la cari Tart Nenas yang awesome. Thanks kepada yang mengrekomen macam2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIMtjdGO0WI/AAAAAAAABKI/iEdhWlB3bD8/s1600/Izza%27s+-+Kuih+Raya+2010+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513300455961055586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIMtjdGO0WI/AAAAAAAABKI/iEdhWlB3bD8/s400/Izza%27s+-+Kuih+Raya+2010+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIMtjOZjWKI/AAAAAAAABKA/KoKYr4d72KE/s1600/Izza%27s+-+Kuih+Raya+2010+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513300452015560866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIMtjOZjWKI/AAAAAAAABKA/KoKYr4d72KE/s400/Izza%27s+-+Kuih+Raya+2010+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu banyak la lagi barang2 sampingan yang dibeli (dan dibelikan hihi) seperti &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Kasut Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeans Raya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, dan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Brooch Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Suke suke suke! Terima kasih yang sabar meneman :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh tapi yang paling gumbira riang ria bila jumpa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Camera Bag (Raya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yang dah lama gila cari dan kalau jumpa pun asyik tak berkenan atau terlalu mahal. Aaaaa!!! *hysteria* Terima kasih awak! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIMti6kzQBI/AAAAAAAABJ4/NtmC25OS0YI/s1600/Izza%27s+-+New+Camera+Bag+-+Golla.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513300446694031378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIMti6kzQBI/AAAAAAAABJ4/NtmC25OS0YI/s400/Izza%27s+-+New+Camera+Bag+-+Golla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangat sangat suka bila jumpa beg ni! Cinta pandang pertama lah! I've always wanted a new bag for my DSLR - tak suka the conventional Canon DSLR bag - nanti kena rompak dan memang tak stylo lansung. Yang ni dah la compact, size just nice, can fit in everything, and its &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so gadis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Chick la konon. Sila menyampah kepada yang benci Pink. AAK! (ada aku kesah~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke cukup. Kena start packing. Flying back Tuesday night oooh la la~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/5379568135299856951-2687357152608294459?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/2687357152608294459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=2687357152608294459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2687357152608294459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2687357152608294459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/09/hari-raya-preparation.html' title='Hari Raya Preparation'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIMtjdGO0WI/AAAAAAAABKI/iEdhWlB3bD8/s72-c/Izza%27s+-+Kuih+Raya+2010+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-724109827123264591</id><published>2010-09-03T06:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T06:57:23.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;waiting.. pondering.. thinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIAq5WhROlI/AAAAAAAABJw/fB650C1uKyo/s1600/Izza%27s+-+waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512453108687518290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIAq5WhROlI/AAAAAAAABJw/fB650C1uKyo/s400/Izza%27s+-+waiting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should start dreaming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dream BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea let's start.&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/5379568135299856951-724109827123264591?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/724109827123264591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=724109827123264591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/724109827123264591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/724109827123264591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/09/dream.html' title='Dream..'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TIAq5WhROlI/AAAAAAAABJw/fB650C1uKyo/s72-c/Izza%27s+-+waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-4663085260643021470</id><published>2010-08-29T03:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T03:07:54.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a girls' night-together</title><content type='html'>It's 3am. &amp;amp; we&amp;#39;re stil wide awake, cheerfully cursing each other. &lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/THldUamvcNI/AAAAAAAABJo/M8ll4ylCFnU/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNTUtMjAxMDA4MjktMDI1Ny5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-761104"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/THldUamvcNI/AAAAAAAABJo/M8ll4ylCFnU/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNTUtMjAxMDA4MjktMDI1Ny5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-761104"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510538224385093842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh how I love being bujang. But as long as my friends remain bujang jugak la.&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from Maxis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-4663085260643021470?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/4663085260643021470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=4663085260643021470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4663085260643021470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4663085260643021470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/08/img00355-20100829-0257jpg.html' title='a girls&apos; night-together'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/THldUamvcNI/AAAAAAAABJo/M8ll4ylCFnU/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNTUtMjAxMDA4MjktMDI1Ny5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-761104' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-1849533305280739289</id><published>2010-08-28T13:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:37:13.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Make-up and Grooming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know. When you enter the working realm, and you are in the business industry, working in a majestic office building, where people wear office suits and neckties and shiny black shoes, you are expected to have that corporate look. The Corporate Grooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you wear is one of the many attributes in Corporate Grooming. But I don’t really mind that. I’m like wearing baju kurung almost every day now because it’s the month of Ramadhan (padahal dah gemuk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem. I don’t know how (and refuse) to doll myself up with cosmetics. Or simply put – I tak pandai make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amitbhawani.com/Images/A/Apply-Make-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.amitbhawani.com/Images/A/Apply-Make-up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a complete skincare regime and ritual that I follow – facial wash, scrub, toner, serum, moisturizer, eye cream, pimples cream, sunscreen, night cream… you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for make-ups… On daily basis – no, even for some special date or dinner or special events – after all my skincare ritual of toner-eyecream-moisturizer-sunscreen (morning), I’ll simply apply baby powder on my face (gila kampung!). Because I heard before that compact powders aren’t good for the skin – they get stuck in your pores. I heard/read la. But sometimes I apply la jugak after a thin layer of baby powder. Especially under my eyes as I always get those panda eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I apply blushers on my cheek. Sebab my mum always said muka I pucat. And a layer of natural-orangery colored lipstick. And I’m done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ada banyak time baru I apply sikit brown (and only brown! Never black!) eyeliner on my upper eyelids, and lip gloss to my pucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helpfulhealthtips.com/Images/B/Basic-makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.helpfulhealthtips.com/Images/B/Basic-makeup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal definition of make-up is to hinder our imperfections (bad eye day, pimple marks, awfull zits) and improve your facial look. It’s never &lt;strong&gt;hey-look-at-me-I’m-wearing-makeup&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my friends have always asked me if they could doll me up – and I’d always refuse. Because I know I’d wipe it off as soon as they’re done. I just can’t accept it. It just looks so fake and not me. No offence to anyone, really. This is just my personal reaction. But, I did give in – twice, to my friends’ requests (or rather like being forced). The process of make-up-ing me is such a hassle (haha) because I will complain and refuse and kejap kejap calit and sapu away the foundation, eyeshadow, lipstick, etc sebab I rasa its toooo obvious and lain and I malu nak striking2. Effa &amp;amp; Darnih endured this moments haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t accept black eyeliner – it’s like too dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t accept eye shadows – it’s just too fake-looking.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t accept red lipstick – it’s too red. Or probably it just doesn’t suit me.&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know how to wear mascara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.enviroblog.org/makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.enviroblog.org/makeup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong. I’m not against the ladies (or even guys/gays nowadays) who wear make-ups. Many appear wayyy beautiful and pleasant, and it’s a source of confidence. At times I envy them as well. And rasa diri ini sungguh kampung. I probably need a mindset change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried before. “Nak rajin make-up lah. Gi kerja make-up.” And bought myself a set of make-up stuffs. But alls end dekat dustbin sebab dah expired kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak la sekali sekala make-up jugak sikit2 kot. For special occasions kan at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR4u5W7oI0A/SunVBNd0LgI/AAAAAAAAAso/XBoxbCcHDGI/s400/natural1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR4u5W7oI0A/SunVBNd0LgI/AAAAAAAAAso/XBoxbCcHDGI/s400/natural1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;macam ni je, cukup la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-1849533305280739289?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1849533305280739289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=1849533305280739289&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1849533305280739289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1849533305280739289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/08/about-make-up-and-grooming.html' title='About Make-up and Grooming'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR4u5W7oI0A/SunVBNd0LgI/AAAAAAAAAso/XBoxbCcHDGI/s72-c/natural1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-3541792401565678603</id><published>2010-08-21T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:02:25.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Ramadhan al-Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uumm sedap nye cendol ni.. Dah la kau tak pegi terawih kan. Layan lagi cendol sambil tengok Glee yang dah habis pun season 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeey lama tak blogging! Kalau blog ni boleh tumbuh kulat, dah jadi cendawan busuk pun kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arakian ini, rasanya belum terlambat untuk saya mengucapkan Selamat Berpuasa. Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan al-Mubarak (dah tersambut dah pun). Selamat ber amal ibadah. Dan selamat menahan segala nafsu yang tak patut untuk sebulan ini (yang dah tinggal 19 hari lagi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah masih full puasa saya. Belum kena tembak lagi. Tapi sangat kuat makan lah. Tamak tak tipu. Especially bila pergi bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bazaar pun banyak yang frustrating lah the food. 1st pergi yang dekat LRT Terminal Putra tu. Aiyok fail la ayam percik and sayur kampung dia. Booo! Blacklist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then aritu nampak dekat Danau Kota, macam meriah bagai. Sawan jugak time pergi bazaar tu. 1st time nampak Murtabak Singapore (oh Im a fan of murtabak btw). Macam menarik. Sekali makan. Fail! Hampeh! Dah la kau RM5! Ptuih! Pastu nampak orang jual kuih akok kelantan tu. Macam hebat. Sebab macam banyak je production die. Abang tu pun semangat betul terpekik2. Tapi sekali makan. Fail! Oh kuciwa betul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then pergi jugak Kg Baru punya bazaar. Menarik menarik. Macam macam. And promisingly loveable by my tastebuds. Discovered one stall selling apam balik. Biasenye I tak pandang apam balik ni sebab dia cam tebal and muak makan. But this one pakcik punya menu special.. ada &lt;strong&gt;durian&lt;/strong&gt; beb.. (I think I'm a Durian enthusiast). Real isi durian mixed with susu manis, spread over the apam tebal2 pergh... terbaik lah! I went over the apam stall twice dah heee! And the other delicacies are yummy as well. None failed me so far. Eh wait! One roti jala stall nearby the pakcik apam. Yang brother tu paling bising terpekik2 buat aku hairan tak kering ke tekak bro tuh. I ngidam la roti jala. Tapi this one totally Fail lah! Booo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi kisah buka puasa ku. Ada satu hari tu pergi buka puasa dengan jeng jeng jeng dekat satu restaurant ni. First time for me there. Jogoya @ Starhill Gallery. Its a Japanese restaurant. For this month of Ramadhan, they have buka puasa buffet @ RM78 ke RM88 tah. Ke kira macam dinner buffet kot. But I tell you. Its SUPER worth it! They have all kinds of Japanese food spread, from the fresh raw seafoods, teppanyakis, ramens, sushis, and whatever crap. &amp;amp; they're good! Suka you can get coconut drinks fresh from the coconut itself unlimited. The dessert if OMFG marvellous. They have in-house Haagen-Dasz booth with 12 choices of flavors, as well as New Zealand's apetahtu icecream. The cakes &amp;amp; dessert are just supa! The service is top class as well. Refills are quick, and they have a system where u have a clip that has your table number on it, drop it over the counter in the bowl you fancy the menu, and they'll send it over to your table, hot &amp;amp; fresh! 5/5 rating! Penat batak dalam tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. cukup lah saya menceceh pasal makan. Saya baik. Tak post gambar makanan time bulan puasa. Nanti ada perut orang keriuk keriuk hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat puasa 19 hari lagi! Jangan curi curi minum air paip time mandi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-3541792401565678603?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3541792401565678603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=3541792401565678603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/3541792401565678603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/3541792401565678603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/08/salam-ramadhan-al-mubarak.html' title='Salam Ramadhan al-Mubarak'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-1840293227648083574</id><published>2010-07-18T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:15:08.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya Nak Beli Rumah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Any to recommend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for THE ONE for the past few months with a hangat-hangat2 taik ayam spirit, and my search is often limited to the area I'm familiar with i.e. Tmn Melati, Wangsa Maju, Setia Wangsa. So my options are kind of limited la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've researched:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUKIT JALIL area : Green Avenue, Savanna, Green Avenue and Covillea. I used to rent in Arena Green apt which is exactly opposite Bukit Jalil stadium. I feel the area is very convenient. Dekat pun dekat jugak dengan KL. To Shah Alam/Sunway/KJ pun takde jauh mana. View cantik gila, you can see the green golf course perrgh. Buut. Iyea face it la. Orang2 kaya yang dah dapat duit pencen je kot duduk sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMN MELATI/WANGSA MAJU area :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;PV12 : RM270k . 1280sqft. brand new unit. very high density. 16 unit/floor with limited (not to mention slow) lifts. and the so-called condo has about 700 units altogether. grr. tapi happening la, its in Danau Kota. but happening can also lead to unwanted bising-ness. I'd say its a good investment if u wanna sewakan. but for myself to live in hurm... hate the yellow color of the building tho.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;PV8 : RM400k . 1550sqft. brand new unit. just beside MRR2. slightly more exclusive. building pun nampak cantik. target tenant are expats. can be rented out for about RM2k. but who would wanna rent with me at that rate? hurm... plus. its located in a very high density place too. very the sebelah2 with all the other very high-rise PVs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Villa Wangsamas : RM380k. 1280sqft jugak kot. nice timber flooring. 3r+2b. 2 parking lot. a bit terkedalam but very near to LRT Sri Rampai (opening soon). Would have really love it if it wasnt because the outer structure of the building is full of cracking seals! and its only 2-3 years old (for the new towers). I call it the Spiderweb condo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seri Maya : RM400k and above. 1500sqft and above. right next to LRT Setiawangsa. Nampak sangat nais. Most of the tenants are expats, renting at around RM2k/month. but macam out of my budget je ngahhh...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and a few more other condos la i cant really recall...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest in my survey, which i just visited today are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Ayu in Setiawangsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TEMAd7Cm_jI/AAAAAAAABJQ/3oztvvq-ijs/s1600/IMG_3319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495236484386979378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TEMAd7Cm_jI/AAAAAAAABJQ/3oztvvq-ijs/s400/IMG_3319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TEMAdi8R1oI/AAAAAAAABJI/sajYOwaDxwA/s1600/IMG_3355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495236477917976194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TEMAdi8R1oI/AAAAAAAABJI/sajYOwaDxwA/s400/IMG_3355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very near to Setiawangsa LRT, Giant, Jusco. Tapi its quite shabby looking la, considering its 15 yrs old dah. &amp;amp; i guess the maintenance pun tak elok. It can loook nice if its nicely renovated. But that would be another extra cost la. Why bother? Reject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then usha Riana Green in Wangsa Maju. Near Carrefour ke Kafu ke tah cane eja. Ini memang dari jauh you akan nampak and see its exclusivity lah. slurrrpp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TEMAdXXcp0I/AAAAAAAABJA/M9nlspiIszc/s1600/IMG_3359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495236474810705730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TEMAdXXcp0I/AAAAAAAABJA/M9nlspiIszc/s400/IMG_3359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a high-rise and low-rise punya condo. The one I'm seeing today is the low-rise punya, which I prefer more rather than the high-rise. 1080sqft for RM390k ngaaah! &amp;amp; monthly maintenance fee for about RM300! OK sumpah tak afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TEMAdKy4nnI/AAAAAAAABI4/oOsL9Bc9i-I/s1600/IMG_3368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495236471436123762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TEMAdKy4nnI/AAAAAAAABI4/oOsL9Bc9i-I/s400/IMG_3368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interior finishing memang lawa &amp;amp; classy. just look at the bathtub! Full outside view oke~! &amp;amp; easily kene skodeng la for those in ground floor haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then to wrap up today. I called my friend who lives in Sri Kenangan apartment/condo. A bit depan sikit dari the Carrefour Wangsa Maju. Market price dalam RM265k la. 1200sqft. 3r+2b. marble flooring. Paling penting dia punya scenery &amp;amp; surrounding memang peaceful &amp;amp; the very the best lah! I would really love to settle in here! Affordable iya jugak. Building looks a bit shabby tapi kat dalam if dah furbish nice lah. &amp;amp; Rapek kata next year the management is gonna repaint the buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TEMAeA4jY6I/AAAAAAAABJY/tgLkHtGoOkI/s1600/2f666e89a13d4f3a8e6935d4bf837f2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495236485955412898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TEMAeA4jY6I/AAAAAAAABJY/tgLkHtGoOkI/s400/2f666e89a13d4f3a8e6935d4bf837f2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Rapek for allowing me to view your house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Mana mau cari rumah lagi ni? August nak kena move out kot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-1840293227648083574?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1840293227648083574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=1840293227648083574&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1840293227648083574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1840293227648083574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/07/saya-nak-beli-rumah.html' title='Saya Nak Beli Rumah'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TEMAd7Cm_jI/AAAAAAAABJQ/3oztvvq-ijs/s72-c/IMG_3319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-8330263066202151229</id><published>2010-07-07T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:29:05.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thing About Bestfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the thing about bestfriends is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the bond is so strong, you don't cry when one is moving afar - be it physically moving to another part of the country, or moving into a new phase of life i.e. marriage, work-life. you may cry when you think of the fact that you'll be spending less time together and you don't get to see each other's faces as often as before... you may cry because you miss the good times you once had with your bestfriends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you would never cry with the thought that you will never see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that, is my definition and trust i have towards my bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may not contact each other every day. sometimes we don't hear about each other for months. but it changes &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; of the memories we built. that deep, lovely feeling i have towards you remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm pretty sure our roads will cross again in the future, along with God's Will &amp;amp; owns effort. and when we meet again, we will still be laughing at our old jokes - just like back in the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why do farewell parties when nobody's dying just yet?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TDSOhqsIiKI/AAAAAAAABIw/NvuY4DGKuHY/s1600/P1060314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491170554717702306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TDSOhqsIiKI/AAAAAAAABIw/NvuY4DGKuHY/s400/P1060314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-8330263066202151229?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8330263066202151229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=8330263066202151229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8330263066202151229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8330263066202151229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/07/thing-about-bestfriends.html' title='The Thing About Bestfriends'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TDSOhqsIiKI/AAAAAAAABIw/NvuY4DGKuHY/s72-c/P1060314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-8012272356660300182</id><published>2010-06-27T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:49:11.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BestFriend's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As much as I wish to menceceh banyak2 about my 1st bestie's wedding, I'm afraid the news is kinda like basi already, since this post is gonna be 10-days late haha gila tak hangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways. I'd like to pay a tribute to her by writing randomly whatever that comes on my mind on the name Anies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noorr Anis Atiqah Mohd Khuzi. April 25, 1987. Highschool SERATAS. Knew her from Day One in UTP. We sat in a row. We became instant friends. Good cook. Motherly. Very disciplined. SO ready to be a wife - sebab dia selalu bangun paling awal di rumah &amp;amp; dah kemas2, basuh baju ksyuk-ksyuk di toilet kuat2 pagi2. Selalu paksa saya habiskan makanan - kalau tak dia mula berhujah pasal peluh petani.We're roomates during foundation 2nd. It was when she met her now-hubby, which we all call Abang Jeloy, senior from our Silat Cekak Malaysia in UTP. Their relationship started with lots of dugaan &amp;amp; halangan &amp;amp; cabaran from external, but it all proved em wrong when they tied the knot on June 18, 2010 recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love you babe. Congratulations :')&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487446182478732290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TCdTOq633AI/AAAAAAAABIo/nDZT6xhtx0E/s400/2010.06.18-19+-+Anies%27+Wedding+-+Izza%27s++(463).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;note: Photos available in &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=176341&amp;amp;id=550683194&amp;amp;l=1ed7274b5b"&gt;facebook here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-8012272356660300182?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8012272356660300182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=8012272356660300182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8012272356660300182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8012272356660300182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-bestfriends-wedding.html' title='My BestFriend&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TCdTOq633AI/AAAAAAAABIo/nDZT6xhtx0E/s72-c/2010.06.18-19+-+Anies%27+Wedding+-+Izza%27s++(463).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-2674153815756488298</id><published>2010-06-25T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:56:46.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaunter pertanyaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok kawan kawan. saya dah buka kaunter pertanyaan. since ramai complain sebab saya tak meng kasi  kebenaran untuk menjadi sahabat saya di facebook which thus mereka rasa susah nak ber komunikasi atau bertanya soalan, maka saya dengan ini telah melanggani formspring - sejenis lawan web tidak sosial, tetapi sedikit interaktif. kamu tanya. bila saya rajin saya jawab. sila pastikan soalan yang senonoh sahaja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuba lah hari ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/nurulizza"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/nurulizza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-2674153815756488298?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/2674153815756488298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=2674153815756488298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2674153815756488298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2674153815756488298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/06/kaunter-pertanyaan.html' title='kaunter pertanyaan'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-1706116861784368317</id><published>2010-06-10T22:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:28:09.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagi Pasal Tunang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay people. I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I WISH to - no, I am not engaged. The previous post was just a '&lt;strong&gt;teaser&lt;/strong&gt;' for THIS post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. To those who congratulated me. Thanks! bwahahaha sila ambil balik kongratulasi anda. &amp;amp; Ilya, sila jangan maki saya kuat2 di ofc. ROTFLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so back to the main purpose of this post la. Which was personally requested by the gadis herself. Here's to you, babe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh but before that nak iklan &lt;em&gt;'rumah Ida'&lt;/em&gt; dulu! Where us girls had an overnight before the engagement day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD-mdl54pI/AAAAAAAABIY/YB-IE_H-yIE/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481160683241988754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD-mdl54pI/AAAAAAAABIY/YB-IE_H-yIE/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Memang terbaik untuk slumber party &amp;amp; pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD-m1wOe6I/AAAAAAAABIg/bJyUe_iIfo4/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481160689727732642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD-m1wOe6I/AAAAAAAABIg/bJyUe_iIfo4/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(1).JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I bought along my Monolopy Deal card game. Its like main monopoly but with cards - and its even crueler! Sawan budak2 ni main! We played up till 4am and later sambung pillow talk up to 5am. Sejam lagi dah bangun Subuh and taking turns mandi and berebut cermin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. So this is the actual celebrated gadis. My roomate of 3.5 years back in UTP, my coursemate of 4.5 years, colleagues in the same company (tho I'm in KLCC &amp;amp; she's in Kerteh), and up till now, a dear friend of mine. Syaima'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD9WPRC2FI/AAAAAAAABII/_diGd9lzBj0/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481159305006864466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD9WPRC2FI/AAAAAAAABII/_diGd9lzBj0/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event took place on Sunday, 6th of June 2010, at the girl's house in USJ4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD-l3H2RmI/AAAAAAAABIQ/JkwD5WuZSYA/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481160672915375714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD-l3H2RmI/AAAAAAAABIQ/JkwD5WuZSYA/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gila la khusyuk semua mendengar kata2 aluan dr si penunang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD9VruxSqI/AAAAAAAABIA/rbgyGaR8BOk/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481159295467866786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD9VruxSqI/AAAAAAAABIA/rbgyGaR8BOk/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(6).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Awaiting THE call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD9VbBS4JI/AAAAAAAABH4/vdzkKJQ-mrI/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481159290982162578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD9VbBS4JI/AAAAAAAABH4/vdzkKJQ-mrI/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saat cincin disarungkan nenek mertua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD9UYERv8I/AAAAAAAABHw/xi15cUltDEE/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481159273009496002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD9UYERv8I/AAAAAAAABHw/xi15cUltDEE/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(8).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para mamarazzi tak bertauliah kepochi di persisiran tangga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD9T6tA4tI/AAAAAAAABHo/VrFw_vSBw2Q/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481159265127293650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD9T6tA4tI/AAAAAAAABHo/VrFw_vSBw2Q/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(9).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lucky shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD8H6hrecI/AAAAAAAABHg/F1joowBcwR0/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481157959409695170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD8H6hrecI/AAAAAAAABHg/F1joowBcwR0/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(10).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh oh ini la Anis! &amp;amp; her fiance. She's the 1st to be engaged - Syaima' 2nd of my gedis housemates gang. They're getting married next week! Yaay ke Perak pulak we all go!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD8HhgGRrI/AAAAAAAABHY/2NtfyMVgaog/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481157952692176562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD8HhgGRrI/AAAAAAAABHY/2NtfyMVgaog/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(11).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bersama anak2 dara Pakcik Tuan Hassan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD8HDG_K5I/AAAAAAAABHQ/vsQTHqwEN44/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481157944533789586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD8HDG_K5I/AAAAAAAABHQ/vsQTHqwEN44/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(12).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Darling Muggle mates - creme de la cremes of ICT/BIS of our batch bwahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD8G6xNezI/AAAAAAAABHI/eV-7xOgbVIk/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481157942294969138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD8G6xNezI/AAAAAAAABHI/eV-7xOgbVIk/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(13).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"All the single ladies! *clap clap* All the single ladies~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD8GGCdNhI/AAAAAAAABHA/7O7IJ2ma5mc/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481157928140224018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD8GGCdNhI/AAAAAAAABHA/7O7IJ2ma5mc/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(14).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kalau tak kepochi tu bukan kitorg la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD6eLB33iI/AAAAAAAABG4/vg7SR99VnZc/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481156142773558818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD6eLB33iI/AAAAAAAABG4/vg7SR99VnZc/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(15).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"ok korang, kira 1 2 3 pastu gelak k? 1.. 2.. 3!" - moment ni aku mcm malu gila semua makcik2 tengok kita ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD6dsxONAI/AAAAAAAABGw/Z_2u7oB-rRg/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(16).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481156134650655746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD6dsxONAI/AAAAAAAABGw/Z_2u7oB-rRg/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(16).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wakil house V5K-T4yang hadir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD6ddJ4CqI/AAAAAAAABGo/dRGFfCXaZSs/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(17).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481156130459093666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD6ddJ4CqI/AAAAAAAABGo/dRGFfCXaZSs/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(17).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD6cy3sSpI/AAAAAAAABGg/ztR8pqPpP5Q/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(18).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481156119108536978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD6cy3sSpI/AAAAAAAABGg/ztR8pqPpP5Q/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(18).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;muka commercial Anep depan camera itu memag tak boleh elak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD6cAMcqKI/AAAAAAAABGY/B5cSns7mTUM/s1600/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(19).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481156105505384610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD6cAMcqKI/AAAAAAAABGY/B5cSns7mTUM/s400/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(19).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last but not least, the Penunang and myself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy fer yah babe. Tapi aku dah takut dengan Umi mu yang "Izza bila lagi? Nak Umi tolong cari ke?" waaaaaaaaahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/5379568135299856951-1706116861784368317?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1706116861784368317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=1706116861784368317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1706116861784368317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1706116861784368317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/06/lagi-pasal-tunang.html' title='Lagi Pasal Tunang'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TBD-mdl54pI/AAAAAAAABIY/YB-IE_H-yIE/s72-c/Izza%27s+Blog+-+Syaima%27s+Engagement+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-7518979201495429233</id><published>2010-06-09T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:13:08.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya Sudah Tunang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TA-u4dYwA1I/AAAAAAAABGQ/5o-8I7BrkvE/s1600/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480791556517528402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TA-u4dYwA1I/AAAAAAAABGQ/5o-8I7BrkvE/s400/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yaay I'm engaged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tapi takpe, jangan kecewa dunia. sebab saya baru tunang. (read: belum kahwin) so sempat la kalo sape2 ade nak buat confession lagi. hahahahahaha~ (sila refer the pic above to imagine me laughing secara tak senonoh begini)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;note: ok syaima' mesti bising i tak buat lagi 'special' post for her haha&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/5379568135299856951-7518979201495429233?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/7518979201495429233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=7518979201495429233&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/7518979201495429233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/7518979201495429233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/06/saya-sudah-tunang.html' title='Saya Sudah Tunang'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TA-u4dYwA1I/AAAAAAAABGQ/5o-8I7BrkvE/s72-c/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-748995174084050994</id><published>2010-06-07T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:49:48.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Winner your ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I checked my Spam Mails in my Yahoo email account today. I bet many of you also receive these email from &lt;em&gt;especially &lt;/em&gt;foreign names claiming you won something2 on something2, kindly provide details blablabla. OK I'm quite sure im IT-literate (and not stupidly greedy) enough to believe. But this particular email almost made me believe and I could bet there would actually be people falling for this. Read up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Subject : PETRONAS REDEMPTION CENTRE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From : PETROLIAM NASIONAL BERHAD &lt;winners@petronas.com&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petroliam Nasional Berhad(PETRONAS). &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;-hello, this is my company, freak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tower 1&lt;br /&gt;Petronas Twin Towers&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur City Centre(KLCC)&lt;br /&gt;50088 Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETRONAS a Leading Oil and Gas Multinational Of Choice proudly announces to you as one of her 25 lucky winners worldwide in it's Secured Online Promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are therefore entitled to a Total payout of TWO MILLION FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND UNITED STATE DOLLARS ($2,500,000.00USD) in cash in this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Promotion was held at the Prestigious Petronas Twin Towers(Currently the Tallest Building in Malaysia) Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia through a secured automated powered ballot where over 50,000 email addresses from all over the world were being collected for the draw. The purpose for this Promotion is an avenue to appreciate all customers who have patronized us over the years both from Malaysia and worldwide as a whole, the promotion is also geared at bringing PETRONAS close to the world for advertising its exquisite brands of products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are your winning Informations to be kept confidential, your claims agent is the only authorised person you are required to disclose these informations to for processing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TICKET NUMBER ------------------60876KS652M,&lt;br /&gt;WINNING NUMBERS ------------------ 85083457&lt;br /&gt;RAFFLE DRAW NUMBERS ------------------1982-02&lt;br /&gt;SECURITY NUMBER ------------------------- 0202.&lt;br /&gt;REFERENCE NUMBER----------------- PET/43824394763/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You being Authorised/Mandated by this notification which takes immediate effect to get in touch with your claims officer whom your entitlement has been drafted to for onward assistance and disbursement with the following informations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FULL NAME:&lt;br /&gt;CONTACT ADDRESS:&lt;br /&gt;PHONE NO:&lt;br /&gt;OCCUPATION:&lt;br /&gt;YOUR WINNING EMAIL:&lt;br /&gt;NAME OF YOUR NEXT OF KIN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================================================&lt;br /&gt;PRIZE RELEASE DEPARTMENT&lt;br /&gt;Petroliam Nasional Berhad(PETRONAS)&lt;br /&gt;Tower 1&lt;br /&gt;Petronas Twin Towers&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur City Centre&lt;br /&gt;50088 Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;EMAIL: pjpeterjeffrey@yahoo.com.hk&lt;br /&gt;MR. PETER JEFFERY.&lt;br /&gt;==============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Members and Staff Of PETRONAS congratulates you for being a winner of its promotion as we hope that you would take the time to Patronize us in the near future to have a taste of our Exquisite brands of products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Omo Fausty.&lt;br /&gt;Online coordinator,&lt;br /&gt;PETRONAS SECURED ONLINE PROMOTION,&lt;br /&gt;Sweepstakes International Program.&lt;br /&gt;Open 7 days 8am-11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first few paragraphs made my heart pound (nervous la ni ingat betul2). I siap dah fikir eh, the system must have not double checked my name in staff list. Staff kan not eligible to win such promotions. But it was kinda funny cause the amount stated was in USD. I scrolled further down &amp;amp; saw the form requesting for personal details. Pastu lagi suruh reply email to pjpeterjeffrey@yahoo.com.hk - VERY FUNNY. apesal HK tiba2 pulak kan. Come oooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. Just to warn in case someone's google-ing for the authentication of such email, PLEASE DO NOT GIVE OUT SUCH PERSONAL INFO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sengal punya Mrs Omo Fausty. If she even exists.&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/5379568135299856951-748995174084050994?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/748995174084050994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=748995174084050994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/748995174084050994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/748995174084050994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/06/lucky-winner-your-ass.html' title='Lucky Winner your ass'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-7556597385387363165</id><published>2010-06-02T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:41:48.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me-time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Za, how do you define ‘me-time’?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaa… Kayh. So. To me. Me-time is the time that I got to spend with me. OK lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the time when I got these extra hours to do things I wanted to do in a peaceful, relaxed, and no rush manner. No oh-esok-kerja-kena-tido, No ala-baju-tak-lipat lagi, No ngaa-bilik-tak-kemas. Nak chill je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kau busy sangat ke wei sampai takde masa sangat?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No its not busy kerja ke ape. (ay ada la jugak kerja, busy la jugak k). But to actually find quality alone time is not easy these days. On weekdays, sampai rumah dah malam. Nak unpack &amp;amp; repack gym attire, basuh-sidai-lipat baju, kemas bilik, prepare baju kerja esok pulak, kemas bilik, blablabla. &amp;amp; nowadays its like once a month je I got the time to switch on my laptop &amp;amp; do some serious blogging, picture photoshopping, web-surfing &amp;amp; stuff. Elsetime, I just go online thru my Blackberry – which kinda limits the web-surfing satisfaction. Nonetheless, its SO handy when it comes to instant messaging &amp;amp; Facebook-ing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Amende yang kau nak sangat buat time me-time ko tuh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots! I cam dah lama tak rasa BORED. Its always full of activities. Seronok seronok jugak. But yea, I have to admit at times I do enjoy being quiet and alone for awhile. It’s the time when I can think deep on some of my personal issues. Or just menerawang randomly. I can blog and menceceh sesuka suki on my blog yang if you notice month by month by posts per month makin sangatlah berkurang *sob sob*. I wanna do photoshop-ing. Not the hilangkan-jerawat-dan-parut-and-oh-i-look-flawless-ok-upload-facebook kind of photo editing. Ntah la apa I nak buat kan. But I would really love to take my own sweet time exploring Adobe Photoshop which is a very powerful tool. Play around with the many schemes and effects you can do. Oh I can easily spend hours on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rearranging &amp;amp; re-lipat-ing my whole wardrobe is also something I like to do and I like to do it at super sweet speed. (like lembab gila). Sambil listening to the radio/music. Melalak malu2 sikit. Lipat baju ke segi empat tepat comel2 and pastikan semua sama saiz. Susun ikut kategori baju. Oh suka suka. Now can kurang segi empat tepat sebab kena lipat laju2 je selalu. I pun suka tukar cadar katil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love looking back old photos. Well, they aren’t really old – since zaman sekarang semua macam digital. But it’s the sweet sweet moments that I missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sounds boring isn’t it? But I am a boring person anyway hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Friday ni office cuti yay! But my weekend is already full. Babe Syaima’ is getting engaged this Sunday oooh I am so excited! Meeting up my girls &amp;amp; ber gedik gedis hiks! Xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good people! And animals. Have a super weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TAZs-WHZvOI/AAAAAAAABGI/sWWOsJrSVII/s1600/spark+%5Bizza%27s%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478185815087103202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TAZs-WHZvOI/AAAAAAAABGI/sWWOsJrSVII/s400/spark+%5Bizza%27s%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-7556597385387363165?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/7556597385387363165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=7556597385387363165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/7556597385387363165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/7556597385387363165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-time.html' title='Me-time'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TAZs-WHZvOI/AAAAAAAABGI/sWWOsJrSVII/s72-c/spark+%5Bizza%27s%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-1732325620078902014</id><published>2010-05-26T21:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:40:46.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be Serious, be Sincere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A dear friend of mine, John, forwarded an email to me earlier this week. It was someone's speech text or writing, which, i usually never bother to read - what more to forward or share. But this particular article &amp;amp; the way the author wrote it really catches me. Read up. Its worth your 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order. There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if you back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is one of those races in nursery school where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same is with life where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about nurturing the spark – don’t take life seriously. Life is not meant to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a prepaid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s ok, bunk a few classes, scoring low in couple of papers, goof up a few interviews, take leave from work, enjoy with your friends, fall in love, little fights with your loved Ones. We are people, not programmed devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be serious, be sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chetan Bhagat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it beautifully written &amp;amp; just couldn't agree more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S_0qudPqQcI/AAAAAAAABFw/kt5AGTTXZWE/s1600/IMG_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475579699565052354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S_0qudPqQcI/AAAAAAAABFw/kt5AGTTXZWE/s400/IMG_0183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-1732325620078902014?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1732325620078902014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=1732325620078902014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1732325620078902014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1732325620078902014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-be-serious-be-sincere.html' title='Don&apos;t be Serious, be Sincere'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S_0qudPqQcI/AAAAAAAABFw/kt5AGTTXZWE/s72-c/IMG_0183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-1774785378001775130</id><published>2010-05-06T07:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T07:42:21.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>macam wtf tak?</title><content type='html'>Ada lah suatu hari hari itu. Saya rasa pissed off sangat. Tak ada lah sangat. Tapi macam nak terkeluar wtf juga lah. Macam "apa masalah kau wey!". Begitu lah. Tapi saya cool la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al kisah nya begini. Saya balik dari pejabat sedikit lewat hari itu. Agak pukul 9 malam baru saya terpacul di tingkat bawah lif apartmen saya. Bila lif datang, saya pun masuk. Di dalam lif tersebut ada 2 lagi lelaki lain. Saya pun tekan tingkat saya. 12. Lelaki A tekan 8. Lelaki B tekan 9 sambil masing merenung butang2 lif itu. Mungkin dia lupa tingkat mana dia nak pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sediki lagi nak tiba tingkat 8, die tekan juga secara perlahan2.. Butang 10.. Butang 11.. Saya pun tengok sahaja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting! Tingkat 8. &amp; kedua dua lelaki A dan B keluar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam wtf tak?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-1774785378001775130?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1774785378001775130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=1774785378001775130&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1774785378001775130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1774785378001775130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/05/ada-lah-suatu-hari-hari-itu.html' title='macam wtf tak?'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-913102064406293316</id><published>2010-05-02T22:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:11:35.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laporan Balik Hari Melaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pada weekend yang baru baru ini, saya dan ibu bapa saya telah pergi ke Melaka untuk majlis konvokasi terlewat abang sulung saya bersempena dia menjadi pilot. Kejadian bertempat di D'Village Resort, Batu Berendam, saya ulang, Melaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu bapa saya tiba di KLIA seawal jam 8.30am dan saya telah mengutip mereka lalu terus ke Melaka sambil berjudi (gamble) jalan. Sedikit sesat tetapi tidak mengapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memandangkan kami tiba macam awal sikit, maka kami pun ke kota Melaka dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92US3ikNmI/AAAAAAAABFo/MTrywX52Jlc/s1600/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466688574565135970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92US3ikNmI/AAAAAAAABFo/MTrywX52Jlc/s400/IMG_0199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Itu ibu saya. Sebelah dia bapa saya. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92USE-0YhI/AAAAAAAABFg/VhK3XOHzFAI/s1600/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466688560993427986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92USE-0YhI/AAAAAAAABFg/VhK3XOHzFAI/s400/IMG_0208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Bapa saya usha2 kedai yang sedia ada di bangunan merah merah sana.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92URZevcII/AAAAAAAABFY/Qex_WZzheO8/s1600/IMG_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466688549316161666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92URZevcII/AAAAAAAABFY/Qex_WZzheO8/s400/IMG_0220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Ini ibu saya. Sebelah dia itu saya.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! Pakai baju kurung sebab dekat surat jemputan tu kata pakai formal. Tidak akan lah saya nak pakai baju korporat petronas saya kan. maka pakai sahaja lah baju kurung hoho. Kot la boleh pancing pilot mana2 ohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92SQEoMhNI/AAAAAAAABFQ/blxaBuYnmP0/s1600/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466686327515546834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92SQEoMhNI/AAAAAAAABFQ/blxaBuYnmP0/s400/IMG_0224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Penat berpanas pusing pusing kami pun duduk makan cendol. Saya ambil gambar kedai cendol itu. Tiba tiba abang kedai pisang goreng sebelah cemburu dan memekik "Camtu laa, ambik gamba dioraaangg jeee", maka saya pun terus ambil gambar mereka juga sambil abang itu sempat posing aman.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92SPnqd-YI/AAAAAAAABFI/q8McSXKz2eA/s1600/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466686319740451202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92SPnqd-YI/AAAAAAAABFI/q8McSXKz2eA/s400/IMG_0237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Saya sangat sopan santun. Terima kasih. Tapi macam malu jugak kena hon hon kereta yang lalu lalang.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92SPA62TjI/AAAAAAAABFA/Gz8BipH7Fog/s1600/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466686309340171826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92SPA62TjI/AAAAAAAABFA/Gz8BipH7Fog/s400/IMG_0238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Kedua ibu bapa saya berserta kincir air yang tak pasti ber fungsi atau tidak.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92SOs9nKhI/AAAAAAAABE4/tPy-iR3lGuM/s1600/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466686303983053330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92SOs9nKhI/AAAAAAAABE4/tPy-iR3lGuM/s400/IMG_0245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Disebabkan panas, ibu dan bapa saya telah pun masing2 membeli topi yang sangat menandakan diorang ni tourist yang berharga RM10 each. Comel je mereka membeli belacan.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92SOPNWsSI/AAAAAAAABEw/iDuDXm0cj1U/s1600/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466686295996018978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92SOPNWsSI/AAAAAAAABEw/iDuDXm0cj1U/s400/IMG_0254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Sudah di Convocation Hall di Resort kurang terkemuka itu. Panas pulak tuh. &amp;amp; sungguh ramai orang. Saya bosan dan kepanasan. Saya telah main2 gambar dengan cermin di tandas. Terima kasih.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92Pu1JCw5I/AAAAAAAABEo/MpFHe8j6L7E/s1600/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466683557399413650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92Pu1JCw5I/AAAAAAAABEo/MpFHe8j6L7E/s400/IMG_0267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Itu ayah saya ambil sijil berjaya jadi juruterbang abang saya bagi pihak.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92PuWsusxI/AAAAAAAABEg/xpRDaP02HV0/s1600/IMG_0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466683549227594514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92PuWsusxI/AAAAAAAABEg/xpRDaP02HV0/s400/IMG_0268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Saya memang tak kenal artis &lt;s&gt;sebab saya pun artis&lt;/s&gt;. Jadi ayah saya la tak habis2 pin point itu siapa itu siapa. Antaranya pelakon manatah serta DJ Dave (siapa ntah)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian kami pergi ke rumah saudara mara papa. Sedikit jauh entah ke mana. Saya pandu sahaja mengikut makcik saya ituh. Di rumah mereka ada 2 ketul kanak kanak yang sungguh comel dan menambat hati suka suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92Pt5GTx6I/AAAAAAAABEY/EmdQO4HMzXo/s1600/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466683541281818530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92Pt5GTx6I/AAAAAAAABEY/EmdQO4HMzXo/s400/IMG_0291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Lihatlah dua ketulan ini. Comel kan?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92PtIxlmzI/AAAAAAAABEQ/BYua-NQYjO8/s1600/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466683528310004530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92PtIxlmzI/AAAAAAAABEQ/BYua-NQYjO8/s400/IMG_0299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Budak kachak.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92PsX-eEiI/AAAAAAAABEI/4AkfWeLnUr8/s1600/IMG_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466683515210699298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92PsX-eEiI/AAAAAAAABEI/4AkfWeLnUr8/s400/IMG_0300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Kanak comel berserta datuknya yang tak kalah comel.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian laporan balik hari Melaka saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Lately kena mengarang surat dalam BM, so kena la practice blogging in BM formal dah kan? Oh BM saya masih sungguh elok dan hebat. Terima kasih Cikgu Monih Epin yang ajar saya BM time form 3 tapi lepas tu dapat B utk PMR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-913102064406293316?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/913102064406293316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=913102064406293316&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/913102064406293316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/913102064406293316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/05/laporan-balik-hari-melaka.html' title='Laporan Balik Hari Melaka'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S92US3ikNmI/AAAAAAAABFo/MTrywX52Jlc/s72-c/IMG_0199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-5970734541856409456</id><published>2010-04-28T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:06:50.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bags. Bags. Bags!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm having this really big crushes recently. This SAWANness I call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9hFRUndW1I/AAAAAAAABCo/WodrDTUFT9k/s1600/fossil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465194311708400466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9hFRUndW1I/AAAAAAAABCo/WodrDTUFT9k/s400/fossil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Oh I just adore Fossil's handbag range&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9hFSmQQW_I/AAAAAAAABDA/HkDkw4_JEsw/s1600/fossil1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465194333622787058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9hFSmQQW_I/AAAAAAAABDA/HkDkw4_JEsw/s400/fossil1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;I so so LOVE the pattern on this bag!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465194324098566082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9hFSCxgR8I/AAAAAAAABC4/sLGX1iUC3E0/s400/Fossil+Ansley+Minibag+-+khaki.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;I love white backgrounds with pretty flowery motif. But this sling bag is too small la. Tapi cam OMG its such a must have!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9hGzMZdQfI/AAAAAAAABDQ/svfHu0ohjSc/s1600/fossil2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465195993129370098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9hGzMZdQfI/AAAAAAAABDQ/svfHu0ohjSc/s400/fossil2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Ngaaaa nakk...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9hFR3A53KI/AAAAAAAABCw/5Slf_zLpjq0/s1600/AAAAAlK5GI4AAAAAASWACQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465194320941931682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9hFR3A53KI/AAAAAAAABCw/5Slf_zLpjq0/s400/AAAAAlK5GI4AAAAAASWACQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;This sling bag is like so cool to bring along for travelling. Sure jadi macam store la handbag ni, campak macam2 dalam. Its like one of my dream handbag yang I saw in Sunway Pyramid's Jusco kot back in 2008. Tak ingat apa brand. It was RM300++ kot.. time tu intern, cam tak mampu ngaaa...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9hFSxj6KeI/AAAAAAAABDI/kTxn6aDtSCw/s1600/Fossil+Ansley+NS+Tote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465194336658008546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9hFSxj6KeI/AAAAAAAABDI/kTxn6aDtSCw/s400/Fossil+Ansley+NS+Tote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;OK so maybe something like this is what I need now la. Atas2 tu semua NAFSU je. Something I can carry to work that would fit A4-sized file. I'm in need of an office handbag actually. Taknak la plain, boring office bag..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I came to sawan for Fossil handbags? When I was window shopping some Friday noon with my babe, we passed thru the Fossil shop inside Parkson ke Isetan eh? and I saw this one white handbag with colorful patches over it, that caught my eye gila2 &amp;amp; I kept visiting the kedai for like 3 4 times dah after that, bawak orang lain2 haha excited sangat kan. Dah mati2 google, tak jumpa poon kat Fossil nye website :( nak sangat tunjuk kat sini jugak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats holding me back? Well. The price tag showed eye-beliak-ing figures. The tote bag was RM900++ koooot!!! Goddamnit. Gigit jari je laaah~~ Its so not THAT worth it oke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And.. Tiba2 I letak gambar handbag lama I ni sure nampak cam korok gila kan? haha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9hGzrvOA4I/AAAAAAAABDY/IsTRpD7BPjM/s1600/fossil1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465196001542144898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9hGzrvOA4I/AAAAAAAABDY/IsTRpD7BPjM/s400/fossil1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Note: The green/brown bag I bought like 3 4 years back kot, kat some stand shop in a mall in Sabah for like RM75 je koot. &amp;amp; the purple one from Korea x ingat brape. Takde makna koot I nak spend RM900 for a handbag! (yet. kot. haha)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian. Oh. Sakit Hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-5970734541856409456?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/5970734541856409456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=5970734541856409456&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/5970734541856409456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/5970734541856409456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/04/bags-bags-bags.html' title='Bags. Bags. Bags!'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9hFRUndW1I/AAAAAAAABCo/WodrDTUFT9k/s72-c/fossil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-5295401459128216962</id><published>2010-04-25T19:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:50:37.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got The Sweetest Friends Ever. You Got Meh? - Happy Birthday to me :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been few days dah since my birthday. But I'm still receiving calls from friends wishing me, altho it starts with "Izza.. Sori.. Aku lupe...!!" or "Izza sorii.. Line aku kena potong harituuu" haha so sweet of u all. It doesn't matter, as long as u still sincerely remember me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tues, 20/04/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening, my colleagues ajak chill minum2 after office. I've been serabut ever since the starting of the week, menyusun dates with friends for the whole strecth of this week. So tak notice sgt they were trying to prank me into berharap they prepared a surprise, padahal takde! haha cis dengki betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late eve, about 7.30pm I went to meet up with besties John (+ gf John), Charles, Ejan (+bf Ejan) &amp;amp; Malini. I think Charles &amp;amp; I were 'high' that night haha we couldn't stop fooling &amp;amp; laughing. We joined the crowd of Kema's housemates &amp;amp; friends, along with Shera, my kembar 21 Apr jugak hihi (nak gambar wey!) Oh but I have this pic la John smsed to me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9Qtwjh49pI/AAAAAAAABCg/o-PfRtutwLI/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464042560101611154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9Qtwjh49pI/AAAAAAAABCg/o-PfRtutwLI/s400/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;My birthday present 1: a vest! :D oke tp i terasa x ckup stylo utk pakai. ini testing shj. sy tak buat gila pakai ngn baju kurung g ofc ngee&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I later came home at night, which was around 11pm dah, (&amp;amp; tomorrow's a working day), who knew there was another surprise waiting. At about few mins past midnight, pintu bilik i diketuk bak nak kiamat. Trauma I chies. Its my housemates Deliza &amp;amp; Kak Syiken, and.. Kak Darnih! who came all the way from her apt yg jauh la jugak koot nak menapak tgh2 malam. &amp;amp; terus tumpang tidur bilik I haha. Lepas main calit2 cake kami pun tidur2 ayam ke pagi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtwXlxsFI/AAAAAAAABCY/iBlvZqoIdz8/s1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464042556896686162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtwXlxsFI/AAAAAAAABCY/iBlvZqoIdz8/s400/02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;Birthday present 2: &amp;amp; she made this! so sweet~~` :D (cake tu beli la ehe)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wed, 21/04/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DAY. ehe. Masuk ofc as usual je hari tu. Bosses takde. But I'm having a meeting at 8.30am with my section members. At about 11am, my section mate got a call &amp;amp; said someone wants to see me at the ofc (kitorg meeting kat lvl 42). I pun terkedek la turun blur2. Rupanya my office mates buat surprise~! Oh punya kuat derang nyanyi kat pantry malu I sampai I nak lari pun kena tarik kuat2 Effa &amp;amp; Darnih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtwCFA35I/AAAAAAAABCQ/8h9cqwsUAvk/s1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464042551122124690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtwCFA35I/AAAAAAAABCQ/8h9cqwsUAvk/s400/03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;The faces who makes me laugh in the offcie :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtvoEX6HI/AAAAAAAABCI/E5PEPKaIbu0/s1600/04.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464042544140118130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtvoEX6HI/AAAAAAAABCI/E5PEPKaIbu0/s400/04.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;Birthday present 3: From my ex-department (NGV) &amp;amp; other colleagues. What I LOVE most is the kain comes with matching brooch &amp; tudung! (Aryani? Ariani? tah. I tak beli tudung mahal2 ni) heee thank youu! &amp;amp; the Birthday Card was hillarious!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtGV1qahI/AAAAAAAABCA/4pqLlNJGBtk/s1600/05.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464041834871941650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtGV1qahI/AAAAAAAABCA/4pqLlNJGBtk/s400/05.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;Birthday present 4: A cute Taurus teddy from Kak Zah :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I went back up to resume for my meeting ngee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew it'd took until 3.30pm ngaaap! As I went back to my cubicle. Oh God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtGG3pQ4I/AAAAAAAABB4/5BS31Iofr4I/s1600/06.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464041830853723010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtGG3pQ4I/AAAAAAAABB4/5BS31Iofr4I/s400/06.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;Birthday present 4 5 6: Flowers! Gorgeous bouquets of flowers! Right most, the gigantic lilies are from my family, who sought help from a family friend in KL to have it delivered. So sweet of my parents :')&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was then told a girl was looking for me, since morning lagi. She was to deliver a package from someone - who refuses to be named &amp;amp; which I had totally no idea of who. It was wrapped in gold papers &amp;amp; a small card with a blogspot address. Ilya was beside me upon unwrapping it, and we were both like gasped hard &amp;amp; OMG-ed to see what was inside the gold box:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtFuiNLCI/AAAAAAAABBw/F-8CDnFA2QA/s1600/07.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464041824321350690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtFuiNLCI/AAAAAAAABBw/F-8CDnFA2QA/s400/07.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;Birthday present 7: Flora by Gucci set. haha. Thnks Ilya babe for being by my side time bukak ni. Kelakar gile.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I opened the blog, walaupun tak nak tau dari siapa. &lt;a href="http://www.hericioumcoralloides21.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.hericioumcoralloides21.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;amp; surprise surprise. But he/she never mentioned his/her name jugak. So I'm left puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang muka I blur whole day until they kept asking me "Izza you oke tak?" ngee.. I cam sakit jantung dari semalam lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that wasn't the last. At about 4.30pm, this somebody whos been very kind (with maps, haha) to me gave another heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtFH1M6FI/AAAAAAAABBo/See0xRaGHJw/s1600/08.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464041813932042322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtFH1M6FI/AAAAAAAABBo/See0xRaGHJw/s400/08.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;Birthday present 8: A plush kitty wearing a bracelet around the neck, holding 21 pretty red roses. Sweet! Thank You :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we later had karaoke session for like 3 hours. They initially just wanted a room for privacy - to sort of present to me the last surprise : a slideshow with pictures compilation of myself, my friends, our funny out-of-office moments, &amp;amp; super sweet + touching words. oh &amp;amp; not to forget the videos of my closest colleagues in the office giving birthday wishes in their own VERY FUNNY way oooh I nak pengsan ngan ke-suwit-an semua org!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to the lady who pulled most of the effort, Kak Darnih, who treats me like her very own sister - THANK YOU very much :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later late that night pulak, I received calls from my besties. 1st was Saa - it was glad to talk to you babe, I missed u so0o0o much. Too bad the timing wasn't really right, kalo tak sure dah borak sampai habis battery. Then just before midnight, my bestie Oyen pulak called. Borak borak kejap, tiba2 putus. &amp;amp; she called back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday tooo youuuu~~" &amp;amp; they sang both the Malay &amp;amp; English version. For about 2 minit kot I senyum tergelak2 sambil mereka at the end of the line khusyuk nyanyi. Disudahi dengan "Lala la la la laaa~" yang sangat merdu. I was like "Koraang! Korang mesti dah rehearse siap2 kaaan? Sedap gile okee korang nyanyi!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupanya Oyen &amp;amp; Diba je kawan aku sana, lain2 backup singers imported from housemates diorang! Haha suke hati je paksa orang nyanyi utk orang tak dikenali kan. Tapi I like! Oh sayang giler kat korang babes~ &amp;amp; kalau dah Izza &amp;amp; Oyen on the phone, tak nangis tu tak sah la. Tak tau kenapa. Almost an hour kan kita on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept that night with a big smile &amp;amp; happy, happy thoughts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thurs, 22/04/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a forum to attend at Sunway Hotel Resort &amp;amp; Spa whole day today. Thanks to orang tu, saya tak sesat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my parking ticket. So kena bayar RM20. Padahal 1 day parking sana RM7 je. Bertekak kejap ngan abang tuh. Only to find, the next day, my parking ticket tu terselit kat my notebook. Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I got my long-time wishlist granted. Thanks to my brothers who agreed to each sponsor RM1k while I cover the other RM1k. Ooh Thank You abang abang kuuuu mwah mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtEzKDQXI/AAAAAAAABBg/GDazlxZEfOk/s1600/09.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464041808382345586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9QtEzKDQXI/AAAAAAAABBg/GDazlxZEfOk/s400/09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;Ini kami 3 bradek!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9Qp5HdJaeI/AAAAAAAABBY/U4seNkKqKmE/s1600/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464038309137836514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9Qp5HdJaeI/AAAAAAAABBY/U4seNkKqKmE/s400/10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;Birthday present 9: A DSLR! Canon EOS500D. Comes with 18-55mm kit + 50mm lense slurrrppp~`&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Ben for helping me with tutorials, lectures, surveys, recommendations &amp;amp; BUYING my new pet. &amp;amp; yerlaaa, The Card! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, Atex kau memang paling kelakar. Forever my kartun. Tiba2 call &amp;amp; mulakan dengan "Izzaaaaa~~~` Soriiiii aku lupeeeeee~~~" hahahaha. Atex memang ko bestfriend aku yg paling terlewat, tapi aku tak kisah pun. Tambah2 ngan kisah serabut ko. "Hari Ke'putus'an Tendon Betik". Sabar ye Atex. Tapi aku benci tempat ko yang line dia memang potong stim haha sampai sekarang aku tak tau apa ko cakap yg last2 tu Atex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; by this time baru I terfikir &amp;amp; teka who could that mysterious blogger + perfume sender be. Walaupun by this time dia mcm dah broken hearted gila sebab I takde respon kah kah kah Sorry u! But Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fri, 23/04/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As I sampai my office cubicle that morning, I got another surprise. Panik. Siapa pulak lagi niii~~`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9Qp4hQ5luI/AAAAAAAABBQ/NHR1Ua7E2Pk/s1600/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464038298885920482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9Qp4hQ5luI/AAAAAAAABBQ/NHR1Ua7E2Pk/s400/11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;Birthday present 10: A box of Chocolates! &amp;amp; from my (new) boss, Kak Nid! So sweet of her despite being so busy &amp;amp; out of office for the whole week! OMG gomok lah saya...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday present 11 would be from Effa dearie, a Clinique eyeliner (yg I sendiri tak tau malu mintak haha - you asked me!) *xoxo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I cant really count my birthday presents just like this kan. Cuz I do consider each surprise, call, sms wishing etc a present. Just to have you lot around is the greatest gift :)&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I paling kelakar a female colleague mcm terpekik2 kat I "Kau siapa weyh? Kau Siapa!?" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sedih gila macam nak nangis pagi2 masuk office tu tengok bunga2 I cam dah nk layu uwaa~` dengan panic nye telah mem panic kan skali akak2 kat office utk tolong cari pasu, panadol (utk taruk dlm air utk bunga) &amp;amp; selamatkan bunga2 ituh nguuu. Tolong jangan kasi sy bunga lagi.. saya suka sangat bunga tapi tak suka tengok dia dying.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9Qp4GEBPmI/AAAAAAAABBI/Dtb_eHjszYA/s1600/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464038291584138850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9Qp4GEBPmI/AAAAAAAABBI/Dtb_eHjszYA/s400/12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;The Gorgeous Lilies from my family. This is as of Friday eve before I left the office for the weekend. Tolong la hidup lagi I masuk office Isnin ni :(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;amp; I guess that wraps up my birthday sakit jantungness.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9Qp36UjQiI/AAAAAAAABBA/PnnN6gnRo78/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464038288432251426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9Qp36UjQiI/AAAAAAAABBA/PnnN6gnRo78/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;Thank You Every Sweet Soul who Celebrated Keberanakan Saya! Nurulizza Sayang Kamu! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam sedih tak I carried this bouquet of flowers naik LRT pukul 5.30pm (peak sesak hour) from KLCC? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9Qp3RYCQYI/AAAAAAAABA4/k70fH2UhN7k/s1600/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464038277441012098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9Qp3RYCQYI/AAAAAAAABA4/k70fH2UhN7k/s400/14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Anyone, if any, please don't be offended by the title of this post. Its a title I actually altered from a blog I read entitled something like "I'm 16 &amp;amp; I have an LV Bag, u got meh?" haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-5295401459128216962?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/5295401459128216962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=5295401459128216962&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/5295401459128216962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/5295401459128216962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-sweetest-friends-ever-you-got-meh.html' title='I Got The Sweetest Friends Ever. You Got Meh? - Happy Birthday to me :D'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S9Qtwjh49pI/AAAAAAAABCg/o-PfRtutwLI/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-2307659886752421960</id><published>2010-04-20T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:46:03.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenapa kan..</title><content type='html'>Kenapa kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku macam selalu serabut seorang diri lately ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku macam rasa KL Twin Towers ni macam asek goyang2 je..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku macam blur je sekarang ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku da jarang gila dapat time nak chillex &amp; merapu2 kt blog tak famous aku ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku da xde topic nak tulis &amp; share kt blog aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my life is made up of my work da skrg ni.. &amp; its not fun pun blog about work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friends dah datang haha menceceh laytah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-2307659886752421960?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/2307659886752421960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=2307659886752421960&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2307659886752421960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2307659886752421960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/04/kenapa-kan.html' title='kenapa kan..'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-8051572732317064986</id><published>2010-03-29T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:13:33.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racist lagi. Ragut baru tau.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was about 7pm, and I just got back from office. I was waiting for the elevator at the ground floor of my apartment, along with a Malay couple with 2 little kids, an Indian mother with 3 kids, and a so-called young female adult (macam aku lah ehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made way for the families to fill in first. Lif kecik je, and 9 people are already in it. So I thought of staying behind &amp;amp; wait for the next lift je. But the little indian kid (about 4 5 yrs old i guess) was semangat-ly holding the lift door - ala chomel je~, and the akak was pressing the open door button. Note that our apartment's lifts ni macam lahanat sikit, takde sensor, kalau tutup pintu tu mmg boleh mati terhimpit budak. "Thank you~" I said, sambil pat the kid's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3 - the Malay couple and the kids went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4 - the Indian family went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lift is left with myself and the girl baya2 I. She gave a heavy sigh as soon as the Indian family went off. I pun terpandang belakang &amp;amp; senyum je la kat die. Suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nyemak je kan derang ni?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like err... Racist ke ape ngeko ni? Kalo ko nak kutuk yang pak hitam tu aku paham la lagi. Tapi those are Malaysian jugak kot. Ade hak kot nak menyewa kat apartment ni jugak. But I brushed it away &amp;amp; simply asked back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izza : Dah lama tinggal sini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia : Tak laa. Baru sebulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izza : (tengok butang lif tingkat yang menyala) Oooh.. Tinggal kat Level 10 eeh? Rumah korg ke, yang ade kena ragut rantai minggu lepas dkat bawah apartment ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia : Haaa aah. Saye la tu orang nye! Eeh, popular jugak kes tu ek? *chuckles* (aik bangge pulak ko?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izza : Aaa ade haritu dengar pakcik bergossip dalam lif.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dalam hati aku.. Padan la kau kena ragut. Tu la racist sangat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/5379568135299856951-8051572732317064986?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8051572732317064986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=8051572732317064986&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8051572732317064986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8051572732317064986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/03/racist-lagi-ragut-baru-tau.html' title='Racist lagi. Ragut baru tau.'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-6641230458605519296</id><published>2010-03-22T00:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:56:19.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Despise Turning 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its 21st of March. And genap 1 month lagi its my 22nd birthday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the gloomy face you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Being 21 has been very eventful for me. Which makes me resistant to leave 21-yearhood! - &amp;amp; 21's my fave number too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the highlights of me being 21, or in year 2009 were :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. January 2009 was my final semester in UTP. Despite being a final year student, I was like on HONEYMOON baby! Class was only on Wed &amp;amp; Thurs (Monday 1 hour tu halal la) - I had 5 weekends &amp;amp; 2 weekdays in a week! &amp;amp; that gave me plenty of time to berfoya2 lah. Oh how I loved my final semester. So juniors. Awal2 tu rajin2 lah tarik courses, so that at your final sem you can goyang kaki macam I ye hoyeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dj7CA2heI/AAAAAAAABAY/V1uuOfk87cc/s1600-h/final+sem.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451435739759150562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dj7CA2heI/AAAAAAAABAY/V1uuOfk87cc/s400/final+sem.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inilah pelajar2 contoh terbaik final sem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451435750119989618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dj7onEYXI/AAAAAAAABAg/0He3tPpbOk4/s400/Langkawi+-+Genting.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jalan Jalan Kaki Panjang~ (baca ngan tune jalan2 cari makan)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. And since its final semester for the Comp &amp;amp; Info Science (CIS) undergraduates of batch Jan 2005 intake, our sweet sweet batch mates pulled the effort to organize Inter-Course Sports Carnival &amp;amp; Grand Dinner. Oh oh this was very very memorable to me :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dj6-kIV5I/AAAAAAAABAQ/I15OJmIP1zU/s1600-h/jan+05+sports.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451435738833377170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dj6-kIV5I/AAAAAAAABAQ/I15OJmIP1zU/s400/jan+05+sports.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Jan '05 Inter-Course Sports Carnival hee semangat gila semua comel jek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dg4rQ0nlI/AAAAAAAABAI/naBGPdZNIys/s1600-h/jan+05+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451432400757497426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dg4rQ0nlI/AAAAAAAABAI/naBGPdZNIys/s400/jan+05+dinner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I was voted Queen of my batch. Konon 94% voted. Ntah betul tah idak statistik derang nih. Saja bagi I yg final sem ni menang kot. But it was an eventful night. Sangat2 sweet~ rindu korang semua uhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I had the BLAST-est birthday surprise ever. Thanks to Mohd Azmi &amp;amp; sidekick Kema, whos girlfriend also happen to be the same with mine. All 3 of us - Izza, Shera, Diyana, share the same birthdate hee. Oh &amp;amp; Azam celebrated skali, tho he's on 22nd Apr. Splashes of TEPUNG &amp;amp; party TEPUNG &amp;amp; the crowd of all my loved ones - super combination. This year tak dapat dah camni.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dg4LrRrcI/AAAAAAAABAA/HkADd0QLdo8/s1600-h/izza+birthday+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451432392278519234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dg4LrRrcI/AAAAAAAABAA/HkADd0QLdo8/s400/izza+birthday+21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; partay tepung hoyeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dg3kIzC-I/AAAAAAAAA_4/LuSHoXx8yJg/s1600-h/21042009465e.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451432381664922594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dg3kIzC-I/AAAAAAAAA_4/LuSHoXx8yJg/s400/21042009465e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;buatkan lagi satu utk I masuk 22 ni boleh tak babes? hiks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nearing end of semester, more and more events were organized. Most importantly, take LOTSA PIKCHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dg26SM7CI/AAAAAAAAA_w/kzBcgyX4rfU/s1600-h/photoshoot+housemates.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451432370430077986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dg26SM7CI/AAAAAAAAA_w/kzBcgyX4rfU/s400/photoshoot+housemates.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;housemates photoshoot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dg2pea_lI/AAAAAAAAA_o/fweAYquKK8E/s1600-h/photoshoot+muggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451432365917929042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dg2pea_lI/AAAAAAAAA_o/fweAYquKK8E/s400/photoshoot+muggles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Muggle-mates photoshoot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We had our Housemates Semester End Vacation @ Cameron Highlands. It was super! 9 unstoppable-talking-machine girls put together - u know what happens lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6ZIEvisGGI/AAAAAAAAA_g/GsD9JXHcFlU/s1600-h/housemates+cameron.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451123645297203298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6ZIEvisGGI/AAAAAAAAA_g/GsD9JXHcFlU/s400/housemates+cameron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; bila lagi nak mcm ni babes.. rindu sgt2.. :'( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(nanti korg dah beranak pinak susah dah..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. And.. we graduated! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6ZID6kBrbI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/1Ad-gknEeS0/s1600-h/convo+photoshoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451123631075732914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6ZID6kBrbI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/1Ad-gknEeS0/s400/convo+photoshoot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;pre-convo photoshoot itu harus! (kudos to Ben)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6ZIDoVsJ8I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/rmQ0jUaiqyM/s1600-h/convo+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451123626183763906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6ZIDoVsJ8I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/rmQ0jUaiqyM/s400/convo+day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Unexpectedly, I got the Silver Rector's Award! Oh oh seronoknye dapat RM750 haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I broke up with my boyfriend. Oh well. We're still good friends tho :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I got my offer letter from Petronas, and I started my working life in 21! Got myself a couple of crazy &amp;amp; fun friends in the office, and I am so0oO loving my current life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dq98hhi-I/AAAAAAAABAo/J_oOivttXpk/s1600-h/P1060411.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451443486406577122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dq98hhi-I/AAAAAAAABAo/J_oOivttXpk/s400/P1060411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;sawan laut @ Mamutik Island, Sabah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dzKInJWlI/AAAAAAAABAw/U2bE2Ue7XqI/s1600-h/IMG00013-20100311-1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451452491902835282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dzKInJWlI/AAAAAAAABAw/U2bE2Ue7XqI/s400/IMG00013-20100311-1350.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;di pantry pun boleh cam-whore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I started to wear hijab :) hopefully its forever, InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6ZIDII46GI/AAAAAAAAA_I/LFeTy825Wic/s1600-h/me+raya.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451123617540139106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6ZIDII46GI/AAAAAAAAA_I/LFeTy825Wic/s400/me+raya.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raya 2009&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. After long, my all-5 family members finally got the chance to go for a vacation TOGETHER! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6ZICt64-xI/AAAAAAAAA_A/U5pgClut_kM/s1600-h/P1040047.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451123610502101778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6ZICt64-xI/AAAAAAAAA_A/U5pgClut_kM/s400/P1040047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mount Titlis, Switzerland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And theres more. But I guess I'll keep those dark secrets to myself ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh how I enjoyed the topsy turvy of my life being 21! Nak jadi 21 lagi boleh tak? ngeee (clear signs of immaturity &amp;amp; mental cacat-ness)&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/5379568135299856951-6641230458605519296?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/6641230458605519296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=6641230458605519296&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/6641230458605519296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/6641230458605519296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-despise-turning-22.html' title='I Despise Turning 22'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6dj7CA2heI/AAAAAAAABAY/V1uuOfk87cc/s72-c/final+sem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-8142509241567920078</id><published>2010-03-21T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T02:06:45.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sejak Dia Ada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dulu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6UH-N6QV7I/AAAAAAAAA-4/HH50UH9uwUk/s1600-h/P1060838.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450771689469138866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6UH-N6QV7I/AAAAAAAAA-4/HH50UH9uwUk/s400/P1060838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kau lah teman setia ku, setiap malam. Setiap malam. Walaupun aku penat balik dari office bersesak mencium ketiak orang dalam LRT, aku pasti belai kau malam malam. Kau kan dendangkan aku lagu2 sambil aku iron atau lipat baju, mahupun mekap2 before tido. Berserta teman setia mu, Celcom Broadband, aku akan online chatting dan ber facebook ber jam2. Kalau weekend takyah cakap la. Memang kita bagaikan on honeymoon. Mau tak keluar bilik aku bermesra dengan kau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dulu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450771403907036946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6UHtmG8dxI/AAAAAAAAA-g/leTrOXJUmeQ/s400/P1060845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kau umpama nyawa ku bila keluar dari rumah. Sehari tanpa mu bagai tak lengkap hidupku. Kau sentiasa depan mata ku. Tak akan aku lepaskan kau dari pandanganku. Kau masih putih suci dan sexy si hati ku walaupun dah terjatuh terhempas pelbagai kali dan bercalar balar. Maafkan aku oh E66. Hayatmu baru setahun jagung. Namun aerial untuk GPS mu sudah tercabut dan kos untuk membaiki seketul itu mencecah RM250 *carut*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maafkan aku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku telah memilih dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6UHurxOkaI/AAAAAAAAA-w/7ReakZVeJqs/s1600-h/P1060844.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450771422606430626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6UHurxOkaI/AAAAAAAAA-w/7ReakZVeJqs/s400/P1060844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dia... Teman Mesra terbaru ku. Blackberry Bold 2 (9700). Ya. Dia lah kekasih baru ku. We're inseperable now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ockay enough with the crap la kaan. So. Sejak I got my BB. Memang my laptop &amp;amp; other hp tu dah jadi anak tiri la. Since I got &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; I used to use my laptop for (instant messanging, facebook-ing, websurfing yadayadayadayawn) in my BB, I practically used my laptop only on weekends! Shiaan laptop I. E66 takyah cakap la. Tak cukup ngan tercampak sana sini, I tot I would stil keep it for sake of Garmin GPS. But crap, aerial dia tercabut dah pulak because cemana tah aritu I terjatuhkan, and since then dah jadi mcm alat music, boleh buat music salsa ngan my hp dah - ada something loose in it la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So. Itu je nak menceceh. Saya ada anak tiri 2 ketul. &amp;amp; my BB is my new anak emas. Sekian.&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/5379568135299856951-8142509241567920078?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8142509241567920078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=8142509241567920078&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8142509241567920078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8142509241567920078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/03/sejak-dia-ada.html' title='Sejak Dia Ada...'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6UH-N6QV7I/AAAAAAAAA-4/HH50UH9uwUk/s72-c/P1060838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-4936959963269275183</id><published>2010-03-21T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:43:04.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zee Avi Live in KL wheee~~`</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I went to little Ms Zee Avi's concert just now. It was made live in Life Centre, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Upon arrival in front of Life Centre, we were stunned by the queue! Berlingkar okee depan tu. Dangg. Never knew Zee Avi was quite a hit jugak. Ingatkan kitorg je yang sawan kan dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450762204430491746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6T_WHY0YGI/AAAAAAAAA9w/FW3IXlGzpPc/s400/P1060837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you would rather call it a &lt;strong&gt;gig&lt;/strong&gt; rather than concert. A decent gig I would say. Kalau lagu jazz/blues by Zee Avi orang nak loncat2 tak berbaju tu memang aku tak paham la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450762222202357346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6T_XJl9hmI/AAAAAAAAA94/QK1rYsb82U4/s400/P1060815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres our adorable, international-local singer. Cool gila. Sempoii je die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450762254091985010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6T_ZAZCoHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/9iMxO5FvIig/s400/P1060823.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;With total slumber-ness sambil minum air dari mineral bottle, she lazily said "KL make some noise for me~" &amp;amp; the crowd goes "WoOoOoOoOoOoOoo~~!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450762249217817682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6T_YuO8vFI/AAAAAAAAA-I/k-rvWGiHFSo/s400/P1060821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dato' Tony Fernandes duduk atas sana. Upper deck. Tiket RM55 sila jengket2 kaki je kat lower deck ye.&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450762238482112274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6T_YGPW3xI/AAAAAAAAA-A/BEczI_Xxm-c/s400/P1060816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sang about.. what, 10 songs je kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450762518587692866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6T_oZtu10I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/wxSndXZI5Ss/s400/P1060828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her solo performance. She actually said her closing speech &amp;amp; left the stage already, until the crowd starts roaring "we want more" and "one more song". She came back to the stage &amp;amp; sang Monte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to share my personal faves from her album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First of the Gang To Die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poppy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just You and Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darlin' It Ain't Easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Way to go Zee Avi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/5379568135299856951-4936959963269275183?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/4936959963269275183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=4936959963269275183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4936959963269275183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4936959963269275183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/03/zee-avi-live-in-kl-wheee.html' title='Zee Avi Live in KL wheee~~`'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S6T_WHY0YGI/AAAAAAAAA9w/FW3IXlGzpPc/s72-c/P1060837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-4450644019908592436</id><published>2010-03-07T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:00:54.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pedagangs @ Mount Kinabalu : post-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sari berita lambat seminggu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekumpulan 16 longgok orang dari Kuala Lumpur telah ke negeri Sabah Di Bawah Bayu untuk mencuba nasib mereka memanjat gunung tertinggi di Asia Tenggara ini, iaitu Gunung Kinabalu *tepuk tepuk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tapi before that meh la I cite our situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khamis 25/2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before kerja la as usual. Balik ofc packing2, kul 12++ jugak tido. kul 4 bangun dah, need to be in KLIA by 6 camtu since our flight is at 7.30am. Huargh... oke tido 4 jam je. Pastu dalam plane bukan boleh tido sangat pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. A funny thing happened. I dah la ngan muka sememeh, pakai tshirt souvenir dr London yg murah tu, with track bottom &amp;amp; kasut sukan nye naik flight tu kan. Tiba tiba, just before landing, a stewardess came with a neatly folded tissue paper &amp;amp; senyap2 passed to me saying "miss, my colleague bagi :)" - I was like, bile mase I mintak tissue toilet pulak nieh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445906356328855442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S5O--jkF95I/AAAAAAAAA9o/nVsxej3qlk4/s400/P1060622.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Iyea.. Oke.. I can be attractive eventho in total selekeh-ness la jugak kaaan? LOL. Good try Mr Steward. Walaupun gaji anda memang menarik, tapi you presented urself on a tissue! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways. Sampai2 je KK. We terus shoot to Kundasang. Had lunch - roti! epal! mineral water! pergh... and started our walk up at about 3pm - which is extremely late to start-climb kot. Usually ppl start climb at 8-10am. So that can get enough rest dkat Laban Rata tu. Memang gamble lah kami. Dengan hujang bagai nye lagi kan. Initially I bertekad nak pikul backpack I all the way up myself. Most of the girls dah bagi porter awal. Bajet tough la kan. But I gave up on the 4th kilometre. Baju &amp;amp; beg dah lembab2 kene hujan - total selekehness &amp;amp; kerimasan la. So on the 4th km, I called the porter dah utk tlg angkat ngee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted? Yes. Hungry? Yes. Rasa nak muntak asyik makan energy bar. Bekalan air pun dah habis, terpaksa minum air tak berawat dr tangki. Another 2km to go. Time ni dah mula dugaan mental. Rasa memaki hamun diri ape sawan gi panjat gunung ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1km to go. The air is getting thinner. Guy friends yg smokers memang kaput gile, the girls gelak2 je tengok drg tersemput2 - nak pitam lah, nak muntah la. Tapi tak tipu a few times rasa OMG.. Nak give up dah. I just cant do it dah. Time ni memang dah malam buta tak nampak apa, memang jalan berbekal kan head torch je. Oh Tuhan je tahu bertapa siksa nye rasa time ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6km of walking up &amp;amp; we're in Laban Rata. at almost 11pm! 8 *ucking hours by God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by 12 midnight baru tido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday 26/2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2am dah kene bangun! ugh... &amp;amp; kitorg tak turun ke bawah (which took about another 200-300m je kot, tapi the path is hilly, so mmg berkira gila nak turun utk bfast, n naik balik) so we ate energy bars je. 2km je pooon nak naik g puncak tuu kaaaan. We were the last team to gerak ke puncak, about 3.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali nya. 2km ni la cabaran. pergh.. I tot I could never make it lah. Gelap bagai, &amp;amp; you only see other ppl's head torch bergerak dr hujung gunung sana. pergh.. tinggi gila... &amp;amp; after about 500m walk, kena start pakai tali dah - kalo tak, jatuh guling2 masuk gaung lah kau. Took us about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendek cer. I reached the peak. 8th km tu. But I didn't went to Low's Peak - which was another 300m je kot. I swear if I forced myself lagi, betis i dah hilang kot lepas tuh. Sure dah tak boleh turun dah. So I waited dkat puncak tu sambil tunggu the others naik to Low's Peak kan. Ambik scene pics. &amp;amp; tido. Ha ah I slept on the puncak Gunung Kinabalu. Siapa pernah buat wey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time turun balik Laban Rata from puncak tu lagi dugaan wey. mcm buat abseiling i tell u! pergh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 11am sampai la Laban Rata tu balik. Mandi2, pack2 stuff, makan sikit. &amp;amp; ready to go down dah. which took us 4 hours of lenggang kangkung (bcos beg semua dah campak ke porter) to reach the Timpohon's Gate. dah petang daah.. tapi had to wait for others, so by night jugak baru gerak balik KK.. PENAT GILA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday 27/2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingatkan most tak nak pergi dah pulau. But tup2 semua pergi jugak, excluding two bosses la, yg rent a car &amp;amp; went jalan2 sndri. Mmg best gila. Never knew pulak I macam ada sawan with corals. boleh berenang sorg2 without life jacket etc ke tengah2 laut tu. Nasib tak cramp kaki walaupun semua jalan macam ketam, especially bila jumpa tangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik dari pulau, shopping2 kat Phipliphine market. &amp;amp; later BBQ at my hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday 28/2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaya Street in the morning. &amp;amp; flight back to KL by 12.30noon. &lt;strong&gt;THE END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke nampak sangat report pemalas. Malas nak pilih2 gambar. Korg tengok je la dari sini yek : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=148371&amp;amp;id=550683194&amp;amp;l=57509b2416"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=148371&amp;amp;id=550683194&amp;amp;l=57509b2416&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: jgn gatal2 nak add kalo kite tak kenal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-4450644019908592436?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/4450644019908592436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=4450644019908592436&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4450644019908592436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4450644019908592436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/03/pedagangs-mount-kinabalu-post-2.html' title='The Pedagangs @ Mount Kinabalu : post-2'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S5O--jkF95I/AAAAAAAAA9o/nVsxej3qlk4/s72-c/P1060622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-3767003126258194347</id><published>2010-03-01T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:10:21.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pedagangs @ Mount Kinabalu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nanti I menceceh panjang2 eh. Meanwhile, here are some teaser pics for u to envy ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S4vAhaAkemI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/YfkYGX9rqLI/s1600-h/P1060284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443656254757304930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S4vAhaAkemI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/YfkYGX9rqLI/s400/P1060284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S4vAhKE5vKI/AAAAAAAAA9I/eVLQ9Lmgnq4/s1600-h/P1060287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443656250480508066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S4vAhKE5vKI/AAAAAAAAA9I/eVLQ9Lmgnq4/s400/P1060287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443656241119923906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S4vAgnNKjsI/AAAAAAAAA9A/TEpQXZI12_c/s400/P1060360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443656235720233282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S4vAgTFx0UI/AAAAAAAAA84/tKSPTqa3wLM/s400/P1060252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S4vAf1IGbpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/M7Rvl4kxvIU/s1600-h/P1060249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443656227676909202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S4vAf1IGbpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/M7Rvl4kxvIU/s400/P1060249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;note: pics are copyrighted! nnt i add watermark. jgn curik! marah ni!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-3767003126258194347?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3767003126258194347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=3767003126258194347&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/3767003126258194347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/3767003126258194347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/03/pedagangs-mount-kinabalu.html' title='The Pedagangs @ Mount Kinabalu'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S4vAhaAkemI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/YfkYGX9rqLI/s72-c/P1060284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-1087104059341230533</id><published>2010-02-23T23:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:41:58.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mount Kinabalu, here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the title says it - I, Nurulizza A.R., pemegang kad perpustakaan negeri Sabah bernombor GMK987654321, warga Sabah sejak lahir tapi ayah asal Kelantan, dengan ini mengumumkan, dengan bangga riak kembang hidung nya, bahawasanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saya akan mendaki Gunung Kinabalu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally! heee. Asyik org cakap "ape nieh orang sabah tak pernah naik gunung Kinabalu!" ngaaa.. So. Iyea. Finally! heee~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441459977606027842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S4PzBQC2WkI/AAAAAAAAA8o/fXsbTPXdezs/s400/bajet+di+gng+kinabalu.png" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hui tah gambar sape suke hati aku copy &amp;amp; edit heee maaf2! gurau2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; its gonna be this weekend! this Thursday to be exact! ngaa... chuak wey! Urm. Tentatively, this is kinda like our itinery la:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thurs. Upon arrival in KK at about 10am, terus shoot g Kundasang. Lunch. Terus start mendaki thru Timpohon gate, ikut route yg tangga tu aje ye. Expected about 5 6 7 hours walk up jugak, to Laban Rata. so confirm malam la sampai. then tido jap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friday. 2 or 3am kene bangun &amp;amp; start daki lagi dah. 5 or 6am sampai la puncak kot. Tengok sunset hee.. pastu turun lah terus ke bawah balik.. &amp;amp; shoot ke KK balik.. flat... kalo ade yg hebat boleh la g shopping2 ke mane2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saturday. Pulau day! Amek speed boat to Pulau Manukan &amp;amp; Mamutik kot. Snorkeling etc. Petang balik la. Shopping2 kat philiphine market ke. &amp;amp; later at night, seafood bbq at my house! jempot jempot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunday. Early morning jalan2 kat Gaya Street (tamu ahad). By 10am dah nak kene gerak g airport kot ngee... &amp;amp; back to KL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hope everything goes well la kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ish me Luck peeps! Sangat mahu sampai ke puncak!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-1087104059341230533?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1087104059341230533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=1087104059341230533&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1087104059341230533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1087104059341230533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/02/mount-kinabalu-here-i-come.html' title='Mount Kinabalu, here I come!'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S4PzBQC2WkI/AAAAAAAAA8o/fXsbTPXdezs/s72-c/bajet+di+gng+kinabalu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-4699169266269277779</id><published>2010-02-22T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:42:26.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Fireworks Competition in KL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sape punye kerja main bunga api semalam? Sejak tengah malam &amp;amp; berlarutan ber jam jam. Ade orang kate Chap Goh Mei. Yerke? Lagi cambest colleague I kata derang saje nak habiskan stock mercun CNY. I pun tak tau. I bukan racist oke. I celebrate CNY kot. But last night was just.. a bit too much koot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tutup laptop &amp;amp; I switched off the lights at about 12 midnight last night. Bila I off laptop &amp;amp; the music stops baru I kinda noticed the fireworks berdentam dentum outside la. Lantak la. I konfiden &amp;amp; tetap pendirian nak jugak tido. bo layan. But it seems the fireworks makin galak pulak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Macam competition. Tapi fireworks cikai2 je la. Bukan la yg gerand (read english word &lt;em&gt;grand&lt;/em&gt;) gempak bapak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I grabbed my glasses &amp;amp; bukak tingkap tengok. Wa.. it was like the whole KL. No. Whole stretch from Gombak ni to entah-mana-geografi-fail-sket. Was lightened up with fireworks! Cantik tu cantik. But the booming sound was annoying la. Dah la duduk apartment murah tak sound proof kan. Sabar je la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it lasted for hours! Boleh tak? Agak mencarut carut jugak la. Tapi carut carut pun ambil camera jugak kan hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S4KTI-o8qjI/AAAAAAAAA8g/e3Vo7SS-iVE/s1600-h/KL+api.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441073082279963186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S4KTI-o8qjI/AAAAAAAAA8g/e3Vo7SS-iVE/s400/KL+api.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; sape punye kerje ni? mengakuuuuk!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh bila eja 'mengaku' with the 'k' utk meng&lt;em&gt;emphasize&lt;/em&gt; the emosi, tiba2 cam teringat bos I yg selalu maki org "mangkuk!" kt ofc haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-4699169266269277779?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/4699169266269277779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=4699169266269277779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4699169266269277779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4699169266269277779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/02/mini-fireworks-competition-in-kl.html' title='Mini Fireworks Competition in KL.'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S4KTI-o8qjI/AAAAAAAAA8g/e3Vo7SS-iVE/s72-c/KL+api.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-7147863794598939728</id><published>2010-02-16T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:47:39.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There! Ignored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You see. I don't really understand why. Some people are so bothered to somewhat like 'collect' friends in their Facebook and/or Friendster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You got lotsa friends = You're popular\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;wth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When I had a Friendster profile once upon a time ago, I wasn't choosy of who I add la. Ade je friend request accept aje. To the extent it reached 1000 &amp;amp; you can no longer add new friends. Sengal, terpaksa create profile baru. Now I find Friendster to be too fancy mancy menyakitkan mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then I found Facebook. Looks decent. Until they came up with a bit TOO MUCH of the stupid gifts &amp;amp; questionnaires. Fine. Maybe I'm not much of a sport, fine. I'm not bothered by whos playing it anyway. Eh jap. Ape I membebel pasal ni pulak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wanted to rant about the &lt;em&gt;some people&lt;/em&gt; who simply like to collect friends. Ade yg when I checked the person's profile when he requested friend request, 300+ friends &amp;amp; semua aweks je! From the seksi meksi to bertudung jangok2 punya (berdasarkn profile pic mereka la). Takde makne aku naik join collection gadis ko wey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Guess what. I can safely say that, &lt;strong&gt;my list of ignored friends is more than that I've accepted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2 hari I tak bukak Facebook &amp;amp; I got 10 friend requests. Which I ignored all due to tak kenal reasons. Tak faham. Kalau I letak gambar seksi yg bak buah dada nak terkeluar tu faham la jugak orang berebut nak add I kaaan. Punya lah suci lagi penyanyang profile pic I tuh pegang kucing. Tak tipu tak faham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S3quxk8VMSI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/fNESOA74bBo/s1600-h/there.+ignored!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 439px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438851666756841762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S3quxk8VMSI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/fNESOA74bBo/s400/there.+ignored!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; click image to enlarge. kalau nak tgk la. haha. content edited for tutup aib org purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But. Not all who tried to add had such intentions la. I know some are my juniors/seniors from previous schools/univ. Some are my blog 'fans' (duh!) But.. I'm just very particular with whom I add in my Facebook. Its very personal to me, &amp;amp; only the people I personally know/spoken with je I usually add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So please. Please. Jangan ambil hati if I have not accepted you in Facebook. Its a personal thingy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh btw. Disebabkan bawak laptop balik kampung &amp;amp; cousin2 kecik macam jadikan bilik cousin I sorg ni mcm cyber cafe - 2 3 bijik laptop skali derang gomol2. Laptop I tibe2 crash ke naik sawan ke whatsoever la. Terus tak boleh startup. Beengong. My cousin helped to reformat my laptop, &amp;amp; installed it with Windows 7 - &amp;amp; I am loving it baby! Thnk u Pae'! Tgk la screenshot kat atas tu heee cool gila~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/5379568135299856951-7147863794598939728?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/7147863794598939728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=7147863794598939728&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/7147863794598939728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/7147863794598939728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-ignored.html' title='There! Ignored!'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S3quxk8VMSI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/fNESOA74bBo/s72-c/there.+ignored!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-2670418574805626689</id><published>2010-02-14T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:01:42.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Since I've been out of my blog for quite some time - busy lah sangat konon - here's some quick updates la:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm in Kelantan now. Until Tuesday. Cuti Chinese New Year 4 hari kan (yaaay!) Feeling sad cuz not going back Sabah to celebrate with family, but since our Ah-Ma is on vacation to Japan, takperlah. Mesti tak happening kalau grandma takde time CNY ngee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I just recovered from the nasty coughing &amp;amp; flu I had since.. a  month ago? Ughh... X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm going on Mount Kinabalu expedition end of this month! On the 25th to be exact. It'll be a 2d 1n climbing, so it'll be the very the super power punya expedition lah. Dah la arrive KK &amp;amp; climb on the same day pergh. So I've been jogging &amp;amp; going to gym (ceh baru sekali p gym) since last week la, konon nak jaga stamina. Tapi balik Kltan ni sure bukan sahaja tak dapat bersenam, malah musnah diet! Duit pun banyak nak habis kat shopping climbing gears ni ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm so happy in the office sejak last week sebab banyak sangat limau mandarin free. Berkotak2. My theme song for this event is So Happy I Could Die - Lady Gaga. Terlalu gembira sampai sawan sebab makan banyak sgt limau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kucing Daniel ituh sudah selamat di dagang kan kepada Majin. Tahniah pembeli bertuah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last weekend my parents came by KL. &amp;amp; my mum mintak di bawak shopping kat Tesco. Kelakar tak? Ye Ma I know KK takde Tesco, but why datang KL jauh2 &amp;amp; pegi Supermarket? oh Mama ku.. Pastu borong perabot kat Ikea. Sanggup tuh hangkut balik KK naik flight segala besi2 kayu2 tuh! hahaha adoiya.. Layan je la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Saya sudah mengantuk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year! Gong Xi Fa Chai! ngaaauuummm~~ (tiger2!)&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/5379568135299856951-2670418574805626689?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/2670418574805626689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=2670418574805626689&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2670418574805626689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2670418574805626689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/02/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-7461227172719640297</id><published>2010-02-13T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:12:34.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I love my alone time&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate moments when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to ponder&lt;br /&gt;Free to dream&lt;br /&gt;Free to think of many things&lt;br /&gt;The things I've pushed aside&lt;br /&gt;Things I've oh-okay-ed at&lt;br /&gt;When I'm actually not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think that's how I've been happy&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe put on a happy face at least&lt;br /&gt;It works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I have some alone time&lt;br /&gt;All those things came back to me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this time I'ma ponder over it&lt;br /&gt;With my own sweet time&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to actually ask my heart&lt;br /&gt;My heart which has always been tolerating&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling actually, my heart?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm yet to receive an answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm plainly clueless of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sat, 4.25pm - otw back Kelantan.&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/5379568135299856951-7461227172719640297?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/7461227172719640297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=7461227172719640297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/7461227172719640297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/7461227172719640297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/02/clueless-me.html' title='Clueless me.'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-1160152367712147263</id><published>2010-01-19T17:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:06:33.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me. Flu. Sro0ot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its my first time on MC eversince I started working. Bukan skema tak pernah buat2 sakit untuk cuti selama 4 bulan lepas - I was, after all, been a kaki ponteng sejak lah zaman kanak2 ribena. Tapi now dah kerja ni kena lah be more responsible kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm having a terrible flu since yesterday. All of a sudden je. I was sneezing non-stop in the office. &amp;amp; my throat is killing me. Even during departmental meeting, I was busy with tissues. Siap kena usik "Izza cover sedih sebab ..... " erm. Ade lah tu. True I'm having heavy feelings, but oh well, life has to go on. Nothing lasts.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking. How did I fall this sick? Its been quite some time since I last got this silly flu &amp;amp; fever thingy. I remembered I had always been a sick child eversince I was young. Sangat senang jatuh sakit. But I distinctly remembered, somewhere in 2008 I think. I got myself the regular medical checkup in Sabah. I flew back Tronoh before getting my results. The doctor called me saying my immune system level is very low, &amp;amp; that I need to get a jab a.s.a.p. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. Assume our antibody's full count is 100. Mine was at 21. No wonder laa senang sakit. So I got myself a Hepatitis B Booster jab at UTP's clinic. &amp;amp; I think I've been in a good health ever since. Jarang gile sakit la. Bukan nak berlagak oke. Takde makne nak berlagak bende nih.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the immunity booster thingy is wearing off.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did get myself an Influenza Type A jab about a month ago, in preparation for the overseas winter vacation kan. Cam takde beza jek. I'm with flu now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kept thinking, what made me fell sick. Then I came with these possibilities:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was playing with Daniel the kitten too much over the weekend. Sleeping together too. But I've always been sleeping with cats dari kecik. Tak mungkin I have allergies to cats?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S1WBH-vTQVI/AAAAAAAAA8E/UYKZ5JpVulc/s1600-h/ee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S1WBH-vTQVI/AAAAAAAAA8E/UYKZ5JpVulc/s400/ee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428386899965460818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went for site survey-ing with a colleague this recent Sunday. Whole day, since early morning. Tak biasa kena panas kot. Yer la, masuk keluar office je kan hari2. Mana pernah berjemur. Tapi ade ke jadik flu sebab kena panas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was on spring-cleaning mode last Saturday. Since its so rare that I got to spend time at home during weekends. &amp;amp; I kesian tengok Daniel yang baru sampai my house, so excited exploring every corner &amp;amp; lobang, macam dah jadi penyapu - bulu die dah sapu semua sawang2. Guess habuk2 kena I, thats why I sakit kot. But I was fine on Sunday?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; I still couldn't figure out why...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S1WBV8zNWMI/AAAAAAAAA8M/Mymwis0Ljnk/s1600-h/19012010940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S1WBV8zNWMI/AAAAAAAAA8M/Mymwis0Ljnk/s400/19012010940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428387139963148482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Its the worst gargle/mouth wash ever! Iodine-colored. Smells bad. &amp;amp; tastes really bad! Ugh! But I had to take it in - my throat's a hell (T_T)&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/5379568135299856951-1160152367712147263?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1160152367712147263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=1160152367712147263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1160152367712147263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1160152367712147263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-flu-sro0ot.html' title='Me. Flu. Sro0ot!'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S1WBH-vTQVI/AAAAAAAAA8E/UYKZ5JpVulc/s72-c/ee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-8895829622822417773</id><published>2010-01-10T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:27:49.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laporan Exclusive konon (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Post ini bertajuk Laporan Exclusive konon (2) sebab dulu dah pernah buat laporan exclusive jugak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" href="http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2009/07/laporan-exclusive-konon.html"&gt;Laporan Exclusive konon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;p/s: sebenarnye nak tulis exclusive tu dlm BM, tapi x reti eja. eksklusif? esklusif? eksukusit? ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Semalam kaan. Time I nak keluar dari my apartment, nak drive gi KLIA la ni, pick up my parents. As I got to the exit gate, ade la seketul kereta Waja kat depan I ni. Apehal lak kereta nieh, jalan la. I saw the driver - a foreigner la, Somalian kot, duk tengok kiri-kanan, as if undecided nak p mana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tiba-tiba.. kereta itu macam suddenly decided nak ke kanan, &amp;amp; dengan laju nye pulak tuh. As if ter over pijak pedal kot. &amp;amp; kabo0o00om!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S0nWd9VtwSI/AAAAAAAAA7s/G9VJhmgU6kQ/s1600-h/09012010929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S0nWd9VtwSI/AAAAAAAAA7s/G9VJhmgU6kQ/s400/09012010929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425103036314665250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kereta tuh langgar tiang ambik tiket tu! (not the palang yg clearly visible in this pic tau). Can u just imagine how fast the car went? In a blink of an eye tau! Tiang tiket tuh dah kat bawah kereta, &amp;amp; the front side of the car remuk gila - macam kertas! Oh kereta Malaysia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; the car couldn't reverse, tayar depan dah terangkat. Then I pun tak tau dah apa jadi la. I drove out. Puas hati sempat ambik gambar walaupun guna hp aje hehe. Aku mamarazzi berjaya hoyeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Later today as I got home, baru I saw the aftermath tempat kejadian. Took a pic from the same angle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S0nWdTAmHDI/AAAAAAAAA7k/mSr9rHUdsH4/s1600-h/10012010930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S0nWdTAmHDI/AAAAAAAAA7k/mSr9rHUdsH4/s400/10012010930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425103024951794738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I guess the guard bodo2 tegakkan balik the tiang tiket je kot. Its not functioning anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But wey, the kereta langgar till the whole tiang kat bawah kereta tau! Take a look at the pic again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S0napvzjyrI/AAAAAAAAA70/DOPuOjmPjrE/s1600-h/09012010929e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S0napvzjyrI/AAAAAAAAA70/DOPuOjmPjrE/s400/09012010929e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425107636886686386" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gee. Imagine the damage. I mampu terbeliak je kejap sambil OMG OMG &amp;amp; tangan pantas korek handbag for phone, activate camera - snap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;xoxo&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/5379568135299856951-8895829622822417773?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8895829622822417773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=8895829622822417773&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8895829622822417773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8895829622822417773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/01/laporan-exclusive-konon-2.html' title='Laporan Exclusive konon (2)'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/S0nWd9VtwSI/AAAAAAAAA7s/G9VJhmgU6kQ/s72-c/09012010929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-5055119683748690608</id><published>2010-01-01T22:37:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:57:07.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Winter Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heey, So this is my day-to-day compilation of my family's 11-days winter vacation. I had to write each day's journey everynight, or else I'll forgot. Its a long post. But I guess the pictures would do more talking. Enjoy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - Monday, 21/12/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;KL - Dubai - Zurich - Lucerne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically, day 1 is all about Getting-There. My body's biological clock has malfunctioned due to jumping over countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our tour began on Monday, 2am - flight KL to Zurich, transit Dubai, via Emirates Boeing 777. KL-Dubai took about 7 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I slept most of the hours (I think) since it was dark. But was awake most of the time during the Dubai-Zurich flight, which took about 8 hours journey. Transit in Dubai International Airport was for about 3 hours. During flight, all I remembered was tido, makan, tido &amp;amp; makan. &amp;amp; oh, watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4fFLDil9I/AAAAAAAAA7c/o5IGrzZ90Jw/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4fFLDil9I/AAAAAAAAA7c/o5IGrzZ90Jw/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421805175128102866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chillin' di Dubai Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to say. Emirate's inhouse entertainment IS among the best of the international flights. Foods are ow-kay too. My brothers &amp;amp; I bought several books &amp;amp; magazines in KLIA, bajet sure boring gila. Instead. We spent most of the time watching movie pulak! I myself, watched 4 movies altogether! &amp;amp; I was so happy because I got to watch those movies I badly wanted to watch in cinema but oh well, ade je aral melintang. Anyways. I watched (1) The Ugly Truth, (2) The Proposal, (3) Up, and (4) The Sister's Keeper. Seronok3~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4fE0EzIvI/AAAAAAAAA7U/k9_ACAG2iHE/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4fE0EzIvI/AAAAAAAAA7U/k9_ACAG2iHE/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421805168959365874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ni la bende alah yg buat ku x tido dlm flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Upon arrival in Zurich, we were greeted by our tour guide, Mr Henry. He took the 5 of us in a Volkswagon MPV?, round2 the Zurich city, before hitting the highways to Lucerne, which was about 45mins drive. Along the journey, we were complimented with BEAUTIFUL mountainic scenery, prettily capped with white snow. But weather wasn't a pleasure for my camera. The sky was very clowdy &amp;amp; my Lexie can't overcome the think clouds covering the mountains :( hoping for a bright, sunny shine day tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4fEeVLeHI/AAAAAAAAA7M/zyneR3mryVw/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4fEeVLeHI/AAAAAAAAA7M/zyneR3mryVw/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421805163122489458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;some twin towers church (behind). a landmark of Zurich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4fELi7kNI/AAAAAAAAA7E/2o4YNHkGHsk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4fELi7kNI/AAAAAAAAA7E/2o4YNHkGHsk/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421805158079893714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Statue with Two Birds *koffs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4eaPnVAzI/AAAAAAAAA68/0oDuj6IyH4g/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4eaPnVAzI/AAAAAAAAA68/0oDuj6IyH4g/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421804437617574706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;frozen fountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4eZ3kcZ_I/AAAAAAAAA60/0UUxk4X4svI/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4eZ3kcZ_I/AAAAAAAAA60/0UUxk4X4svI/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421804431163025394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hittin' the roads..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4eZgKIMoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/xZTY2ZLbm7Q/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4eZgKIMoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/xZTY2ZLbm7Q/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421804424878633602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kebap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Day 2 - Tuesday, 22/12/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Lucerne (Luzern)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had our breakfast in the hotel we're accomodating - Hotel Flora, Seidenhofstarasse. Had to be careful with the foods offered as meat would not be properly slaugthered. But there were smoked almons! Lots of em! I was OMG so happy! makan banyak gile. Siap buat sandwich tapau because later at noon we know sure susah nak cari halal restaurant. We also brought along tuna mayo in can, &amp;amp; Campbell instant soup. Agak mewah la actually whee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4eZehX1jI/AAAAAAAAA6k/8QwUXH81lG8/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4eZehX1jI/AAAAAAAAA6k/8QwUXH81lG8/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421804424439256626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had a little morning walk by the river in the town, &amp;amp; soon later headed to Englenburg, Mount Titlis. The view along the way was again, spectacular. Being on the mountain itself, was above words. The pictures should describe it all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4eY1FO0uI/AAAAAAAAA6c/YulQy8v03JA/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4eY1FO0uI/AAAAAAAAA6c/YulQy8v03JA/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421804413315371746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4dYj_a1LI/AAAAAAAAA6U/9uz0cASV3S4/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4dYj_a1LI/AAAAAAAAA6U/9uz0cASV3S4/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421803309215962290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4dYYAW_SI/AAAAAAAAA6M/_dSqGLA8yjc/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4dYYAW_SI/AAAAAAAAA6M/_dSqGLA8yjc/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421803305998679330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4dYMAM6II/AAAAAAAAA6E/_VMWwxvOQLc/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4dYMAM6II/AAAAAAAAA6E/_VMWwxvOQLc/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421803302776793218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;naik mama naik~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4dXtvBrvI/AAAAAAAAA58/o01LHLDNCGI/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4dXtvBrvI/AAAAAAAAA58/o01LHLDNCGI/s320/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421803294651690738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4dXdD5CzI/AAAAAAAAA50/QsV3t-g6b-I/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4dXdD5CzI/AAAAAAAAA50/QsV3t-g6b-I/s320/14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421803290175802162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;curam gile oke cable car nieh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was freaking cold by the way! Brrr~~`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Back to the town, we were brought to see one of Luzern's attraction, the Lion Monument. It wasn't very awe-ing actually. My brothers &amp;amp; I were like "err..apalah tu?" ehe. But we did found a souvenir shop yg agak chomel. But gosh, were the souvenirs expensive! &amp;amp; thats like already among the cheapest when we compared to other places. Keychains were all on averange 8.90 Swiss Franc (paling cikai la ni). Which is like.. RM29?! Fridge magnets were all above 10 Swiss Franc. By God.. &amp;amp; they don't have flea markets in Switzerland! So. Sorry friends, I just couldn't afford it :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4ccArE-EI/AAAAAAAAA5s/0-qNUTQ1nx4/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4ccArE-EI/AAAAAAAAA5s/0-qNUTQ1nx4/s320/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421802268943251522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then we had a free shopping period in the whatwasthenameiforgot town. Well, they say Swiss-made watches are the best. So. Mum bought herself a Longiness watch. While I.. got a Tissot! hee thank you Pa, Ma! Then borong shoes in a shoe shop. &amp;amp; Chocolates! Home-baked chocolates! Laderach - something like Godiva's of Belgium I guess. 100 grams = 9.90 Swiss Franc = RM33 +/-. Erm. I think Godiva up lagi. But the chocs weren't bad at all! Love its dark-choc truffles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4cb5N850I/AAAAAAAAA5k/m5WkTExXYs8/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4cb5N850I/AAAAAAAAA5k/m5WkTExXYs8/s320/16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421802266942039874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had dinner in a Turkmen kebap shop (again). A different shop from yesterday's, but still kebap. Oh well, thats the only halal meat we can get. But hey, the kebaps were very tasty! &amp;amp; in big portions too. 1 kebap costs about 8 Swiss Franc (about RM26). Kinda worthit. &amp;amp; they're very generous with the amount of beef/chicken in the kebap! Nyum! But as of yesterday &amp;amp; today, I have not managed to finish the whole of the kebap (-_-!) sangat sangat mengenyangkan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4cbvUuJDI/AAAAAAAAA5c/bMqyH41E9qs/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4cbvUuJDI/AAAAAAAAA5c/bMqyH41E9qs/s320/17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421802264286078002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tak larat makan kebap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shops in Luzern closes as early as 6.30pm (Swiss time). &amp;amp; starts business around 9am. So after dinner basically, theres nothing &amp;amp; nowhere else we can go. Its only 9pm now. Mum's asleep already. I'm bored, but theres nothing out there to see, &amp;amp; I don't have internet! ugh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But. As far as I've seen of Switzerland, they are nice, decent people. Very VERY disciplined, especially on the road. Swiss implements strict rules on road safety &amp;amp; cleanliness of its cities. J-walking (so they called), or pedestrians not crossing the road using the yellow zebra crossing, as well as littering, will be fined on the spot - the police patrols even accept credit cards! Just swipe! So theres no escape. But the drivers, mmg bagus la. No rebut2 potong2 jalan, no tunjuk middle finger or rude honking, &amp;amp; they WILL stop in whatever circumstances, when people are crossing on the zebra cross. Malaysia? Lama dah mati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Day 3 - Wednesday, 23/12/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Lucerne - Innsbruck - Salzburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a rainy morning *awww...*. This means bad day for outdoor photoshoot. But interestingly, its a totally different scenery from yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, everything was white-topped. Mountains all covered in snow. But because it rained, the snow melted &amp;amp; hey, suddenly you get to see patches of green on the mountains! Cool. But I had hard time trying to get a good shot. We were in the MPV most of the time, the windows were dirt, &amp;amp; clouds were low, so the mountains were pretty covered :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our tour guide, Henry, drove us all the way from Lucern to Vaduz for a brief stop of Liechtenstein (makan kebap lagi!). Drove along the Alps. Sangat2 cantik the scenery! There were lotsa tunnels along the way, due to its mountanious geo. One of em was Arlberg Tunnel, the 3rd longest tunnel in the world. 17km was it? I forgot. The longest is in Norway, 25km, and second is in Switzerland, but we didn't pass thru that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4cbFWi2UI/AAAAAAAAA5U/z9RaOBFIZeY/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4cbFWi2UI/AAAAAAAAA5U/z9RaOBFIZeY/s320/18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421802253019437378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4cawQ694I/AAAAAAAAA5M/gE-fdjq3Fpo/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4cawQ694I/AAAAAAAAA5M/gE-fdjq3Fpo/s320/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421802247358707586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4bsCxOeYI/AAAAAAAAA5E/p1dY4ohnYIw/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4bsCxOeYI/AAAAAAAAA5E/p1dY4ohnYIw/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421801444872190338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4brwKePmI/AAAAAAAAA48/S8Oju4GkTQY/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4brwKePmI/AAAAAAAAA48/S8Oju4GkTQY/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421801439877807714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh btw, I bought some (oke quite alot kot) souvenirs. Spent like RM1k jugak kot argh. Crazy Swiss shops. Still. Sori sori souvenirs tak cukup utk sume, duit tak cukup (T_T) Terima lah gambar2 je sebagai souvenirs, boleh ek boleh ek? ngee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Then singgah lagi the town Innsbruck, Austria. By that time dah about 5pm. Do a lil' shopping je la cuz kinda tired gak dah. Been travelling + shopping since morning. Then we hit the highways again  &amp;amp; straight to Salzburg. Staying in Mercure Hotel, Kapuzinerberg (sebut betol2~ hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4brR4m-bI/AAAAAAAAA40/g97q43YkBk0/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4brR4m-bI/AAAAAAAAA40/g97q43YkBk0/s320/22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421801431749818802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4brHL817I/AAAAAAAAA4s/K4W8NsAMhz8/s1600-h/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4brHL817I/AAAAAAAAA4s/K4W8NsAMhz8/s320/23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421801428878153650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;visited the Swarovski shop. cantik2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4bq8shO0I/AAAAAAAAA4k/WrYUQ7WjVSw/s1600-h/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4bq8shO0I/AAAAAAAAA4k/WrYUQ7WjVSw/s320/24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421801426061966146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4bEbtBe5I/AAAAAAAAA4c/rLlpItT5NiY/s1600-h/25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4bEbtBe5I/AAAAAAAAA4c/rLlpItT5NiY/s320/25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421800764370680722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4bEAZ5XqI/AAAAAAAAA4U/umsTemTlAjg/s1600-h/26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4bEAZ5XqI/AAAAAAAAA4U/umsTemTlAjg/s320/26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421800757042699938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4bD4xyagI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ZHjVbZH4Rpo/s1600-h/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4bD4xyagI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ZHjVbZH4Rpo/s320/27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421800754995423746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Btw lagik. Henry brought us to an Indian restaurant for dinner, katanya dulu dia bawak Muslim tour pun makan sana gak. My dad went to meet the owner to make sure la. Okeh, tauke die bagi salam Assalamualaikum, &amp;amp; bila my dad tny are u a Muslim, die kata yes - tapi peliknya, kedai die penuh patung2 Tuhan India tu, &amp;amp; sangat bau colok yg India bakar utk sembahyang tu. Tauke tu siap tunjuk guest book die, ade org arab tulis bagi testimoni. But.. yerlah. Takkan Muslim tapi sembah patung2 tu kan? So.. kitorg balik check in hotel. masak air. tuang air panas. &amp;amp; makan Maggie in cup yaaaaaaay~! (dasar hantu megi kan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Day 4 - Thursday, 24/12/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Salzburg - Vienna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; We started our 4th day with a tour around the the Salzburg city. Its the home of Wolfgang Mozart as well as the classic movie, Sound of Music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4bDQBGY9I/AAAAAAAAA4E/HjpKI2bjf3g/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4bDQBGY9I/AAAAAAAAA4E/HjpKI2bjf3g/s320/29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421800744053793746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is Mozart's living house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4bDAxoBCI/AAAAAAAAA38/gTuzu89b-7I/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4bDAxoBCI/AAAAAAAAA38/gTuzu89b-7I/s320/30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421800739962356770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is Mozart's birth house, which is now turned into a museum. Quite cool inside - to0 bad can't snap pics dalam tuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Zwmd5xnI/AAAAAAAAA30/e-5VqtOETO4/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Zwmd5xnI/AAAAAAAAA30/e-5VqtOETO4/s320/32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421799324151039602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had lunch @ Nordsee! OMG excited gile jumpe something other than KEBAP! The logo looked like SushiKing kan? But its more like Fish&amp;amp;Co I would say. Selling all (fast) seafo0d. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     Journey overall took about 3-4 hours. Weather was pretty clowdy so there wasn't much to look at, so I slept most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     We were pretty amazed, to know that Vienna has quite a Muslim community. Just in front of our (again) Mercure Hotel, there's a mosque - but its not like our typical mosque, its a block building je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     Dinner was arranged. We had it in Lord of S. Pretty funny name for a restaurant aite? Its an Arabian restaurant. That night, our dinner for 6 (including the driver) costed RM1K++ omg.. Patut lah tour ni cam mahal nak mati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4ZwJC3rFI/AAAAAAAAA3k/nNU8IktQiic/s1600-h/35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4ZwJC3rFI/AAAAAAAAA3k/nNU8IktQiic/s320/35.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421799316253027410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Speaking about our driver, he's an Austrian. Queinster (at least thats how it sounds) is his name, &amp;amp; he's not just a plain bus driver. He's a construction engineer. Doctor in blasting! He has a PhD, specializes in ground construction. He was in Malaysia for a few years, in the early years of the construction of Petronas Twin Towers. He pilled the grounds! He's now 58 &amp;amp; single. &amp;amp; travelled to many parts of the world for construction work, including the building of Burj Al-Arab in Dubai. &amp;amp; they're planning on a tunnel 75km long, all the way along the Alps. When there's no project, he becomes part time lecturer in universities. Bus driving is just to kill time. Cool kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4ZvwWEWkI/AAAAAAAAA3c/PGt7aZ-WM0s/s1600-h/36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4ZvwWEWkI/AAAAAAAAA3c/PGt7aZ-WM0s/s320/36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421799309622663746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Day 5 - Friday, 25/12/09 - Christmas Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Vienna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its a frustrating day I would say. Or rather, wasted. Weather was cloudy in the morning, &amp;amp; was drizzling in the afternoon. Ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We visited the Belvederegarten, some empress's palace in the morning, with an Austrian guy guiding our tour. The palace was.. well. a palace. magnificent in its way. Has 1,400 rooms. The story behind the palace was interesting - especially when its own by the only female empress in the European history. Being the only daugther of an emperor with no son, Empress apatahlupe inherited the conquered kingdom. &amp;amp; the conquering doesn't stop there. She's one smart empress. She had what, 16? 17? child - most were married to prince/princess of other lands. So her area of kingdom prospered. Then came the era when music &amp;amp; art bloomed. Wolfgang Mozart was even in one of the oil paintings in the room. Too bad can't take pics in the palace. Gambar kat luar je la yeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4ZvZO4D9I/AAAAAAAAA3U/Q18iYOOGz9s/s1600-h/37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4ZvZO4D9I/AAAAAAAAA3U/Q18iYOOGz9s/s320/37.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421799303418482642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was drizzling after lunch. With very strong wind. Aww. No outdoor picture taking. Pusing2 dalam bas sampai dah tak tau nak pi mana. So we went back hotel at 3, &amp;amp; went out again at 4 - which is already dark! Winter kaaan. shorter daylight, longer nights. Btw. Tau tak. Buildings in Vienna are mostly aged more than 300++ years. Very very old buildings, but well maintained, &amp;amp; thats what makes Vienna unique! Lotsa beautiful, grand churches in the town. Sadly, many buildings &amp;amp; public parks were graffiti-ed by young rascals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4YUkCTqYI/AAAAAAAAA3M/VkdUUSBVHkE/s1600-h/38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4YUkCTqYI/AAAAAAAAA3M/VkdUUSBVHkE/s320/38.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421797742950459778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4YUSZnQhI/AAAAAAAAA3E/dR8N2-NJ8tM/s1600-h/39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4YUSZnQhI/AAAAAAAAA3E/dR8N2-NJ8tM/s320/39.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421797738216374802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4YUOzRV5I/AAAAAAAAA28/NMOnJdDxSQM/s1600-h/40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4YUOzRV5I/AAAAAAAAA28/NMOnJdDxSQM/s320/40.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421797737250248594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had kebab (AGAIN) for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4YT9M9mBI/AAAAAAAAA20/xReDrkh0mIo/s1600-h/41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4YT9M9mBI/AAAAAAAAA20/xReDrkh0mIo/s320/41.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421797732526168082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(paksa mata bukak &amp;amp; ikhlas kn senyum. ngntok2. kebap lg ugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aite2 gotta pack. We're off to London tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Day 6 - Saturday, 26/12/09 - Boxing Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vienna - London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How should I put today as? Challenging? Annoying? Exciting? Its a mixed bits of here &amp;amp; there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're off to Vienna's International Airport as early as 8am. About 30mins drive. Flight's at 11.05am. We're travelling with EasyJet - a local, low-cost airline carriage. Something like our AirAsia I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was annoying, when, as we arrived, the EasyJet counter isn't opened yet. Only about 9.15am then they opened 2 counters. &amp;amp; we we're the second group to check-in, until.. When he checked my brother's passport, he said something was amiss - the security validation tak lepas 1. 4/5 of our passports had the same problem. Funny. We didn't had this problem in the previous international flights pun (KL-Dubai-Zurich). Yang lagi sengal nye, he made such a fuss - mintak our IC, driving license, asked our previous travelling details, &amp;amp; siap call security from custom/immigration. &amp;amp; the people behind us are getting impatient &amp;amp; starts provoking our tour guide of the day, who happens to be a sweet young Austrian lady. She even argued with the impatient Austrian makciks. So. Iyea. You can guess its quite a choas there. Agak malu jugak la~~` Sengal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4YTr0_79I/AAAAAAAAA2s/3FM6e_miUQ8/s1600-h/42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4YTr0_79I/AAAAAAAAA2s/3FM6e_miUQ8/s320/42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421797727862255570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tuh tuh mamat sengal tuh eee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, upon arrival in London. Pun sedikit sengal because ada misscomm between the London's tour guide with our travel agent. So we were kinda lost for like 45mins in the Gatwick Airport. Ternganga jugak la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4XwsqRWxI/AAAAAAAAA2k/lSjmBB1kc2A/s1600-h/43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4XwsqRWxI/AAAAAAAAA2k/lSjmBB1kc2A/s320/43.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421797126790273810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;inih! di airport! omg~~ XD 2.5 Pounds each cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But. Our tour guide is a very nice Thai woman. Old, very experience, &amp;amp; unmarried. Gave a lot of useful info on London, &amp;amp; even joined us shopping! Forget the Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, Eye on London, or whatsoever fancy landmarks - its BOXING DAY baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4XvxEm42I/AAAAAAAAA2M/tOgMVmIrqWQ/s1600-h/46.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4XvxEm42I/AAAAAAAAA2M/tOgMVmIrqWQ/s320/46.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421797110794609506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Buckingham Palace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4XwMiSLnI/AAAAAAAAA2U/lu09Cy4el70/s1600-h/45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4XwMiSLnI/AAAAAAAAA2U/lu09Cy4el70/s320/45.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421797118166838898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Statue apetah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Xvjb3ioI/AAAAAAAAA2E/khjsUGE_fv8/s1600-h/47.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Xvjb3ioI/AAAAAAAAA2E/khjsUGE_fv8/s320/47.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421797107134073474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Big Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4WpXW5DZI/AAAAAAAAA18/9Z7xznwFvzE/s1600-h/48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4WpXW5DZI/AAAAAAAAA18/9Z7xznwFvzE/s320/48.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421795901301132690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eye on (ke of?) London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The sales. OMG. The sales I tell you. CRAZY! Oxford's Street was a sea of people with shopping bags. Most of the time we were in Selfridges &amp;amp; Co. Prada &amp;amp; Gucci was on sale up to 40%! People were queuing all over. Chloe was even worse, I don't know how much discount they gave, but as we arrived, the racks on the shop is all cleared! They're ready to close since everything was out of stock! Can you imagine that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4WpFWA9PI/AAAAAAAAA10/KuNoz7adZ1k/s1600-h/49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4WpFWA9PI/AAAAAAAAA10/KuNoz7adZ1k/s320/49.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421795896465618162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chloe dah abes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Wo3ru-rI/AAAAAAAAA1s/lkvPv565f04/s1600-h/50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Wo3ru-rI/AAAAAAAAA1s/lkvPv565f04/s320/50.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421795892798618290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the queue to just masuk the kedai was amazing! berlingkar2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I bought myself just a Clarks shoe for today. For 25 pounds only! thats like.. RM150? (Ben musti jeles haha!) Looking fwd to shop more tomorrow! heee~~`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh btw. We had lunch &amp;amp; dinner at Holiday Villa - our very own Malaysian hotel. But we're not staying there tho, we're staying at Novotel, Hammersmith. But ohhh the food~ how we missed normal Malaysian, halal food! melantak gila lah! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; note: gossip jap. ada mamat hensem gila, pelayan kat restaurant dier. ngaa cair~~`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Xwb0CB1I/AAAAAAAAA2c/iaPLvOMQAX0/s1600-h/44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Xwb0CB1I/AAAAAAAAA2c/iaPLvOMQAX0/s320/44.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421797122267809618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Day 7 - Sunday, 27/12/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Sundays, shops in London opens at 12 &amp;amp; closes at 6 - darn it! Less shopping time! But anyways. We were out by 11, &amp;amp; chose Westfield as our shopping spot today. In London, they don't have shopping complexes - at least this is what the tour guide told us. All shops are along streets. Westfield is the 1st shopping mall in London. quite big. Memang 6 hours tak cukup. Whats more its just the 2nd day of sale here. Memang sesak gila lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No pictures taken today. Shopping tak hengat dah. Januari aku makan pasir je la lunch time. Weekend boleh makan Meggi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4WoQlTqkI/AAAAAAAAA1k/HYJyLAWB82g/s1600-h/51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4WoQlTqkI/AAAAAAAAA1k/HYJyLAWB82g/s320/51.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421795882302679618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nikmat gila dpat mkn mee goreng mamak kt London!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Day 8 - Monday, 28/12/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;London - Dubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm in Heathrow Airport, London now. Our flight to Dubai is at 8pm local time, &amp;amp; flight duration is expected 6hrs++. Sampai2 Dubai terus sightseeing ugh.. basi sungguh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today. Agak successfull, I trust that I have CONQURED Oxford's Street. &amp;amp; the several more streets around Selfridges. Perfumes are DAMN cheap! Like. Seriously. I bought Britney Spears' Circus kot. I hate Britney but oh well, I kinda like the smell. 15pounds for 100ml! omfg? thats like RM87 je kooot. &amp;amp; I tolong Nyamouq beli his D&amp;amp;G 18. 25pounds = RM208. In Malaysia RM286 bak kata Nymq. So iyea, tahniah, anda telah jimat RM80. Another was Bvlgari Aqva 50ml set (got lotion + travel kit purse) 35pounds! Ugh.. memang naik sawan lah. Mau je borong banyak2 tapi fikirkan excess luggage erm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I say. London is a great place to shop! The sales assistants &amp;amp; cashiers &amp;amp; customer care are very helpful &amp;amp; professional - even at the busiest time of the year! Still smiling &amp;amp; never forget to greet. &amp;amp; the sales, takyah cakap la. 50% discount is really 50% off la. Bukan main markup harga &amp;amp; claim its discounted. Bo0 Malaysia's Mega Sale!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Btw. An Australian guy (hensem jugak!) in the souvenir shop asked if I'm from Australia, cause I said "no worries" - funny! I ade Australian accent wey! G'daay~ lol. He gave a special discount &amp;amp; a keychain hiks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All in all. I love shopping in London. I wished we spent more time here. There were loads to see &amp;amp; lots to shop. I highly recommend you shoppaholics out there to splurge yourself in London shopping, from Boxing day till the next 28 days. Its real bargain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aite2. I'm boarding now. Catch up later as we settled down in Dubai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4WoEeodLI/AAAAAAAAA1c/vZBDETZ0ZWM/s1600-h/52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4WoEeodLI/AAAAAAAAA1c/vZBDETZ0ZWM/s320/52.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421795879053456562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Day 9 - Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;, 29/12/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Dubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello0o Dubai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Felt cranky today. You see. Our flight last night was supposed to be at 8pm, but was delayed for an hour. Ugh. Dah la woke up quite early the day before, to go shopping kan. Then terus g airport pulak. Delay lagi. Flight 6 jam lagi. I pulak gatal tak tido, all the while tengok movie with the Emirates in-flight entertainment - watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs (suke suke! klaka gile), &amp;amp; Fame (cool la cite ni. modern musical. teen flick). Sampai2 terus tour Dubai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We visited erm.. Burj al-Arab - the 7-star hotel. Mall of Emirates. The Palm Jumeirah. The Dubai Mall. &amp;amp; few others yg susah nak sebut apatah lagi ingatl. Btw. The Palm tu kan. Cam cool gila. Its like one of the worlds wonders. Dubai sangat2 lah kaya oke. Erm. Well maybe once upon a time ago. They actually planned several more man-made islands like The Palm - dah timbun dah pasir2 tuh kt Arabian Sea tuh, but they're on crisis kan. Semua terbengkalai. &amp;amp; there were loads more tall towers to0, sangkut. Sakit leher raon2 Dubai city, semua bangunan tinggi2. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://dubaiforvisitors.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/dubai-map.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to view the map of Dubai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4V0QQeZRI/AAAAAAAAA1U/zkMmnIG2Ydk/s1600-h/54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4V0QQeZRI/AAAAAAAAA1U/zkMmnIG2Ydk/s320/54.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421794988862104850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Burj al-Arab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4V0Agyz6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/vx_2ccFMELg/s1600-h/55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4V0Agyz6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/vx_2ccFMELg/s320/55.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421794984635584418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bangunan2 kt Dubai yg tinggi bagai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Vzwo6kZI/AAAAAAAAA1E/a9MWuciXISY/s1600-h/56.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Vzwo6kZI/AAAAAAAAA1E/a9MWuciXISY/s320/56.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421794980374679954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dubai museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Vzg8h2II/AAAAAAAAA08/GHz5kVXO0Pc/s1600-h/57.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Vzg8h2II/AAAAAAAAA08/GHz5kVXO0Pc/s320/57.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421794976161978498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bace apetuww~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4VK1TYGOI/AAAAAAAAA0s/iU4IoLOMhIE/s1600-h/59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4VK1TYGOI/AAAAAAAAA0s/iU4IoLOMhIE/s320/59.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421794277251881186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;org dulu pakai jubah je berenang cari pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4VKnUEVlI/AAAAAAAAA0k/mQNtwhL9FgY/s1600-h/60.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4VKnUEVlI/AAAAAAAAA0k/mQNtwhL9FgY/s320/60.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421794273496684114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;otw to The Palm Jumeirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4VKdN3JSI/AAAAAAAAA0c/R6t6RA0_6VU/s1600-h/61.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4VKdN3JSI/AAAAAAAAA0c/R6t6RA0_6VU/s320/61.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421794270786299170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;somewhere in The Palm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4SvOtnwBI/AAAAAAAAAzU/_FcFBlDDZ_Y/s1600-h/70.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4SvOtnwBI/AAAAAAAAAzU/_FcFBlDDZ_Y/s320/70.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421791604013252626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh oh &amp;amp; here's the tallest building in the world! Tah da ade nama belum ek? But its official opening for public is on this 4th of January. 162 storeys (thats almost TWICE of KLCC!) Gila betul. Mcm mana lah lift deorang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4VKGkxhaI/AAAAAAAAA0U/BGCjW44rPTI/s1600-h/62.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4VKGkxhaI/AAAAAAAAA0U/BGCjW44rPTI/s320/62.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421794264708384162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Snow world in the Emirates Mall. gila lah besar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Later we had dinner at Al Bandar Restaurant. Arabian styled la. My brothers siap order shisha. I pun mencoba coba lah ihiks. Depan parents, takpe kan kan kan? Heee... tapi tak faham nikmat nya (-_-!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Su3ZEGJI/AAAAAAAAAzM/bQvy3HaVy0Q/s1600-h/71.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Su3ZEGJI/AAAAAAAAAzM/bQvy3HaVy0Q/s320/71.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421791597753014418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;macam naga pulak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways. Stuffs in Dubai are expensive la I would say. Lebih2 lagi we were from London yg tengah gila sale kan. But certain things memang jauh expensive la. I saw the Clark shoe yg I just bought in London for like RM150 je kn. Kat Mall of Emirates punya Clarks shop tu, 550 dinar! thats like RM533 ko0t! 1 Dinar = RM0.87 camtuh. terus tak terbeli apa2 (plus luggage sume dah excess weight pon) Tapi perfume ada la murah siiikit dari Malaysia. Tapi tak celen kat London punya lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Taaapi I tell youuu. Kereta2 kat sini. Maha lah! Kat mall punya VIP parking, yang guna jockey tu, bersusun lah kereta hebat2! BMW? Mercedes? Buang laut. We're talking GMCs. Ferraris. Jaguars. Chevy Camaro - ala kete Bumblebee dlm Transformers tu. a Bugatti Veyron! - the fastest car on earth! (or maybe now 2nd)  1001hp (I wouldn't know pun if its wasn't my brothers kecoh2 ehe) Memang mcm competition lah sana, tayang kereta semua. Jockey2 pun sibuk ambik2 gambar (dah la dapat drive pergh), orang ramai pun apa lagi. Kereta2 sana memang majority 4WD, &amp;amp; CC tinggi2 punya. Sedangkan taxi pun pakai Camry kan. Petrol murah kan. Kesimpulannya kami agak cuci mata tengok kereta la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4VJn2PRoI/AAAAAAAAA0M/N--DIysZZz8/s1600-h/64.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4VJn2PRoI/AAAAAAAAA0M/N--DIysZZz8/s320/64.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421794256460138114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4TtTJonOI/AAAAAAAAAz8/dtVK3rqZJf8/s1600-h/65.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4TtTJonOI/AAAAAAAAAz8/dtVK3rqZJf8/s320/65.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421792670356380898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4TtBvXnSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/VKNiluRUDH8/s1600-h/66.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4TtBvXnSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/VKNiluRUDH8/s320/66.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421792665682812194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE Bugatti Veyron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Ts2YZ0mI/AAAAAAAAAzs/6oiXmZNbfsY/s1600-h/67.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Ts2YZ0mI/AAAAAAAAAzs/6oiXmZNbfsY/s320/67.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421792662633697890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rolls-royce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4TsokZaKI/AAAAAAAAAzk/TliaaKZvQOA/s1600-h/68.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4TsokZaKI/AAAAAAAAAzk/TliaaKZvQOA/s320/68.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421792658925906082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bigfoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4SvQHRu5I/AAAAAAAAAzc/Vi3L150I9QQ/s1600-h/69.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4SvQHRu5I/AAAAAAAAAzc/Vi3L150I9QQ/s320/69.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421791604389297042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;suka la jockey tu drive GMC. siap amek2 gmbar pulak diorg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But. I kinda NOT like Dubai. If compared to London &amp;amp; Swiss etc la kan. Theres too many foreign workers (expats tak kisah lagi). The people are hurm, quite rude I guess. Not friendly. Pekerja &amp;amp; pelayan restaurant pun cam hampeh. Maybe jugak because I don't really like going to to0 urban cities. I remembered the vacation I enjoyed most was when going to Gold Coast, Brisbane. Boleh main kangaroo, koala. G factories, farms, main2 lembu, tengok process buat cheese. Banyak themeparks (read: rollercoasters!). Aaa.. budak kampung memang camni ehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So. Tomorrows kinda our last day. Hope its a good one! Zzzz~~`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4SugBgK9I/AAAAAAAAAzE/p4XMem-KydQ/s1600-h/72.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4SugBgK9I/AAAAAAAAAzE/p4XMem-KydQ/s320/72.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421791591480175570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Day 10 - Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;, 30/12/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Dubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We toured the Dubai Mall today. It was awesome-ly huge! &amp;amp; again. Mahal (-_-!) Tak shop ape2 pon. But. We entered The Dubai Aquarium &amp;amp; Underwater Zoo! Sangat kagum okee! Well, I never went into Aquaria KLCC, so can't compare. Entrance fee was 50 Riyal per head. Rase baloi! Sangat2 cantik &amp;amp; ikan2 sangat besar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Suf7dB1I/AAAAAAAAAy8/tl3-9uSX0pI/s1600-h/73.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Suf7dB1I/AAAAAAAAAy8/tl3-9uSX0pI/s320/73.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421791591454803794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Q2uRh0zI/AAAAAAAAAy0/CZs3uAJw2Gs/s1600-h/75.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Q2uRh0zI/AAAAAAAAAy0/CZs3uAJw2Gs/s320/75.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421789533721187122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Q2Z5X39I/AAAAAAAAAys/2QolTHie-Hc/s1600-h/76.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Q2Z5X39I/AAAAAAAAAys/2QolTHie-Hc/s320/76.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421789528251162578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ini piranha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Q2NTvIiI/AAAAAAAAAyk/CzM4HmNY9XA/s1600-h/77.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Q2NTvIiI/AAAAAAAAAyk/CzM4HmNY9XA/s320/77.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421789524872077858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Q1zhNdDI/AAAAAAAAAyc/bEWE8BPSdhQ/s1600-h/78.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Q1zhNdDI/AAAAAAAAAyc/bEWE8BPSdhQ/s320/78.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421789517949269042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Q1jAWsbI/AAAAAAAAAyU/pLq1KeDaL3A/s1600-h/79.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Q1jAWsbI/AAAAAAAAAyU/pLq1KeDaL3A/s320/79.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421789513516495282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;giant sea octopus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4PgiI2B7I/AAAAAAAAAyM/7-23ALlfCT0/s1600-h/80.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4PgiI2B7I/AAAAAAAAAyM/7-23ALlfCT0/s320/80.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421788052994787250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ini seahorse oke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Later in the eve pulak. We're going for something called Safari Night Venture. At 3pm Dubai time, we were picked up by a Toyota Land Cruiser at the hotel &amp;amp; off to meet up point in Awir. Owh btw, in our car was also an Australian lady travelling alone - a teacher &amp;amp; mother of 1. Very ramah tamah. So there were 7 of us in the car. Journey to Awir took about an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The car stopped at a petrol station, &amp;amp; we noticed many other white Land Cruisers &amp;amp; the drivers all in the (traditional?) Arabs jubah. Our driver inflated the tyres, from 35Psi to 15Psi only! We're cruising thru the dessert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4PgKT9e4I/AAAAAAAAAyE/XG3aYNAElsI/s1600-h/81.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4PgKT9e4I/AAAAAAAAAyE/XG3aYNAElsI/s320/81.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421788046598962050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Pf2-HB_I/AAAAAAAAAx8/_pqtkuOGl98/s1600-h/82.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4Pf2-HB_I/AAAAAAAAAx8/_pqtkuOGl98/s320/82.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421788041407039474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4PeQsFGmI/AAAAAAAAAx0/caHtcWT4gOk/s1600-h/83.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4PeQsFGmI/AAAAAAAAAx0/caHtcWT4gOk/s320/83.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421788013950999138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The about 45 minutes journey was omg.. dahsyat oke. Naik turun gunung pasir tuh dengan ganasnya - the curam-ness was almost 90 degrees! Bole taaak? &amp;amp; cam nampak je banyak car bumpers &amp;amp; other parts yg tertanggal2 kt padang pasir tuh haha. We had fun! terjerit2 dalam kereta. Susan, the Australian lady closed her eyes most of the time katenye haha. I'm a roller-coaster freak oke, so I memang suka gila the ride. I was recording videos, taking pictures etc, &amp;amp; also SMS-ing, then I noticed my camera's memory card is almost full. So I had to review the previous pics to delete. Tiba2 I naik pening. Like wanting to throw up. but I didn't want to spoil the fun. So I held back. Tahan. Tahan. Sampai dah peluh sejuk badan, baru I cakap "Pa, boleh ka mintak berenti kejap? Rasa mau muntah la.. Cannot tahan sudah.." &amp;amp; the car stopped aside, alowing the rear cars in the convoy to overtake. got out. Chose a good spot near a small bush in the dessert.. &amp;amp; puked! Everything! My whole lunch! Lol. Eee padang pasir kat Awir ada my vomit.. hahaha~ pastu happily joined the joy ride lagi~ walaupun lepas tu the driver bawak kurang ganas dah ngaha... (alaa x pat upload the video.. its 172mb fr 1.5mins. camera i record in HD so mmg mkn space)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then as we arrived at this camp macam, at about 5pm. While waiting for dinner to be served..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4PeGZhsJI/AAAAAAAAAxs/5_KYRhODaOE/s1600-h/84.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4PeGZhsJI/AAAAAAAAAxs/5_KYRhODaOE/s320/84.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421788011188826258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;camel riding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4NIiTkH-I/AAAAAAAAAxk/JC-vfPh1sh0/s1600-h/85.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4NIiTkH-I/AAAAAAAAAxk/JC-vfPh1sh0/s320/85.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421785441699635170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;henna decorating.. (my 1st time! was saving it fr my wedding tho actly :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4NIZ7QF2I/AAAAAAAAAxc/WSowrOvPinA/s1600-h/86.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4NIZ7QF2I/AAAAAAAAAxc/WSowrOvPinA/s320/86.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421785439450175330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;borak-borak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4NIBUqM9I/AAAAAAAAAxU/PLxfFGRLESo/s1600-h/87.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4NIBUqM9I/AAAAAAAAAxU/PLxfFGRLESo/s320/87.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421785432845857746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;photo-shoot sket.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4NH6E_KiI/AAAAAAAAAxM/2YAU0WsQoKg/s1600-h/88.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4NH6E_KiI/AAAAAAAAAxM/2YAU0WsQoKg/s320/88.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421785430901074466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; belly dancing performance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4NHX-CqwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/91rlCUA2LKs/s1600-h/89.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4NHX-CqwI/AAAAAAAAAxE/91rlCUA2LKs/s320/89.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421785421745138434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my family &amp;amp; Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Dessert Safari Night was definitely the highlight of our Dubai tour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Day 11 - Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;, 31/12/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Dubai - Kuala Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Early flight back to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. About 7 hours flight again. Ugh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watched another 2 movies in the flight btw. lupe lak ape ngee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So. Iyea. Thats pretty everything about my family winter vacation 2009 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its a super long post right. Lol. Hope you enjoyed the pictures tho :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy New Year peeps! :D&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/5379568135299856951-5055119683748690608?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/5055119683748690608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=5055119683748690608&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/5055119683748690608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/5055119683748690608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-winter-vacation.html' title='Family Winter Vacation'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sz4fFLDil9I/AAAAAAAAA7c/o5IGrzZ90Jw/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-8884281455753295384</id><published>2009-12-26T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T17:23:12.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Winter Vacation (teaser)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;teaser sepam. wheee~~` (^,^)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SzXU7EMWFoI/AAAAAAAAAws/PpAmw0eyuRA/s1600-h/P1030751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SzXU7EMWFoI/AAAAAAAAAws/PpAmw0eyuRA/s400/P1030751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419471837813151362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SzXV1KWistI/AAAAAAAAAw0/aa_3IPAw5jI/s1600-h/P1030779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SzXV1KWistI/AAAAAAAAAw0/aa_3IPAw5jI/s400/P1030779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419472835898946258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SzXV1VgHH4I/AAAAAAAAAw8/WqxVHkuisbY/s1600-h/P1040052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SzXV1VgHH4I/AAAAAAAAAw8/WqxVHkuisbY/s400/P1040052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419472838891872130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-8884281455753295384?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8884281455753295384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=8884281455753295384&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8884281455753295384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8884281455753295384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-winter-vacation-teaser.html' title='Family Winter Vacation (teaser)'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SzXU7EMWFoI/AAAAAAAAAws/PpAmw0eyuRA/s72-c/P1030751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-4005165528083505593</id><published>2009-12-20T00:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:43:00.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S'long 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its December. &amp;amp; it is the time when most people go travel. Families get to spend quality time together. A retreat from daily routines &amp;amp; office works. Whats more with Awal Muharram, Christmas, &amp;amp; New Year all falls on Fridays, more working adults are utilizing their annual leaves. Putting it short - its holiday time baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year. After months of planning &amp;amp; hard times applying for leaves, For the very few times, the full five family members of Ab Rahman's family will be in this tour. Where to? I'll share it upon reaching back Malaysia on January 1st 2010&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. No internet access for 2 weeks. No facebook-ing. No blogging. No gayut2 on the phone (gila apa nak gayut on international calls). Just plain us with mother nature. Or rather, shopping malls &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt; any urgent matters, I'm just an sms away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I'd like to wish a HoHo Christmas to my Christian friends &amp;amp; family, as well as Happy New Year to all! Lets all make new resolution upon the strike of a new year - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saya nak jadi budak baik!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doa kan saya &amp;amp; keluarga selamat pergi &amp;amp; balik ye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh btw, promote jap. Tadi g beli Big Apple's doughnuts. Spend RM15++ &amp;amp; receive free desk calendar yg sgt funky &amp;amp; comel! plus, there are vouchers in it. Dah la kotak dia comel gila, Alvin &amp;amp; The Chipmunks 2 themed. Thnk u si dia yg membelanja! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sy0PV_xJV6I/AAAAAAAAAwk/c7Dp2E4rNCA/s1600-h/12072008922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sy0PV_xJV6I/AAAAAAAAAwk/c7Dp2E4rNCA/s400/12072008922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417002797365811106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-4005165528083505593?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/4005165528083505593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=4005165528083505593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4005165528083505593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4005165528083505593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2009/12/slong-2009.html' title='S&apos;long 2009.'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sy0PV_xJV6I/AAAAAAAAAwk/c7Dp2E4rNCA/s72-c/12072008922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-6621850494971680041</id><published>2009-12-19T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:32:52.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perempuan Tinggi Pakai Apa Pun Cantik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Whats your say on the above mentioned topic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came across me today as I was rummaging thru my wardrobe. Then I saw some of my up-to-knee dresses (yg dah tak boleh pakai skrg). I tengok kat magazines like Dara.com, cantek je model2 die pakai dresses with long pants. Pesal I pakai jadi cam huduh gila? Eee. Rasa nak bakar baju seluar tuh (bukan nak bakar lemak sendiri kan haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I posted this statement on my Facebook wall. &amp;amp; by God, what funny responses I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Syu0anspq0I/AAAAAAAAAwE/XdsCPhPicGA/s1600-h/ppuan+tinggi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 677px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Syu0anspq0I/AAAAAAAAAwE/XdsCPhPicGA/s400/ppuan+tinggi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416621346269014850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(click to enlarge. taknak pun takpe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Pls ignore Ben yg menggedik with my Sabahan friends in the comments above :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. I had one of the craziest &amp;amp; fun-est day today. All unplanned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unplanned-ly, I went to my office today to finish of some work - despite its a public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unplanned-ly, I went to buy a backpack for my soon oversea-traveling, in KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unplanned-ly, as I got off the LRT at Tmn Melati, I drove to Alpha Angle, &amp;amp; shopped alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unplanned-ly, Kak Darnih (my colleague) ajak I dinner with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unplanned-ly, we went into the apetuh. like. Recreation Center? &amp;amp; Kak Darnih yg 1st time masuk tu changed RM20 for tokens! tu tak kira yg ditambah2. almost RM40 i think. adoiih~ memang main macam budak2 tak ingat dunia lah kami. Dari dance2 revolution, game tembak2 alien, pancut2 air..&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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Syu1oQ-wqkI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Pe6pJzbOuuU/s1600-h/18122009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Syu1oQ-wqkI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Pe6pJzbOuuU/s320/18122009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416622680200751682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lumba motosikal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Syu1ousykjI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Opy8CxWBXoE/s1600-h/18122009%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Syu1ousykjI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Opy8CxWBXoE/s320/18122009%2801%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416622688178442802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lumba kereta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Syu1pJK4bNI/AAAAAAAAAwc/5nwb6Pzo1K0/s1600-h/18122009%2802%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Syu1pJK4bNI/AAAAAAAAAwc/5nwb6Pzo1K0/s320/18122009%2802%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416622695283977426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; the most tipu org punya game. kutip2 teddy nieh. Kak Darnih spent like RM20 kat sini je kot. Dapat teddy arnab yg sgt chomel! (yang ada price tag RM9.90 haha), yg Kak Darnih kasik kt I. So sweet~~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unplanned-ly, gi pasar malam kat Gombak yg besar! best2~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unplanned-ly, gi klinik &amp;amp; got myself jabbed with influenza vaccination - siap ada dapat buku International Certificates of Vaccination dari WHO youu~~ (terasa mcm household pet pun ada, kena vaccinate pulak ngee..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unplanned-ly, jumpa pet shop! suke suke! &amp;amp; Kak Darnih dah letak deposit untuk sekor kucing yg sangat chomel~! omg tak sabar nak jadi mak tiri kpd kucing ituh! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Iyea. Ingatkan keluar kejap je. Keluar noon, petang kang balik la. Tengok2. Till tengah malam! aiyok.. haha. I blame Kak Darnih! :P but thank you, I had a great time! :D&lt;br /&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/5379568135299856951-6621850494971680041?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/6621850494971680041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=6621850494971680041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/6621850494971680041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/6621850494971680041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2009/12/perempuan-tinggi-pakai-apa-pun-cantik.html' title='Perempuan Tinggi Pakai Apa Pun Cantik'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Syu0anspq0I/AAAAAAAAAwE/XdsCPhPicGA/s72-c/ppuan+tinggi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-8127589479327185016</id><published>2009-12-14T22:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:14:14.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laporan Bergambar Kenduri Kahwin Abe Long ku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;So I went back to my beloved kampung again. For what occasion? Ha... Check out this photo-blog post (sebenarnye dah malas nak bebel2. but hey. A picture makes out thousands of words kan?) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my Abg Long's wedding! Not my biological brother - he's my cousin. Among the closest. So, HARUS balik! Jom risik2 kenduri Mohd Dzikrullah &amp;amp; Nor Fazilah ini~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZa2W_IX8I/AAAAAAAAAv8/BMyZ282srgc/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZa2W_IX8I/AAAAAAAAAv8/BMyZ282srgc/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415115491889405890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saye juru kamera tak rasmi for the day. Lantik sendiri. Berbekal kan Lexie ku mwah mwah~&lt;br /&gt;note: klasik tak pose Pocik Yee kt blkg tu? hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZa1z_YWaI/AAAAAAAAAv0/6qq2S6Q0siM/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZa1z_YWaI/AAAAAAAAAv0/6qq2S6Q0siM/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415115482495211938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sblm tu. Ni la Abg Akil, abg sulung kpd 5 beradik yg tinggal kat Shah Alam, tapi parents drg g Haji, so dihantar blk kg. Pandai si abg ni jage adik2 die. baru form 2. Tgh tu ayah saye. Yg pendek in purple tu saye lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZa1vx380I/AAAAAAAAAvs/-GTANK3cABo/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZa1vx380I/AAAAAAAAAvs/-GTANK3cABo/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415115481364820802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke ni yg tak suka bila upload gmbar jadi tunggang langgang. xperla layan je la ye korg. Btw, santapan diraja adalah ditempah dari Restoren New Horizon dkat ngn kg ktorg tuh yg mmg sodap lah! Asyik full je restaurant tuh, tak dapat2 nak menjamu kat sana lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZaduY0oeI/AAAAAAAAAvk/rmmnKuSf6DM/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZaduY0oeI/AAAAAAAAAvk/rmmnKuSf6DM/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415115068674449890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Budak2 ni, semua kononnya nak jadi AJK jaga carpark - sebab takut kena suruh basuh pinggan. tapi duduk melopong je, busuk btul. tapi nasib cousin saye sume tuh, chomel2 ngade2 nak kene pangg je. pandai buli saye yg lagi tua nih pulak tuh chis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZadcV6Q5I/AAAAAAAAAvc/QlAmgqmvqlk/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZadcV6Q5I/AAAAAAAAAvc/QlAmgqmvqlk/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415115063830397842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saye cam suke gmbar inih. buat black &amp;amp; white sure mcm gmbar zmn dolu2 time perang jepun haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZac-8pE2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/JTPt6-eRjbw/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZac-8pE2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/JTPt6-eRjbw/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415115055939785570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelopak-kelopak-kelopak-kelopak-jantung-jantung-jantung-jantung~ Pengantin dah datang~~~`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZacZXQQyI/AAAAAAAAAvM/70I3rNy-UWg/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZacZXQQyI/AAAAAAAAAvM/70I3rNy-UWg/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415115045850858274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Raja Sehari yg ceria dan menten rock walaupun dah jadi bapak budak. Budak baju hijau kat blkg tuh tah kutu apa la yg dia garukan kt badan nye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZacGnb5TI/AAAAAAAAAvE/lhZIT0WLZAs/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZacGnb5TI/AAAAAAAAAvE/lhZIT0WLZAs/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415115040818455858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makaaaan~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZZt_4aJ9I/AAAAAAAAAu8/cW88M9TDK34/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZZt_4aJ9I/AAAAAAAAAu8/cW88M9TDK34/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415114248736614354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alolo0o suwiiiiit nyer~~~` :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZZtegHdjI/AAAAAAAAAus/QlqFXisk-zY/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZZtegHdjI/AAAAAAAAAus/QlqFXisk-zY/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415114239776355890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaum kerabat diraja bersantap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZZtE1ZBXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/t6brItC_1dg/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZZtE1ZBXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/t6brItC_1dg/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415114232886265202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesi photoshoot untuk pengantin pula~ saye turut tompang sekaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZZs4dtM1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/FEFC7dwSmOM/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZZs4dtM1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/FEFC7dwSmOM/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415114229565698898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZYqlFOr0I/AAAAAAAAAuU/ma3kPjWsNEs/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZYqlFOr0I/AAAAAAAAAuU/ma3kPjWsNEs/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2814%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415113090491395906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, bila kami 3 cousin seGadis ni berkumpul, musti nak gambar sama. al maklum la. belah papa nye family ni mmg semua set anak ppuan sorg je. plg bnyk pun 2. musti lelaki majority. Suwit tak kami gadis2 in purple inih? kih kih kih. Kak Jah (depan, kanan) dah taken. duk pregnant pon. Yg 2 anak dara tuh available lg. nak tak nak tak? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZYqYwQYHI/AAAAAAAAAuM/skENbcNDHW0/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2815%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZYqYwQYHI/AAAAAAAAAuM/skENbcNDHW0/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2815%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415113087182200946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makan makanan baki hahaha "Ambik Berkat" bak kata Kak Na ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZYqITdqZI/AAAAAAAAAuE/lXFfdXnbmjc/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2816%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZYqITdqZI/AAAAAAAAAuE/lXFfdXnbmjc/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2816%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415113082766469522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesi gediks gamba2 bersama kazen mazen haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZYp1SumuI/AAAAAAAAAt8/xL032Gj8V1U/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2817%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZYp1SumuI/AAAAAAAAAt8/xL032Gj8V1U/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2817%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415113077663111906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadang-kadang photographer sampingan ni pun penat jugak. commitment gila2 ni, sibuk ambik gambar punya pasal, tak sempat2 pon makan. sy bukan suka pose bergambar shj oke! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZXg8_g3TI/AAAAAAAAAts/8rBAU6-RQOA/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2819%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZXg8_g3TI/AAAAAAAAAts/8rBAU6-RQOA/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2819%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415111825599552818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw. the main photographer, who happens to be er.. kinda softy la (read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapuk&lt;/span&gt;), did say "eh Izza, I like ur baju~ ade touch of Retro, the pattern. very nice~ suits u well~" I pun ooh, ape lagi, layaaan~ "Kaaan? Baru beli kat Ampang Park semalam you! tapi I tak suke sgt baju ni punya cutting, ropol2 kat tangan ni ha.. bla bla bla", banyak pulak sembang ktorg kan hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most eligible bachelorette of Kg Pintu Geng hahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZXgn78aQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/B15XWbQxWO8/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2820%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZXgn78aQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/B15XWbQxWO8/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2820%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415111819947436290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ntah. I somehow suke this particular moment that I got to capture. Masing2 dengan perihal masing2. hehe. &amp;amp; I loike gaya 'abg' tshirt putih tu - our main photographer of the event hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZXgXJR5NI/AAAAAAAAAtc/kYwaEu4v1QM/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2821%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZXgXJR5NI/AAAAAAAAAtc/kYwaEu4v1QM/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2821%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415111815439967442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penat seharian berkenduri, malam tu baru dapat rilex2 sikit. Tapi budak2 kat rumah tu hyper sungguh, dari petang sibuk memancing kat longkang depan rumah. Ikan bukan main lak tu. Ikan Keli. Puyu. apetah tah lagi. Sampai ke malam lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZXf7lKhgI/AAAAAAAAAtU/LFvJzIOCc88/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2822%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZXf7lKhgI/AAAAAAAAAtU/LFvJzIOCc88/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2822%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415111808040732162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni antara hasil tangkapan dak2 nieh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZWWoBTeJI/AAAAAAAAAs0/1nBLG-HcTCk/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2823%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZWWoBTeJI/AAAAAAAAAs0/1nBLG-HcTCk/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2823%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415110548659599506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di samping ituh, kat rumah pulak, ngah kecoh mecoh sebab my Mum punya turn jadi head chef, so dia nak masak Spaghetti. Punya lah sembangat budak2 nieh semua nak tolong. Habis semua chopping board &amp;amp; pisau rumah tu budak2 ni conquer. Baguslah, tayah susah2 haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZVFcEMLkI/AAAAAAAAAsc/V18BY8SFXcU/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2827%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZVFcEMLkI/AAAAAAAAAsc/V18BY8SFXcU/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2827%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415109153881075266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sirius nih cincang bawang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZVFNx7JgI/AAAAAAAAAsU/DykWfDIu9MY/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2828%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZVFNx7JgI/AAAAAAAAAsU/DykWfDIu9MY/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2828%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415109150046365186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this pic. note the father &amp;amp; son's facial expression. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZVE5Z9QnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/GpA5L9j-fIA/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2829%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZVE5Z9QnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/GpA5L9j-fIA/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2829%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415109144577131122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bandingkan Akim &amp;amp; Comey si kucing. Mana lagi chomel? haha. btw. tak paham kenapa bila ibu2 sapu bedak kat budak, mesti tempek2 camtuh je. haha. kelakar btol. tapi aku pun takde nak kemas2kan bedak tu lak. haha xperla. budak2 je kan eke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZXfhJNpRI/AAAAAAAAAtM/efSJamL9z1g/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2833%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZXfhJNpRI/AAAAAAAAAtM/efSJamL9z1g/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2833%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415111800944174354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;budak2 ni tak habis2 ngan memancing ikan longkang diorang. smpai pagi next day nya pun stil duk nak mancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZVEQJ9XaI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Jj1NeWStKbQ/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2830%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZVEQJ9XaI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Jj1NeWStKbQ/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2830%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415109133504175522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semangat tak dak2 nih? sampai bapak budak pun join sama. orang yg lalu lalang pun pelik, ingat ada anak orang terjatuh masuk ke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZT-3O8LeI/AAAAAAAAArs/9gkTIvACz6U/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2831%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZT-3O8LeI/AAAAAAAAArs/9gkTIvACz6U/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2831%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415107941403209186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada pula yg x lepas2 Nintendo nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZT-od94tI/AAAAAAAAArk/ruFQ4ITL9nU/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2832%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZT-od94tI/AAAAAAAAArk/ruFQ4ITL9nU/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2832%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415107937439703762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faqeh. Naufal. &amp;amp; Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZT-JqVp_I/AAAAAAAAArU/DlCy6QJFIRQ/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2835%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZT-JqVp_I/AAAAAAAAArU/DlCy6QJFIRQ/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2835%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415107929170094066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila ada yg nak bergerak balik dah, saudara mara sure akan datang untuk lepak2 dulu before berpisah. Meriah betol. Suke Suke~ tapi buat rasa makin berat hati nak tinggal kampong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZTUjpf5MI/AAAAAAAAArM/5hH5XXmXKFs/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2836%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZTUjpf5MI/AAAAAAAAArM/5hH5XXmXKFs/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2836%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415107214591386818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo sepam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZTUWfvVWI/AAAAAAAAArE/6JBBwLMDN2o/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2837%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZTUWfvVWI/AAAAAAAAArE/6JBBwLMDN2o/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2837%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415107211060794722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we waved our goodbyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZTUMbCFBI/AAAAAAAAAq8/qUf8RqalTAo/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2838%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZTUMbCFBI/AAAAAAAAAq8/qUf8RqalTAo/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2838%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415107208356697106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang semangat mengejar kereta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZTT9cbsYI/AAAAAAAAAq0/LpavT0RLVDQ/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2839%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZTT9cbsYI/AAAAAAAAAq0/LpavT0RLVDQ/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2839%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415107204336038274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai ke luar rumah.. ehe suwit jek.. sayang dak2 nieh.. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZTTsomGVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/NugehpAwIOM/s1600-h/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2840%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZTTsomGVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/NugehpAwIOM/s400/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%2840%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415107199823649106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saya Sayang Kampung Saya! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5379568135299856951-8127589479327185016?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/8127589479327185016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=8127589479327185016&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8127589479327185016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/8127589479327185016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2009/12/laporan-bergambar-kenduri-kahwin-abe.html' title='Laporan Bergambar Kenduri Kahwin Abe Long ku'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SyZa2W_IX8I/AAAAAAAAAv8/BMyZ282srgc/s72-c/Izza+%40+Abg+Long%27s+Wedding+%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-1120960172200793851</id><published>2009-12-05T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:54:13.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Randomities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Disebabkan saya sangat suka hati dapat memeruk kat rumah hari ni, disamping random visits from my babes from UTP (sangat RnR rumah aku!), saya telah memutuskan untuk balas dendam blogging segala cerita yang lama terpendam hihi. Layan je la yek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I 'skinned' my laptop. Ceh skin la sangat. Sebenarnya wall sticker yg berlebihan hihi. Tapi I buat cantek oke! heee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sxo8YhzOBPI/AAAAAAAAAmk/43g3CTPw5Vc/s1600-h/%282%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sxo8YhzOBPI/AAAAAAAAAmk/43g3CTPw5Vc/s400/%282%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sxo8YpDZZ7I/AAAAAAAAAmg/bJD1JeHG1aQ/s1600-h/%281%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sxo8YpDZZ7I/AAAAAAAAAmg/bJD1JeHG1aQ/s320/%281%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; macham cool kan? :p (cheap attempt to furbish my lappy)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I took this shot on 7.11pm, 25/11/2009 with my Lexie (aperture priority, F/2.3, 1/200sec) from my room's window. I thought it was a unique view - the vertical sunset light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sxo5QKHLt_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/a1ERJ9bQ8lo/s1600-h/%283%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sxo5QKHLt_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/a1ERJ9bQ8lo/s640/%283%29.JPG" style="height: 266px; width: 402px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh. Hannah's off to Segamat, Johor today. She'll be with Pet Gas Berhad (PGB). We had a small rendezvous on Friday. All the best my friend, may you get to find hot guys there XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sxo5PkzZ-UI/AAAAAAAAAmM/XYxWWbux1QY/s1600-h/%284%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sxo5PkzZ-UI/AAAAAAAAAmM/XYxWWbux1QY/s400/%284%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas spirit is in the air. In KLCC, most of the stores are red-decorated. My friends &amp;amp; I have always admired the festive setup in KLCC Concourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sxo5PfpksnI/AAAAAAAAAmI/C97mwQufBrM/s1600-h/%285%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sxo5PfpksnI/AAAAAAAAAmI/C97mwQufBrM/s400/%285%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;My babes Anies, Oyen &amp;amp; Diba came by today. Anies for a sleepover while Oyen &amp;amp; Diba pitstop before shooting back to Perak again after their interview in Damansara - Congrats btw babes! Tho they came for like very few hours je, we had quality time. Its never boring when you're with your besties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sxo5Pf8VPgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/C-lvsc-xeWc/s1600-h/%286%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sxo5Pf8VPgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/C-lvsc-xeWc/s400/%286%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sxo5PP2XOaI/AAAAAAAAAmA/8AE5jrjPp7M/s1600-h/%287%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sxo5PP2XOaI/AAAAAAAAAmA/8AE5jrjPp7M/s400/%287%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Despite today's events, I still consider its a VERY RELAXING day! Oh how I love weekends. &amp;amp; luckily, a weekend consists of TWO day! Hurrayh! 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/5379568135299856951-1120960172200793851?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1120960172200793851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=1120960172200793851&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1120960172200793851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1120960172200793851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-randomities.html' title='Of Randomities'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Sxo8YhzOBPI/AAAAAAAAAmk/43g3CTPw5Vc/s72-c/%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-3304139881689444431</id><published>2009-12-05T07:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:47:51.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teambuilding Itu Seronok Juga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aritu. Aku gi PDB Teambuilding. Dkat Excel Training &amp;amp; Country Resorts, Lenggeng, Negori 9. 23-25 Nov 2009 lepas. What I've went thru tak penting la kan. But I'd like to share some of the knowledge I've newly gained la. Menarik. Kalau tak menarik aku memang tak dengar haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Excel Training &amp;amp; Consultancy ni, walaupun nama tempat dia ada 'Country Resorts', tapi takde la gah mane. Serba sederhana je. Tapi tempat dia luas. Our teambuilding (outdoor) activities termasuklah Paintball, jungle trekking 3km++ yg lepas bukit ke-3 tu ada air terjun kat puncak nya, berakit2, swimming ke dasar swimming pool carik botol berisi pasir (sgt happy sebab dah lama tak swimming!), flyingfox &amp;amp; macam macam lagi lah! Tak tipu best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hate motivational talks. I feel that its ineffective &amp;amp; takde kesan pun. Paling2 dia bagi kita semangat yg berkobar2, tapi lepas few days kita balik la ke tabiat lama kita. Kan? I never believed in it. But maybe jugak sebab tu Tuhan tak bukak pintu hati aku untuk terima ilmu tu kot - dah mindset aku. Tapi. Time timebuilding, I believe I DID learn &amp;amp; practice at least 1 thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Penceramah semua memang best2. Kelakar. Dan tak lupa dengan selingan lawak2 'dewasa' yg membuatkan anak dara sorg ni banyak terkedu. Teambuilding ni melibatkan orang2 dari PDB from all various levels, dari General Manager ke Seeding yang baru masuk kerja 13 hari (kira aku bukan la paling junior, walaupun paling muda hehe). Ada dalam 40+ orang dalam teambuilding batch 17 ni. Mostly orang2 yg dah kahwin &amp;amp; ada anak la. Yang bujang2 ni la terpinga2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The best thing was, to be in the same room, mendengar motivational talk dari none other than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dato' Dr Hj Fadzilah Kamsah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; sendiri. The Managing Director of Excel Training. He asks to be called Haji je. It was like.. omg.. I watched him in TVs since kecik kot. &amp;amp; my dad admires him. It was like a dream to be standing &amp;amp; talking to him, live. His talk was the best la. Disamping lawak2 dewasa, memang setiap apa yang dia cakap tu ada ilmu. Pastu. Dia ni pandai baca keperibadian orang - dari nama, birthday, tulisan, tapak tangan, &amp;amp; ciri2 fizikal lain. It may not be accurate, but its berdasarkan kajian. &amp;amp; mostly, i rasa quite right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just to share with you all lah kan, some of it yg I ingat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mengikut tangan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kalau anda lelaki, tengok tangan kanan. Kalau anda gadis cun, tengok tangan kiri. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxmrafVq_rI/AAAAAAAAAl0/tpnxI-lMZqE/s1600-h/taNGAN2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411544898839707314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxmrafVq_rI/AAAAAAAAAl0/tpnxI-lMZqE/s200/taNGAN2.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 134px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Khunsa wallahualam.Tegakkan jari2 tangan anda (mcm kat gamba nieh).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haji kata. Kalau jari kelingking (5) lagi rendah dari ruas ke-2 (dr bwh) jari telunjuk (2), (ruas tu yg lipat2an kat jari tu), awak tuh BOROS! haha. If jari manis lagi tinggi, tahniah, anda penjimat/pandai simpan duit. Sila consider bila cari bakal bini/husband ye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kalau jari manis (4) lagi rendah dari jari telunjuk (2), awak nih lembut hati. Else, keras/kuat - kurang paham gak maksud dia kuat ni.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mengikut tarikh kelahiran..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kalau lahir bulan ganjil nih (Jan, Mar, May, Jul, Sep, Nov), orang nye pendiam sket, &amp;amp; cam suka bersendirian - ske duduk bilik je, x kuar hangout sgt etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kalau lahir bulan genap (Feb, Apr, Jun, Aug, Oct, Dec), orang nye bising! (haha). agak huha la. dan suka berkawan kawanan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tapi untuk kamu yang haribulan nya 18-23, kamu ni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makhluk dua alam&lt;/span&gt; (bukan bapuk ye). Means kamu ni dua2 pun boleh. Sorg2 boleh. Suka berkawan jugak. Flexible lah in most perkara. Mana2 pun boleh~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kalau lahir bulan Feb, Apr, May, Aug, Sept, Nov &amp;amp; Dec, kamu nih keras. In a good way la, bukan keras degil tuh. Cam. Once u've set ur mind, memang susah da orang nak pengaruh u.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dia cite banyak gak about sifat2 orang setiap bulan2 tu, tapi I sempat take note on mine (Apr) &amp;amp; bulan2 yg menarik (untuk dijadikan reference bila carik calon suami haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;April - Aggressive (wah?). Laju (tapi aku cam selalu kalah je pecut 100m). Active. Outdoor. Cepat buat keputusan tapi cepat juga menyesal (Kak Syiken kata "betul!, Izza ni cepat je decide nak beli barang, tapi lepas tu ckp &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"eh ape sawan aku beli barang ni"&lt;/span&gt;") haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;July - Penyayang. Sangat baik. Sensitive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;October - Tak banyak karenah. Mudah berkawan. Orang baik. Tak suka gado2. (psal macam takde kenal orang bday Oct? eh. Hannah! omg. betul! Hannah yg tak suka gado2 &amp;amp; tak bnyk karenah! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saje up kan saham Hannah kan, LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mengikut tulisan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;mesti tulisan kecik untuk tengok nih!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tulisan condong ke kiri - suka bersendirian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tulisan condong ke kanan - mudah berkawan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pastu banyak lagi actually Haji cakap. Haji cakap sy unik sbb sy tulis condong ke kiri, tapi signature condong ke kanan. Haji tanya sejak bila signature tu, sy ckp since darjah 6 kot. Tiba2 Haji cakap ppuan ni, miang dia mula bila berumur 13 tahun. erk! yg lelaki lak miang nya lambat sket, tapi miang nya miang betol! haha (jap. tak faham ape kaitan umur tu ngn signature sy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mengikut physical appearance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;bulu kening tebal (yg bercukur tak kira) - tegas. keras. extreme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dahi luas - banyak berfikir, pandai (Haji kata cari lah suami berdahi luas)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dahi sempit - pandai (takkan la dia nk ckp bodoh kn), tapi tak bnyk berfikir, cuai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bibir tebal - cakap berlapis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bibir nipis - cakap direct takde Indah Water tapis2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dagu tajam - manje. ngade2. susah buat keputusan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dagu bulat - stable, hebat (uih?), pandai cakap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tahi lalat di dada kanan / pipi (mana2) - pengasih. penyayang. rasional.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tahi lalat di bahu kanan - yang bertanggungjawab menjaga parents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tahi lalat di bahu kiri - yang dibebani masalah keluarga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dan banyak lah lagi. Haji pun ada share doa2 yg baik untuk dijadikan amalan harian, dan juga tabiat/sunnah yang kita boleh cuba praktikkan. Some memang kita dah biasa dgar. Tapi mari lah kita sama2 cuba amal kan mana yang boleh ye :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bila masuk rumah, bagi salam, even if takde orang kat rumah. Sebab syaitan mmg menunggu dkat pintu masuk. Berilah salam, &amp;amp; masuk dengan kaki kanan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bila nak masuk toilet, guna kaki kiri lak, sebab tandas tu kotor. Tempat syaitan lepak. Keluar rumah pun ngan kaki kiri.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bila tido, tido lah menyiring ke kanan. Sebab jantung kita kat belah kiri. Kalau himpit kiri, nanti jantung kite tak pumping ngan baik. Also, baik untuk penghadaman, sebab usus besar bnyk proses dkat belah kanan. So bila anda tido menyiring ke kanan, dinner anda pun bergolek ke kanan usus kite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lelaki. Pls. Walaupun anda ada hos, tolong kencing duduk. Haji kata statistik mengatakan lelaki banyak batu karang punca nya dari kencing berdiri.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ppuan pun. Bile kencing tu, urut2 bahagian pusat ke bawah, untuk tekan keluar habis kencing tu. Also untuk elak kencing tak lawas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bila berak (oops). Or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pangsai&lt;/span&gt; (in hokkien), condong kan badan ke kiri sambil tangan kiri mengurut2 perut kat kiri tu. Lentok lah dengan kepala sekali untuk lagi feel, sambil tangan kanan di atas kepala. Memang agak kelakar pose nih. Tapi Haji kata this helps in melancarkan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pangsai&lt;/span&gt; anda. Katanya dia dah amalkan since dia umur brapa tah. Tapi berpuluh tahun gak la. Sebab nye, dkat kiri ni hujung usus kita, tahek berkumpul kat sana la before keluar dari anus. Bila kita urut2, bertambah lancar la proses pelancaran tahek ituh, dan sukses lah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pangsai &lt;/span&gt;anda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Banyakkan membaca. Cuba amalkan seminggu/sebulan sekali, bawak anak2 anda, dengan mak bapak anak2 anda tu sekali, ke kedai buku, beli 1 buku sorang satu. Nak kena start gak dah ni. Asyik beli magazine je. Hurm. Tapi haritu aku balik Kelantan, aku bawak gak cousin2 kecik aku yang darjah 3, 4, form 1 &amp;amp; 2 gi Popular. Suh diorang pilih buku - mesti buku english! Sebab mak derang complain dak2 nieh English sume kureng. Seronok2. Camni kot perasaan ibu bapa seronok tengok anak baca buku yg diorang belikan, takde rasa terbazir.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dan.. Cukup lah ceramah motivasi aku pagi Sabtu ni. Sebenarnye bangun awal pun sebab my babe Anies came for sleepover last night. Dia ada interview kat KL Sabtu pagi ni. So lepas Subuh tadi dah tak tido, borak2 ngan Anies. Bila Anies dah pi, takleh tido balik da pun, so membebel la kat blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So. Hope saudara saudari ada ilmu baru yang dipelajari dari post kalini - sungguh ilmiah rasa post aku, for the 1st time haha! Renung2kan, &amp;amp; selamat beramal! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Note: Someone recommended me to play this quiz in fb. I think its pretty accurate - as in, related to what Haji had really mentioned in class. 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Amaran diberi kepada terutama mereka yang menyewa rumah sewa. Jeng Jeng Jeng~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ini celita bukan saya munya. Saya pun main forward saja. Saya dapat ini celita dali email :D Celita nya manyak panjang. Tapi. Itu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"kui"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ('hantu' in mandarin) memang manyak ganas ooh~~`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Subject: Kejadian pelik di rumah sewa aku di seremban 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Akhir tahun 2001, di semester akhir aku terpaksa berpindah kolej ke seremban 2.. ni sebab kolej aku blaja tu nak buat pengabungan 5 cawangan kolej yang akan menjadi 1 main kolej di seremban 2.. semester baru bermula pada disember 2001, selepas habis exam bulan September tu kami budak kolej berlumba2 mencari rumah sewa di sekitar seremban2.. maklumlah bulan oktober dah nak pose, November plak nak raya.. semua x de masa nak cari rumah sewa selepas raya nanti.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sepatutnya semua student dari cawangan aku duduk hostel, tp disebabkan hostel penuh dan pihak kolej target hostel utk2 student2 bagi kemasukan disember maka kami budak2 senior di suruh mencari rumah sewa berdekatan dengan kolej.. aku, wan dan man bepakat menyewa rumah teres di taman garden homes seremban 2 sebab ada bas dari perumahan ke kolej waktu tu.. lagipun waktu tu perumahan tu kosong dah x de orang macam skng ni, cari rumah sewa melalui tenet, selepas penat call sana sini akhirnya kitorang dapat rumah teres 3 bilik, 2 bilik air di end lot.. tepi jalan dan senang nak tunggu bas sebab bejalan 20 langkah dah sampai bus stop.. tapi kitorang pelik sebab rumah end lot yg besar sikit dari rumah teres di bahagian mid tu lebih murah, logiknye mana ada rumah end lot atau corner lot lagi murah kan.. kitorang dapat harga rm220, konon2nya rebet student, huhuhu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So selepas dah confirm ngan uncle cina tu, habis exam dan selepas dah kemas semua barang sebab nak balik kampung cuti semester sebulan setengah.. kitorang masukan bararng pada bulan September tu gak, tapi sewa berjalan mulai bulan November.. wah bertuah tul time tu, sume duk puji2 uncle tu.. pas sembahyang jumaat, kitorang tinggalkan kolej dan daerah yang aku duduk selama lebih 2 tahun berhijrah ke seremban2, kitorang menyewa sebuah van untuk angkut barang2 time tu.. caj ok la dalam rm50, jauh gak time tu adala dalam 60km campur ngan jalan pusing2 kat bukit tu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Lupa nak crite, kitorang x pernah pon tengok rumah tu lagi, sebab dah ajak uncle tu nak tengok2 rumah tu tp dia kate sume rumah sama saja.. waktu tu kitorang jumpa dia di 7-e sebelah terminal 1 tu, ntah skng ada lagi ke x de.. skng dah ada petronas rasanye.. lepas bayar 1+1 sewa + deposit letrik air kitorang pon dapat la kunci rumah tu, tanpa dapat nengok rumah tu pon, ye la time tu kitorang dah terdesak sangat sebab nak balik kolej cepat sebab esok nak exam lagi.. huhuhu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Balik cerita tadi, sampai kat perumahan garden homes tu, kitorang pon pening cari alamat rumah uncle tu.. selepas tanya kat jaga (time tu perumahan tu kosong lagi, so jaga pon ada) baru jumpa umah tu, wah betul2 tepi jalan la.. betuah betul kitorang masa tu.. tapi masa nak buka pagar rumah tu kitorang dah terkejut sebab banyak bekas colok2 cina kene bakar, duit kertas yg kene bakar, pastu kat sliding window tu di gantung kain merah.. pakcik van tu pon cakap umah apa korang sewa ni, ni macam bekas tokong diorang je.. aku ngan member2 pon senyap je x de nak cakap lebih2.. so kitorang pon angkat barang letakan kat dalam umah, lagi la tekejut tengok dalam bilik2 tu berselerak dengan kain merah kuning yg ada kesan di bakar.. sebab time tu dah petang, kitorang berpakat nanti lepas raya kita kemas sebab flight aku nak balik kg nun ni Malaysia timur dah nak dekat, aku tolak jam 7.30pm, time tu dah jam 4.00pm.. x pasal2 kang tertingal flight lak kang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sebagai keselamatan, kitorang pasang lampu rumah 1, dan lampu di luar 1 dan semua pintu bilik kitorang buka dan sandarkan dengan batu bata yg bnyk kat halaman kitorang tu.. masa dah nak balik tu, tugas aku la tutup sliding window ngan grill tu, sebab time tu kunci 1 je dan akulah yg pegang sebab aku pemegang syer terbanyak, huhu... secara automatiknya aku duduk kat main bedroom yg ada bilik air.. masa nak tutup grill tu aku prasan ada bayang2 kanak2 kecik menekap muka kat sliding window tu, aku terperanjat sampai tejaut kunci.. masa nak kutip tu aku perhatikan lagi sekali, x de apa2 lak.. lega hati aku, dalam tekejut dan risau aku pujuk hati aku yg aku nampak tu maybe bayang2 aku yg tengah tutup grill.. ye lah kan, sliding window tu besar 3 pintu, x de letak langsir lagi so otak aku positif mengatakan yg tu bayang2 aku x pn kawan2 aku.. time tu aku x nak kecoh2, kang x pasal2 kawan aku x jadi lak duk umah tu, lg pun x sahih lagi apa yg aku nampak tu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sume dah masuk van, tingal aku je lagi sebab nak kunci pintu pagar luar rumah lak, skali lg aku nmpk ada bayang2 kat umah tu, kan terang sebab langsir x de dan lampu plak pasang.. aku dah rasa x sedap hati, bayang2 tu macam berlegar2 kat kotak2 kitorang letak tu, bayang2 budak2 kecik.. kotak2 tu x de apa2 pon kecuali buku2 dan barang kitorang yg berat dan malas nak bawak balik umah.. masuk ke dalam van je.. wan senyap je x becakap ape, aku x tau la knape ngan die.. si man lak sibuk borak ngan pakcik van tu, cerita lak pasal camner nak bersihkan dan samak umah tu.. sebab pakcik tu syak yg tu bekas tokong cina dan bukannya umah cina yg kitorang pikir mula2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sempat jumpa jaga kejap, suh die tengokan umah tu, lepas tu ajak pakcik van makan kat restoren yaznie sebelum hantar kawan2 aku ke terminal 1 dan aku ke klia.. aduh panjang tul aku nak type, nanti aku sambung.. panjang ni jangan lak marah kat aku ek, sabar..lagi pun dah nak berbuke dah ni, kang malam aku sambung..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Lepas beraya seminggu kat kg, kitorang pon berkumpul kat umah tudalam tengahari.. sorang kawan aku bawak motor, ye la kg dekat je kat sepang leh la bawak motor abah.. tapi elok gak si man ni ada motor, leh la suh die beli barang2 nak kemas umah.. huhuhu, x de pengalaman duk kek rumah sewa time tu, x sangka beli barang2 nak kemas rumah pon leh tahan gak.. penyapu, baldi, fabuloso dan macam2 lagi la, sib baik makro time tu ada nak harap kedai runcit yg ada hanya rufaqa je time tu.. tapi cam biasa la apa barang pon x de kecuali bahan makanan basah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Masa mengemas tu x de la apa2 yg pelik kitorang alami, ok macam biasa, happy2 pasang radio kuat2 sambil kemas umah, cuci 1 rumah pastu buang barang2 peninggalan yg ada.. suma aku buang x tinggal 1 pon, tapi masa nak kemas bilik air kat bilik aku, aku tekejut sebab nampak ada teddy bear besar kat atas flush tandas tu.. sebab masa kitorang masuk dulu x de le plak toy tu, toy beruang color coklat pakai baju kot dan ada love kat dadanya.. aku cakap ngan dak2 tu yg aku jumpa teddy tu, x pasal2 muka si wan berubah betul padahal tadi kemain siap nyanyi2 lagu xpdc time tu ngan ali, rock sampai jerit2.. aku nengok die aku plak yg gabra, sebab wan dan man pon dah jenguk bilik air tu sebelum ni (masa pindah dulu) x kan ada sapa2 lak yg masuk letakan kat bilik air bilik aku tu.. nak kata tuan rumah, grill depan belakang kitorang dah kunci ngan solid baru masa angkat barang tu.. aku pon x nak pikir panjang2 kang x pasal2 aku yg kecut perut sebab aku yg nak duduk bilik tu kang, bukan diorang.. so aku masukan dalam plastik sampah hitam yg besar pastu aku ikat dan letak kat dalam tong sampah kat depan rumah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;X nak pikir lama2 pasal bab tu, kitorang pon kemas la sume temasuk la longkang blkng yg penuh ngan batang2 colok tu.. lebih 5 jam kemas baru la settle, baru la cam umah, bau fabuloso pon merebak2 baunya.. pasang langsir kat sliding window pastu tingkap lak letak kain pelikat yg di gunting 2 sebab time tu x de langsir tingkap lebih.. wan ni bagus daknye banding ngan aku ngan si wan ni, sempat die baca yasin selepas semayang maghrib tu.. aku ngan si wan lak sibuk lepak kat depan umah, maklumlah hari pertama, umah terang benderang.. lepak kat luar rumah sebab jiran2 x de, yg ada selang 10 buah rumah tu pon x sempat kenal time tu, family cina, sebab kitorang bz kemas umah.. siap baring2 kat luar ye la penat, orang pon x de.. area tu dah jadi jajahan kitorang dah, nak buat apa pon suka hati la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Tengah2 kitorang lepak2 kat luar si man jerit2 dari dalam bilik air, time tu bilik air yg kat ruang tamu bersepah ngan baju2 kotor, mop, dan baldi2 so dia gunakan bilik air bilik aku.. aku ngan si wan belari2 la knapa lak si man tu jerit2 lak, sampai2 aku tekedu nengok bilik air terkuci dari luar dan lampu biliknya di tutup.. mana x nya si man menjerit, orang sibuk ambik wuduq leh lak kene tutup pintu ngan lampu.. siap marah2 aku ngan  wan kononnya saja nak kenakan dia, aku dah mmng gabra dah, wan jgn crita la harap badan je besar tp mmng penakut.. bekali2 cakap kat sii man baru di trima, tp tegamam la sket dia time tu.. tp dia cakap masa dia wuduq tu nampak ada tangan tarik pintu pastu kunci sebelum tutup lampu.. time tu dia tengah membongkok wuduq di bahagian kaki, dia dah suspek kitorang masa awal2 sebab terang2 dia cakap tangan tarik pintu.. aku la yg dituduh sebab tangan aku kan kurus banding si wan, padahal  time tu kitorang tengah syok2 lepak kat luar umah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Pas bab tu kitorang dah mula rasa pelik, man gi semayang isyak aku ngan wan duk bersandar kat dinding ruang tamu dekat pintu, sambil borak2 pasal bende x kene kat umah ni.. aku sebut semua hal dari patung sampai la kes kat tandas tadi, aku saja x nak sebut pasal kes nampak budak tepek muka kat cermin nanti dah berat sangat, x pasal2 ada gak yg pengsan.. time sembahyang tu, si man leh terbehenti kate kipas mati sendirik la, kipas meja yg pusing2 tu mati sendiri macam kene offkan main suis plug kipas tu.. lagi lah tambah seriau time tu, mcmanalah kipas tu leh mati sendiri sedangkan x de sapa yg dekat dengan kipas tu, extnsion kipas tu dr dapur umah sebab kat depan dah penuh ngan pc dan radio kitorang.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sunyi skjap pastu, x de sape becakap, tiba2 man mncelah maybe extnsion ni x elok kot dah, barang kat makro bukan semuanya elok, aduh aku tau sangat la ayat sedapkan hati tu... man gerak gi dapur nak tengok suis tu mmng off ke on, tp sah dah off, ada la yg offkan tu kalau pikir logik.. argh, aku time tu dah pikir macam2, man yg tadi duk positif pon dah semacam.. die cadangkan malam ni semua tidur kat ruang tamu, biasalah dia cakap raumah tingal/rumah baru macam ni lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;X de apa2 pastu sampai lah jam 11.30 mlm, pintu dapur di ketuk berkali2 mnybbkan semua kaku macam x bergerak n bersuara.. sampailah 5 minit, barulah si man sahut, assalamualaikum, sapa tu!!!.. sampai 3 x, tp x de sapa yg jawab.. aku dah risau smcam dah, duk pikir mcm time tu.. rasa happy masuk rumah baru dah x de, sampaikan mood raya aku pon dah hilang.. man pesan kat kitorang, kalau apa2 hal malam ni jangan lari, lagi membuatkan aku kecut perut rasa nak terkencing.. aku nengok si man dah lelap, aku ngan si wan lak x leh sebab asik duk pikir je, aduh x tau plak aku penakut tahap ni, padahal kat kolej dulu selamba je aku lepak sorang2 time dak2 lain balik kg.. maklumlah kg aku jauh, kalau cuti seminggu 2 tu aku  x balik, duk je la sorang2 kat hostel, rasa takut dan tutup keberanian aku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Aku ngan wan x dapat tido borak2 sambil pasang radio sayup2 je, ye la x dapat nak buat apa lagi.. tido x leh, siap wan cakap aku x yah tido pon x pe, esok siang kite tido, aku iakan aje lah.. tengah layan isma halil time tu, dah jam 2pagi kot, tiba2 remote suis kipas yg pusing 0 ke 5 tu berpusing sendirik.. mata aku pandang je, tapi sambil baring kat tilam.. pusing2 kejap ke 2 kejap ke 5 kejap ke 0, sudah aku x tau nak buat apa dah.. tp kaki aku sibuk sepak2 si man yg sedap tido sampaikan dia celik la nengok sendiri kes tu.. yg aku x tahan tusi man gi jerit HOI!, aduh… baru la berenti, x pasal2 dia pon x leh nak tido.. berjaga la kitorang time tu sambil dengar radio sayup2, xempat si wan call family dia cerita, pastu bapak dia janji nak datang esok tengok2kan umah tu.. legalah hati kitorang time tu sebab harap2 ni adalah terakhir sebelum esok abah si wan datang mengubat umah ni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Jam 3.30, tiba2 dengar lak bunyi tapak kaki kat dari dalam bilik aku di main room, rumah tu main roomnye kat depan tengah2, tempat dinding kitorang bersandar tu la main room.. dengar bunyi tapak kaki macam orang tengah berlari2, man yg tengah baring terus menyandar kat dinding, aku lak terus kaku x tau nak buat apa.. dah serah takdir je time tu kalau dah dia nak nampakan diri pon aku redha je dah..huhuhu.. bunyi tapak kaki tambah kuat seperti ramai lak yg belari2 kat bilik tu, wan kuatkan radio time tu si isma halil tengah pasang lagu jaket biru, die x nak dengar bunyi tu.. tp x pasal2 lak bunyi tapak kakit tu lebih kuat dan betambah dekat dengan kitorang, rasa2nya dah dekat ngan pintu, dah la pintu tu x bertutup, mmng saja x nak tutup dan lampu terang benderang di semua bilik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Wan x puas hati, dia kuatkan lagi lagu tu sket.. aku dah siap bekelubung ngan selimut sambil baring, baru je si wan kuatkan bunyi radio dengan suara budak2 gelak, bukan sorang tapi ramai.. man yg tekejut terus bediri dan azan, wan aku x tau dah buat apa, tapi aku dah tutup muka aku ngan selimut time tu, dah x tau apa berlaku.. masa si man azan tu aku leh dengar suara kanak2 tu tambah dekat seolah2 berada di sebelah aku, maybe aku berkelubung tu jadi bunyi jauh jadi idekat.. tp entah la, man azan sampai lebih 15x, sampai la bunyi gelak dan tapak kaki tu x de… sedar2 dah jam 5.30, x tau la brapa lama masa tu.. abis si man bang, aku pon pelan2 buko selimat sebab ingatkan benda tu dah x de.. aku rasa macam jantung nak jatuh nengok2 bayang2 budak2 umur dalam 6-7 tahun melayang2 kat atas kepala man.. sambil memegang mancis api kayu yg menyala, aku mmng kaki kali ni sebab x tau nak buat apa2 dah.. aku dah jadi batu x tau apa tejadi dah time tu, aku rasa macam terpaku lama sebelum man sambung bang sekali lagi.. aku sempat nampak si wan dah mata terbeliak mmndang ke atas x begerak, sama mcm yg aku alami tadi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Aku pun tiba2 rasa mata dah gelap semacam, aku hanya dengar man laungkan azan berkali2, aku semacam lemas.. berkali2 aku gamit si man dan wan tp diorang buat x reti, maybe prasaan aku.. aku cuba lawan dengan membaca ayat kerusi tp x mau gak.. aku x tau apa jadi kat aku time tu, yg aku tau aku lemas dan duniaku gelap, aku tarik napas panjang2 dan aku paksa mata aku celik dan sebut Allahuakbar banyak kali sampai la aku sedar, dah time tu aku nengok si wan dah keras sejuk tp meronta2 dengan mata tejegil si man plak bediri x de buat apa2 dah.. azan pon dah x kuar dari mulutnya, aku sentap diorang berdua sampailah diorang tekejut dah si wan sempat menjerit kata lehernya dicekik.. sambil dia tebatuk2.. man lak cam aku gak rasa lemas, tarik napas panjang2 pastu.. maybe wan rasa macam tercekik sebab diakan ada asma, jadi lemas tu mnybbkan dia tecekik… man x dapat tahan marah terus menjerit cabar bende tu, aku lak ganti azan kali ni... abis azan aku nengok kat luar dah ada cahaya matahari, aku ajak diorang kluar sebab time tu dah 6.30am.. aku x tau apa jadi 30 minit kitorang lemas... ni barulah permulaan.. nanti aku sambung balik cerita ni ye.. kes jadi teruk selepas ayah si man bawak pawang ubat umahh ni…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Kitorang duk kat luar tu sampailah hari cerah, aku rasa dah jam 8am time tu, x de sorang pon brani masuk ke dalam umah.. mulut sorang2 terkunci sbb masih tekejut, x tau apa nak di cakapkn dah.. sesekali dengar si wan batuk2, pastu kata kat pergelangan lehernya sakit macam dicekik, tapi mmng lehernya merah dan berbirat, aku ngan man x de lak kesan cam dia tu.. aku rasa kitorang semua macam tekejut lagi ngan kes semalam tu, sebab inilah kali pertama aku ngan wan alami, tp si wan dah biasa duduk mrsm jadi dah  biasa kes macam ni.. tp kali ni lagi teruk sebab ia seperti menyerang secara fizikal secara tidak langsung walaupun x de dari kami yang cedera kecuali si wan yg batuk2 mendakwa di cekik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Porut lak dah lapar, nak kuar gi beli makan kat restoran tapi wallet ngan kunci motor kat dalam umah, man yang paling berani pon x berani dah nak masuk.. aku pujuk man supaya masuk sama2, sebab dah lapar sangat ni sejak malam tadi x makan, hanya sempat makan dunky donut yg ada jual kat luar makro tu.. tapi baru je nak melangkah masuk, tiba2 radio berbunyi kuat rasa bergegar rumah sebab bergema, aku berundur lari kebelakang sebab ku ingat man pon berlari tp x sangka lak man cam orang gila gi jerit2 ngamuk kat dalam umah tu.. aku ngan wan x tau nak buat apa, si man dah memaki hamun bende tu kat dalam umah, aku risau je kang di lak kene sampuk ke hapa.. wan x nak masuk, aku belari ke dalam gak gagahkan diri risau jadi apa2 kat si man, tp alhamdullilah x de apa sambil dia bercekak2 pingang kat dalam umah tu, aku offkan radio, x de apa2 yg berlaku.. buka pintu rumah besar, pintu depan, belakng, tingkap, pintu bilik sume kitorang buka luas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Masa nak beli makan pon problem, sebab motor ada 1 je, so hanya ber2 je leh pegi, x kan sorang nak tunggu kat umah tu, hai x sanggup aku.. last2 man je yg kuar beli nasi lemak, aku ngan wan duduk kat tepi jalan rumah berdepan ngan umah sewa.. sambil2 tu aku borak la ngan wan, apa jadi malam tadi yg dia terjegil mata tu.. dia cerita dia nampak bayang budak2 melayang2 kat atas kepala man sambil bakar rambut man dengan mancis.. tapi bayang2 tu x puas hati sebab x dapat bakar rambut man, bayang2 tu ketuk kepala man berganti2 yang sedang laungkn azan, ketuk ngan pemetik api sampailah man teduduk.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Pastu wan nampak kepala si man pecah dan darah menyembur2, tu yg matanye tejegil x leh dan badannye mengigil ketakutan.. pastu baru bende tu serang aku, wan nampak bende tu bakar mata aku dengan api, sebelum salah satunya mencekik si wan.. tu la yg si wan ceritakan kat aku dan buat aku terkedu.. tapi alhamdulillah mungkin itu perasaan si wan saje, sebab x de apa2 kecederaan fizikal pada aku ngan si man mcm yg wan cakap.. tp ada logiknya kalau difikirkan balik apa yg wan saksikan, sebab tiba2 aku rasa dunia gelap gelita, sebelum aku berjaya melawan meronta berkali2, tapi aku rasa lebih ½ jam aku bergelut, aku pon x tau apa jadi dalam ½ jam yang hilang tu (aku rasa lemas).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Pagi tu kitorang makan nasi lemak kat luar rumah je, walaupun rumah dah terbuka luas, tp hati kitorang kuat kata x nak masuk, mungkin trauma.. tunggu family man datang dr sepang lama sangat, yelah nak bawak pawang hebat dr banting kononnya.. jam 11.30am barulah family si wan datang sampai 3 kereta, sume adik bradik dia datang nak tengok sendiri agaknye.. turun2 je dari keta pawang tu dah  geleng2 kepala, umah apa korang duduk ni.. sambil2 tu salam ngan kitorang, kata namanya tok sheikh, salam2 je kata semangat kitorang dah kene tarik.. kene seru balik, aku sampai skng x paham apa maksud tok sheikh tu.. kitorang kene suh masuk dalam van, hanya tok sheikh ngan ayah si man je yg masuk ke dalam.. belum masuk baru kat pintu grill, radio yg plugnya aku dah cabut tiba2 terpasang kuat menyebabkan adik bradik si man bertempiaran lari masuk ke kereta.. dah la lagu India, maybe time thr raga kot, ntah la aku pon x tau.. dng radio kuat bunyi pon dah lari, byngkn klau tau yg radio tu plugnya x bersambung..mmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Lama gak tok sheikh kat dalam umah tu, ayah si man hanya nengok dari luar sebab dia pon aku rasa dah gegar lepas cuba offkan radio tp plug x sambung.. dalam van sume tekunci mulut, anak2 buah si man yg kecik2 sume ketakutan, apelah kes2 camni bawak anak2 kecik lak, x pasal dak2 tu skali trauma.. x lama pastu aku nengok tok sheikh kuar sambil menjinjing anak patung beruang yg coklat besar tu, mau je mata aku tejojol kuar nengoknye.. mana x nye, kitorang bertiga sendiri yg buangnya semalam siap masukan dalam plastik sampah hitam pastu ikat.. masukan dalam tong sampah kat depan umah, man dan wan aku tengah tido2 ayam aku cuit suh nengok  apa yg tok sheikh jinjing tu.. wan hanya mengucap je cam x caya, man lak terus meluru gi tong sampah nengok ada x anak patung tu kat dalam tong sampah.. dia jerit2 panggil aku, ada la kat dalam ni, tu yg lain.. aku belari nengok, ye tul ada, jadi aku ambik dan buka la plastik tu, tp aku tekejut sebab berat, aku check kat dalam tu bukannya anak patung yg ada tapi tu hanya batu-bata yg aku gunakan untuk menyanggah pintu2 bilik supaya x tertutup dengan baju2 kotor kitorang yg letak dalam bilik air.. aku x leh nak cakap apa dah.. camner leh dalam tu lak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Tok sheikh datang2 kat kitorang marah2 sebab x buang bende ni, aku dah x tau nak cakap apa2 dah, semua man yg jawab.. waktu tu gak tok sheikh tu pagar rumah kitorang, tabur garam kasar dan air penawar ke hape ntah.. sambil2 tu family man beli makanan kat restoran dan buat kenduri kat umah tu, buat kenduri kesyukuran masuk rumah baru.. tiba2 rasa lapang umah tu, x de la gangguan mcm malam semalam.. kitorng berharap semua dah settle, sebab esok isnin, adik bradik si man semua balik kecuali ayah ngan maknye yang dah pencen.. yelah diorang nak pastikan betul2 selamat, pastu diorang pon risau dengan keselamtan anak diorang.. hari ahad ke isnin tu x de apa2 berlaku, aku yg mula ragu2 skng dah mula rasa selamat.. sampailah hari khamis siang ayah ngan mak si man duduk kat umah tu, langsung x de perkara pelik berlaku lagi.. so khamis petang tu mak ayah si man nak balik, tp sebab pikirkan dah jam 6 pm time tu, hujan lebat lak tu, ayah si man x confident nak drive keta balik sepang walaupun dekat je.. dah berusia, mata pon x terang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Khamis malam jumaat tu la bende tu datang balik, disaksikan sendiri oleh mak bapak si man sendirik, nanti aku sambung cerita ni lagi.. tapi kali ni lg teruk dan membahayakan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Malam jumaat tu kitorang sembahyang maghrib secara berjemaah, slepas tu baca yasin ramai2 macam hari2 sebelumnya, supaya bende tu x datng ke rumah tu dan kacau kitorang lagi.. tngh baca yasin ramai2, tiba2 pintu dapur di ketuk berkali2 menyebabkan kitorang suma terhenti mmbaca yasin, air di dalam bilik air plak mencurh2 kluar, tengah aku sibuk pandang pintu dapur yg diketuk, aku ternampak tombol air di sinki di pusing dan menyebabkan air di sinki mencurah2.. kitorang bangun beramai2 sebab ayah man suh rapat2, then kitorang tutup air di sinki dan kedua2 bilik air yg mencurah.. tp x berhasil bila air kuar balik pas kitorang tutup, nak x nak kitorang tutup suis utama di luar rumah.. tu je lah cara, ayah man call tok sheikh yg bende tu datang balik, ntah apa yg dibisngkan tk sheikh, kononnya kitorang langgar pantang.. masa mengubat aritu x de lak dia cakap pasal pantang2 ni, ni baru lah nak crita pasal pantang2.. kononnya kitorang langar pantang sidai pakaian dalam rumah, dia x de pesan apa2 pon sblm ni, ye la mcm spenda ngan stoking x kan la nak jemur kat luar lak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dah puas bende tu main air, dia kacau letrik lak, dari kipas siling, kipas meja, radio sampailah ke lampu yg membuatkan aku tambah kecut.. sebab lampu terpadam kitorang pakat2 duduk kat bawah suis utama, kemudian pasangkan balik lampu.. kitorang duduk kat bawah suis tu, x de lak dia men suis dah pastu.. aku teringat lauk yg dah beli utk makan malam kat dalam pinggan kat dapur, hanya tunggu nasi masak je.. time cam ni nak makan pon dah x de slera, terbantut memikirkan benda hal macam ni.. pastu si man ngan ayahnye gi dapur ambik lauk2 tu nak ajak makan, katanya kalau badan lemah x makan lagi benda tu senang kacau kita sebab kita x de tenaga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Aku hilang slera nak makan, so aku minum aje, air limau je aku buat tadi sebab lom beli kodial lagi, lg pon buat air limau senang, limau, gula dan ais batu je, dah siap air limau sejug.. tapi aku pelik masa tuang ke gelas, aku prasan air tu jadi kuning, eh bila lak jadi color kuning, setau aku putih je tadi.. aku buka penutup jug tu, ya Allah bau hancing, dah kene kencing.. nasib baik aku prasan, kalau x mmng dah minum air kencing la gamaknye aku masa tu.. masa mak si man nak senduk nasik, dalam periuk nasi seketul najis macam najis manusia ada di dalam rice cooker.. waktu di buka rice cooker tu, nasi masih panas sebab baru masak, bayangkan lah bau najis tu semerbak ngalahkan bau nasi tu.. aku sampai kuar rumah termuntah2..manalah datangnye semua tu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sebab x tahan bau, semua makanan tu kitorang letak kat luar rumah, mmng sah semua makanan ada najis, ntah najis apa kitorang pon x tau.. tp rasanya najis manusia, duduk kat luar rumah kitorang bincang2.. esok nak cari orang pandai ngubat kat area mambau, lepas sembahyang jumaat tu cadang nak cari.. sebab tok sheikh tu x leh caya, sebab benda tu datang balik, konon2 pantang la ape lah, dah la byr rm200 untuk mengubat tu.. sibuk2 berbincang tu, dalam jam 11mlm, dengar kat ruang tamu rumah suara kanak2 gelak2 sambil dengar hentakan tapak kaki berlari2 seperti yg kitorang alami haritu.. yg nampak hanya bayangan hitam 3 orang kanak2 sambil membawa api, tapi yg herannya kali ni aku, man dan wan x nmpk, yg nampak hanya ayah ngan mak man je.. kitorang hanya dengar suara gelak budak2 je.. tiba2 mak si man menjerit, telekung tebakar, cepat2 kitorang masuk rumah takut x pasal2 umah plak yg terbakar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mmng tekejut tiba2 telekung terbakar, kitorang rapat2 gak sambil duduk kat bawah suis utama tu, heran camner telekung tu leh tebakar.. mak ngan ayah man kate diorang sendiri nampak bende tu yg bakar, tp pelik kali ni kitorang x nampak, yg nmpk hanya telekung yg berlipat tiba2 tebakar.. bunyi gelak2 tu sayup2 je pas kitorang masuk rumah tu, tp tiba2 ada baut tengik macam sesuatu hangus.. yaAllah, ayah si man menjerit nengok sejadah terbakar, time tu aku x nak pergi dapur ambik air, sebab pili air kat luar dah tutup mana aa air, aku guna air mineral dlm botol kat depan aku utk makan tadi, sambil2 aku hempas2 sejadah tu.. mmng x leh jadi kali ni, dah sampai bakar2 barang pula.. tapi kali ni aku x la setakut haritu, maybe sebab ramai, pastu ada orang tua lak tu, rasa mcm selamat sedikit walaupun ancamannye lebih bahaya.. pas sejadah, langsir pula jadi mangsa, habis tebakar langsir, kali ni si man ambik air sabun dalam baldi di bilik air, terus simbah sebab api tu jilat langsir tu cepat.. padahal kitorang dekat ngan langsir tu, sebab duduk kat depan pintu di bawah suis utama, tengok2 dah terbakar besar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Tak abis itu je, kotak2 pon abis tebakar sume, x tau lah nak buat apa lagi, last2 kitorang angkat sume barang bawak ke luar rumah, apa yg leh tebakar je semua kitorang angkut gi kuar rumah, letak kat luar pintu.. duk sibuk angkat kotak2 tu, tiba rasa asap bnyk dr dalam bilik aku, aduh!..rupanya kain pelikat yg aku buat jadi langsir tingkap dah terbakar separuh, kelam kabut aku tarik sampai tekoyak2 hujung kain tu, sebab air dah x de pili luar dah tutup, masa aku sentap aku rasa paku2 tu tepelanting dek aku sentap sekuat  hati.. time tu gak si man call uncle tuan rumah, cakap rumah tu ada masalah.. itu rumah baru mana ada masalah, uncle tu cakap la, ni bukan masalah rumah la uncle ni mslh rumah tu berhantu.. uncle tu gelak je dan jawab kalau  u nak kuar, deposit umah 2 bulan dan air letrik dia x nak bagi balik.. tu je la yg si man cakap ngan aku.. nak x nak aku cakap ngan diorang kita kene pulihkan umah ni, mana ade duit deposit nak cari rumah len dah.. rumah lain dia mintak 2+1, pastu deposit air/letrik rm200, sewa sebulan rm270..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sebab dah pagi, kesian kat mak si man yg dah cam nak demam, last choice kitorang tido dalam kereta.. tp biarkan pintu umah tu terbuka je.. tingkap pintu keta saja buka sikit, ye lah kang mati kepanasan lak. sampailah pagi subuh x de apa2 berlaku sampailah ayah si man pasang kaset ngaji kat dalam keta, so apa berlaku kat dalam umah x dengar.. mmng aku x leh lelap langsung, dah la esok tu ada kuliah, nak x nak aku pikir terpaksa la ponteng.. aku ngan si wan mmng x leh tido, x tau knape, si man dan family dia sume nyenyak tido.. dalam jam 5pagi tu, tiba2 atas keta macam dipijak2, semua terjaga sebab seperti orang meloncat2 sambil berlari2 atas kereta.. aku tunduk time tu, tiba2 aku dengar mak si man menjerit, aku pon terpandang kat cermin depan selipar aku ngan kasut si wan berjalan sendirik tapi macam di engsotkan.. si man kluar dari keta, pastu try ambik kasut ngan selipr tu dan baling ke pintu grill.. waktu tu aku leh dengar macam ada benda terhempas kat grill tu, aku x tau apa benda sebab x nampak.. tapi aku rasa mesti budak2 yg kitorang nmpk sebelum ni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Waktu tu juga ayah si man bang, dan aku baca ayat kursi kuat2, sampailah jam 6.30 hari dah nak siang.. kesian aku nengok mak si man, dah la dia ada darah tinggi dan sakit jantung, sempat la aku nengok dia macam meracau kejap sebelum suami ngan anak dia tenangkan.. jam 8.00pagi tu abah si man suh kitorang angkat2 suma barang masukan dalam keta.. habis suma betabur kat bonet keta, kecuali penyabu, baldi dan benda2 besar tu x bawak, keta manalah nak muat.. sebab x puas hati kat tuan umah, aku soledkan aje rumah tu dapur dan depan, pastu lampu dan kipas aku biar on je.. biar dia byr letrik mahal bulan nih, pastu nak masuk umah kene botong dulu soled tu, dah dia main2 kan kitorang, pastu nak pulangkan duit deposit sikit pon x de.. jumaat tu kitorang x gi kelas, pastu numpang kat umah sedara si man di bukit chedang untuk sementara waktu, susah gak la, walaupun dekat dari kolej tapi x de bas, man terpaksa ulang alik angkut kitorang 2 kali awal minggu.. sebelum menyewa kat central park dengan 2 orang lg budak kelas kitorang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;March 2002, keluar di metro pasal rumah terbakar sendiri di seremban 2.. aku dah tau kat mana tempat tu, sebab aku dah  alaminya, dah sah2 kat umah yg aku pernah sewa tu dulu... sapa ada berita pasal tu, tolong la tepek kat sini, dulu aku ada simpan keratan berita tu, tp dah nak 7 tahun berlalu, ntah mana aku letaknye.. so kepada korang sume, kalau nak sewa rumah kene pastikan rumah tu dulu, jgn main tarah je.. skali dapat umah bekas tokong x pon kuil, x ke naya.. tapi sampai skng aku x tau lagi knape ada  bayangan 3 orang budak yg bawa mancis bakar2 barang kat umah tu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jeng jeng.. takot tak takot tak? heee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Hantutera'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-2755117225436206423</id><published>2009-11-30T20:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:48:27.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;I went for PDB Teambuilding @ Negeri Sembilan from 23-25 Nov 09 - last week la. Its a 3 days 2 nights event. I'll blog about it in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing was. On my way back to KLCC that Wednesdat, my good friend Azam slash Muggle-mate slash bf-terchayunk-alolo-Syaima' sms - tanya where am I, since dia ada kat KLCC. I said sorry lah, I'm kinda tired &amp;amp; tak larat nak hangout. Oke. But later Azam tanya "tak balik Kelantan ke?" - I pun story la kisah sedih I, yang ticket bas dah habis (ni lah tebiat orang yg suka buat kerja adhoc), and if I follow Abg Long (bukan abg kandung, cousin ye) I yg from Putrajaya tu, Ahad I nak balik camne - Abg Long I terus stay back kat Kltan for his wedding the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba2. "aku ikut abg ipar aku balik kltan kut. 2 kereta. ada kosong lg. nak tumpang?". I pon TERUS CALL Azam. Excited gila nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut it short. I pun tumpang lah Azam &amp;amp; family Angah die, Kak Da. 1 kereta tu Angah Azam@Kak Da &amp;amp; hubby die Abg Mie &amp;amp; dua ninja boy mereka yg buas. 1 kereta lg kereta bujang, I ngan Azam and adik Abg Mie @ Kak Su yg ramah tamah. Abg Mie tuh drive sungguh lah hebat lah. For the 1st time Azam nampak lembab on the road bwahahaha (Syai melaporkan Azam demam terus the next day lalala :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey overall took like 13 hours for me to reach KB. ugh.. dah la I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tak tido lansung&lt;/span&gt; the whole journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. It was all sangatlah berbaloi. My cousin ramai jugak balik kampung. So memang seronok lah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acara Raya Haji Di Kampung dimulakan dengan korban lombu. hoyeah. Potong! Potong!&lt;br /&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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPNA14yTaI/AAAAAAAAAlc/RpudooHDzV4/s1600/P1030084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPNA14yTaI/AAAAAAAAAlc/RpudooHDzV4/s400/P1030084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409892991751048610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;siat lah menyiat~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPNAH3DFbI/AAAAAAAAAlM/00EmrD31sRo/s1600/P1030092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPNAH3DFbI/AAAAAAAAAlM/00EmrD31sRo/s400/P1030092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409892979395728818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ini porut lombu ye kawan2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPOK92KZzI/AAAAAAAAAlk/DlWEDM7e7oc/s1600/P1030088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPOK92KZzI/AAAAAAAAAlk/DlWEDM7e7oc/s400/P1030088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409894265197848370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Akim yg nangis time lembu nya kene sembelih. "Knape diorang potong lembu Akim...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPNAdamNrI/AAAAAAAAAlU/a_6QyaRsevY/s1600/P1030116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPNAdamNrI/AAAAAAAAAlU/a_6QyaRsevY/s400/P1030116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409892985181976242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Son Goku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPMFfGiFRI/AAAAAAAAAkk/J8rFSIXGcSg/s1600/DSC01802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPMFfGiFRI/AAAAAAAAAkk/J8rFSIXGcSg/s400/DSC01802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409891972022408466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gambar ni nanti letak dalam resume untuk submit kat calon husband mwahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cian Akim cousin ku yg 4 tahun. Balik2 cakap "Cian lembu Akim..", walaupun sambil mengunyah daging lembu ituh. Btw. Azam kata Akim tu menawan. Besar nanti mesti hensem. Kan? I pon rase camtu. Cayang lah dak tuh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day. Sabtu. Sebenarnya banyak gile jemputan ke rumah2 orang kampung - biaserla orang ajak kenduri lpas korban kan. Tapi kami remaja jiwa muda nih lari ke kota KB mwahaha (jeling kat Kak Na yg jadi ketua gerombolan inih) Berbekal kan alasan nak membeli barang2 untuk party celebrate birthday cousin kecik kitorg, dik Ila yg mencecah umur 5 tahun 30 Nov ni, kami pun ke KBmall hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPM_uJ8WjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Q7WpCgVqPx4/s1600/P1030123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPM_uJ8WjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Q7WpCgVqPx4/s400/P1030123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409892972495657522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kami gi maen bowling~~`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPMFv6HS9I/AAAAAAAAAks/l4TKWSRE7yY/s1600/P1030122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPMFv6HS9I/AAAAAAAAAks/l4TKWSRE7yY/s400/P1030122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409891976533724114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow. Tak faham nape. Ni lah score bowling paling buruk dalam hayat hidup aku. Aku tetap nak cakap. Lane 5 tu memang suwey! eh tapi tak semua bola tu aku baling - ade kasi budak2 tu yg baling (sbb score tu mmg da x buleh diselamatkan pon haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a feast malam tuh. KFC 30 ketul. Nasi goreng cina. Kek. etc. Happy jek kumpul ramai2 camnih :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPMEzYc7sI/AAAAAAAAAkc/tcvVLdX0QjE/s1600/P1030130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPMEzYc7sI/AAAAAAAAAkc/tcvVLdX0QjE/s400/P1030130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409891960286408386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday dik Ila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPMGMMHLpI/AAAAAAAAAk8/TIXORLLMc4E/s1600/P1030143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPMGMMHLpI/AAAAAAAAAk8/TIXORLLMc4E/s400/P1030143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409891984125406866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousin Mousin dari 4 family - yg kecik2 tuh 5 beradik dari Shah Alam, parents derang g Haji, maka dicampak ke kampung haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPMFziVW1I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Bht5Gvapfzk/s1600/P1030157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPMFziVW1I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Bht5Gvapfzk/s400/P1030157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409891977507724114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abg Long yg dah nak jadi bapak orang - dengan bangga nya tayang jersey Chelsea dia, baru beli semata2 match malam tuh haha. Selamat Bakal Pengantin Baru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan.. Ahad tu lah saat perpisahan.. Azam, Kak Su &amp;amp; kwn Kak Su sorang datang pick kat rumah Ayah Li ku. Time ni la Azam nampak Akim &amp;amp; kata Akim tuh menawan. pergh. haha. Journey balik took like 8 hours je. Ikot shortcut yg sangat mencabar &amp;amp; scary kot. I sampai KL about 2 3 am. Ngaaa kul 6 bangun nak g office dah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. I thank Azam &amp;amp; family Kak Da sgt2 sebab sudi tumpangkan hamba Allah ini. Tanpa mereka, sure saya beraya sorang2 kat rumah kt KL ni uhuk uhuk.. pergh haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: sedih je nak tinggal rumah Ayah Li ku ituh.. sob sob.. Tho it was a very short stay, I had such a great time. Saya Sayang Kampung Saya! hiyaaak!&lt;br /&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/5379568135299856951-2755117225436206423?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/2755117225436206423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=2755117225436206423&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2755117225436206423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/2755117225436206423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2009/11/selamat-hari-raya-aidil-adha.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SxPNA14yTaI/AAAAAAAAAlc/RpudooHDzV4/s72-c/P1030084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-1701488817939047504</id><published>2009-11-27T18:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:07:17.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harap Maklum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sila maklum bahawa apabilasanya saya sedang berasa sedih dan/atau marah, saya tidak mem belog. Tapi macam pernah jugak kan? Hurm. If I'm blogging it out tuh, means I'm over it la biasanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa saya tak mem belog bila emo? Sebab saya tak nak ter maki hamun orang dalam belog saya. Saya tak mahu ada yg terasa hati - walaupun mungkin saya tak state the name. Saya tak mahu mengadu domba. Saya tak suka orang kesian / simpati pada saya. Dan rasanya the ultimate reason is simply because tak ada mood nak menulis bila ngah emo tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka. Tuan2 &amp;amp; Puan2 boleh lah faham kenapa saya tidak mem belog for the past (almost) 3 weeks kot. Ada lah tuh. Hmm.. Sedih.. Tapi nak buat macam mana.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih. sedih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demikian lah kisah sedih saya. Harap Maklum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nota kaki: susahnye hati tak boleh luah kesedihan ini huhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5379568135299856951-1701488817939047504?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1701488817939047504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=1701488817939047504&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1701488817939047504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/1701488817939047504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2009/11/harap-maklum.html' title='Harap Maklum'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-4908703400224408812</id><published>2009-11-10T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:41:15.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Housemates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So its official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is Housemates Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. its the only day when the 3 of us would put aside any others events/dates, just to go back home early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. its the only day all 3 of us will go back from the office at the same time, riding the LRT together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Svl1QvRuErI/AAAAAAAAAkM/iIG6ZlbMoEA/s1600-h/Image878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Svl1QvRuErI/AAAAAAAAAkM/iIG6ZlbMoEA/s320/Image878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402478158436766386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tak tau kenapa harini mcm excited sgt, dlm sesak2 LRT ptg tu (tapi ktorg dpat seat lpas station Setiawangsa), kami dgn x tau malu nye ambik self-portrait pic - credit to Deliza's hp haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. most importantly.. its PASAR MALAM day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Svl1Q3zQ3lI/AAAAAAAAAkU/NR8hcHbdCkU/s1600-h/Image880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Svl1Q3zQ3lI/AAAAAAAAAkU/NR8hcHbdCkU/s320/Image880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402478160724942418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tengok 3 minah tak senonoh ni. naik je kereta, lock pintu, makan ice cream goreng dulu! *excited nih excited!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh oh I love the offerings from pasar malam! macham2! murah lak tuh. maka kami org bujang nak berjimat nih mmg suke lah! oh sgt rindu dgn pasar malam kat Taman Maju every Rabu tuh. Berduyun2 budak UTP &amp;amp; UiTM Seri Iskandar pergi &lt;s&gt;cuci mata&lt;/s&gt; beli food. dan kadang2 tudung. dan rubic. dan pencil box. dan getah ikat rambut. dan tepung gomak. dan macam2 lagi lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Iyea people. Jangan ajak saye date hari Selasa, bcos its my Housemates Day! oh &amp;amp; every Rabu saya ade commitment to my division - the so-called Retail Club, where we have evening jogs every Wed after office dkat KLCC Park tuh. So. Iyea, jgn ajak saye date hari Rabu jugak. Hari2 lain boleh consider (ceh ceh!) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Luck my fellow UTPians! for your FINAL finals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially the Engineers of Batch Jan'05 - cheers! You're graduating! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially again to my ex-housemates yg hot, house &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V5K-T4&lt;/span&gt; - how I miss spending the ribut final exams dengan korg :( walaupun kite tak sama course semua, tapi itulah yg buat friendship kite lagi colorful kan? miss you girls~` &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5379568135299856951-4908703400224408812?l=bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/4908703400224408812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5379568135299856951&amp;postID=4908703400224408812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4908703400224408812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5379568135299856951/posts/default/4908703400224408812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-housemates.html' title='About Housemates'/><author><name>izza`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09619244871331631498</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/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/TNY89yMN8RI/AAAAAAAABNw/CxTmq4DfLWg/S220/Nurulizza+Ab+Rahman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Svl1QvRuErI/AAAAAAAAAkM/iIG6ZlbMoEA/s72-c/Image878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379568135299856951.post-3545189009665399462</id><published>2009-11-09T20:24:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:31:18.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have the Sawan for Discounts &amp; Cats. How?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mari dengar (or baca) ceritera ku untuk weekend baru ini yang julung-julung kali terjadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My parents came over to KL this recent weekend. They had an award dinner to attend, @ Royale Chulan Hotel. I thought hotel korok mane la pulak HLG buat event ni, tak pernah dengar pun. But eh, rupenye aku yang korok ketinggalan zaman. Its a new hotel in the very heart of KL - just opened in March 2009 kot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Svga5DO6qOI/AAAAAAAAAj8/bYAr3tzIWc4/s1600-h/Image0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Svga5DO6qOI/AAAAAAAAAj8/bYAr3tzIWc4/s400/Image0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402097320453646562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mum &amp;amp; I, with our favorite flower :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That Friday, my parents came over to KLCC to chill je la. They came Thursday lagi, &amp;amp; the dinner thingy was only 1 night. So the remaining days is to just lepak2 la. Biaser la orang da pencen ni kan. Cool kan tua2 still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;chillin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; (haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So. Once its 5pm++, I called my mum asking where they're at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"chai Isetan, Samsonite yew sale!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ujar ibuku in Mandarin. translation: "kat Isetan ni, Samsonite ada sale!" So. Iyea. My family are somehow planning for a vacation this end of the year. But still unconfirmed due to H1N1 &amp;amp; also the travel agent's arrangement. Somehow. Unplanned (as usual). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;ee chomel nye beg tuh! eh eh siap ade anak2 die lagi~. eee SALE 50% ko0ot~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and.. I pun TERbeli the luggage bag. &amp;amp; oh siap match ngan 1 travel bag yang I konon2 berimpian nak jadikan beg gym, wah wah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But seriously. Those 2 bags, after discount, it costed like RM105 and RM75 je! like OMG.. takkan taknak beli ko0ot~! dah la chomel nak mati. haa mula la keluar sawan i bile nampak discounts &amp;amp; sales nih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The following day (Saturday), we checked out from Royale Chulan, checked in The Legend hotel pulak. We love to stay there sebab its like very accesible &amp;amp; next to The Mall (lagi bhaye actually sbb bnyk lg la shopping gamaknye kan). So. Iyea. That night jalan2 sane, Parkson pulak on sale.. &amp;amp; it was Hush Puppies punye luggage bags oke! Keluar lagi sawan I.. TERbeli lah lagi 1 luggage bag..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Svga5iCC3xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Rrfix2O7qoc/s1600-h/08112009896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Svga5iCC3xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Rrfix2O7qoc/s400/08112009896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402097328721157906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak faham motif aku beli semua luggage bags nih, padahal tuh luggage bag merah gabak besar kat blkg tu + 2 more bags dah menyemak kat bilik kot. Tapi chomel kaan beg hitam bunga2 nieh~~ XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ockay enough about my sawan. That Saturday, we went to our relative's house in Shah Alam. My aunt &amp;amp; her husband is going for Hajj soon. Last2 week dah jadi bibik dah tolong2 time she buat kenduri. Ni saja la bawak my parents along. The next day, Sunday, we invited them for breakfast at the hotel pulak. Datang la Cik Yah &amp;amp; Uncle Jailani with his 6 children - ranging from tadika up to form 2. These are my cousins yang sangat2 baik &amp;amp; well behaved as I storytelled in &lt;a href="http://bitter-izza-sweet.blogspot.com/2009/09/beraya-di-kelantan.html"&gt;this previous post &lt;/a&gt;la. Ala sayang takde ambik pics dengan dorang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Even more lucky for us, that Sunday, there was THIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Svga48ysCcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/A7wO7y875Ng/s1600-h/08112009870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/Svga48ysCcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/A7wO7y875Ng/s400/08112009870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402097318724635074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;International Cat Show! *tepuk tepuk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh oh how excited I was, as I led the scout team of 6. Berderet lah jalan budak2 tuh belakang I while I hold hands with the youngest, Ila, 5 yrs old. Seronok je rase dah jadi adult yang trusted by other parents to watch over their (SIX!) kids. Dah la budak2 ni pun semua stok2 sayang kucing gak. So, the 7 of us pun merayap into the The Putra Place in The Mall, 4th floor tuh. It was like in a big hall la. &amp;amp; there were dozens of 'mini tents' on tables, properly arranged in lines in the hall. People were from all over the world! Hong Kong, Thailand, Indonesia, &amp;amp; mat mat saleh dari dunnowhere. Malaysians too ofcourse. The contestants? From all sorts of breed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now let the picturesque do the talking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Note: Sakit hati GILA tak bawak my Lexie! argh! Sorry for the low-quality pics - taken with my phone's camera je X(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;(P/S: Lexie is the nickname for my LX3 camera. sexy tak nama dia? haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgaSQFxtcI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UZbf6pVguXs/s1600-h/08112009829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgaSQFxtcI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UZbf6pVguXs/s400/08112009829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402096653890074050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;the hall where the Cat Show was held in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgaS-V2aVI/AAAAAAAAAjs/CqjOMiZrTCo/s1600-h/08112009826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgaS-V2aVI/AAAAAAAAAjs/CqjOMiZrTCo/s400/08112009826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402096666305522002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;kitty in fancy zebra-print 'tent'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgaSU4YVZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/vM4LGrYdwwQ/s1600-h/08112009828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgaSU4YVZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/vM4LGrYdwwQ/s400/08112009828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402096655176062354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;lady touching up her Maine Coon cat before another round of judging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgaSABsVKI/AAAAAAAAAjM/KXI9nuzdNFU/s1600-h/08112009830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgaSABsVKI/AAAAAAAAAjM/KXI9nuzdNFU/s400/08112009830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402096649577976994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;dad admiring the kucing (aiyo mind the perut haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgZ2Nvm_KI/AAAAAAAAAjE/J5vs4DALqH0/s1600-h/08112009831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgZ2Nvm_KI/AAAAAAAAAjE/J5vs4DALqH0/s400/08112009831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402096172223888546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG look at this Maine Coon... macam nak lap kaki je kat perut die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgZ1iR8kPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/t6ecLvdGybc/s1600-h/08112009833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgZ1iR8kPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/t6ecLvdGybc/s400/08112009833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402096160556749042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;kucing ni manje gile nak mati kat tuan dia~ sangat suwiitt~~`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgZ1TZOtFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/9flElw_grC8/s1600-h/08112009834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgZ1TZOtFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/9flElw_grC8/s400/08112009834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402096156560766034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;she won the 3rd place for Best Household Pet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgZ1ID6K4I/AAAAAAAAAis/vAFQNotKlNY/s1600-h/08112009837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgZ1ID6K4I/AAAAAAAAAis/vAFQNotKlNY/s400/08112009837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402096153518549890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;oh oh kucing nii cool gile~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgZ0zPyItI/AAAAAAAAAik/UnXZaJhmPQs/s1600-h/08112009838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgZ0zPyItI/AAAAAAAAAik/UnXZaJhmPQs/s400/08112009838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402096147931210450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;ni pun mcm best jadikan pengelap kaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgZMYVphoI/AAAAAAAAAic/uwoUtsW8lQY/s1600-h/08112009842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgZMYVphoI/AAAAAAAAAic/uwoUtsW8lQY/s400/08112009842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402095453513287298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;sangat diva kucing nih, dengan ekor die yg sangat berlagak2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgZMAg5XAI/AAAAAAAAAiU/SXqHjLHfcTc/s1600-h/08112009843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgZMAg5XAI/AAAAAAAAAiU/SXqHjLHfcTc/s400/08112009843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402095447118011394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;kitties getting tired over the hectic routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJiWmlQ0ICE/SvgZL3S-IPI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1AkoSDz-C2c/s1600-h/08112009844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;
