<?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-8229355036623566679</id><updated>2011-08-21T21:57:36.836+08:00</updated><category term='2010;'/><category term='Guilt;'/><category term='the other meaning of friendly;'/><category term='Jalan-jalan while reggae-ing;'/><category term='A distant relative and Cupcakes;'/><category term='Happy 9th Birthday'/><category term='Yamin(:'/><category term='one last and never again;'/><category term='Titis demi titis jatuh ke bumi;'/><category term='awkward-ness;'/><category term='for so long;'/><category term='we are the NINJA TURTLES;'/><category term='Rindu Serindu Rindunya;'/><category term='no no motorbikes;'/><category term='Cakap Pasal Remaja;'/><category term='otak sort siket;'/><category term='Honour Roll;'/><category term='Portraits of life;'/><category term='be my umbrella;'/><title type='text'>Certainly, there's someone who cares about you.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-3101687727755436826</id><published>2010-11-24T02:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T02:25:35.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for so long;'/><title type='text'>In the longest time;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My intention was to just browse through it. My eyes went over the few lines of his words of thoughts. I kept reading it. The more I read it, the more intrigued I felt. Those simple words were weaved into beautiful sentences, that somehow, it stopped me from doing my other work. Definitely, they are food for thought. And those words that were expressed certainly had moved me. A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; Yes, he inspired me to start blogging. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-3101687727755436826?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3101687727755436826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=3101687727755436826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/3101687727755436826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/3101687727755436826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-longest-time.html' title='In the longest time;'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-527482127315312879</id><published>2010-05-30T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T02:59:53.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Titis demi titis jatuh ke bumi;'/><title type='text'>In the Lonely Night :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't be always smiling, being a hyper girl like no ending. No, I too have that soft side of me. The weak side of me which i myself find it difficult to fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppress. Suppress. Suppress. It's been for so long I've been surpressing everything in me. It's all bottled up, becoming into a volcano waiting to erupt. I can take it no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, you know it's going to happen someday. Sooner or later. But whatever it is, I'll pray to Allah that you're always fine and happy regardless of whom you befriend. But like I said just now, you know it's gping to happen. And I'm already preparing myself for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Di Dalam Sepi Itu - Sudirman&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terasa diri ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terpinggir di batas nan sepi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tak sesiapa menemani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Di dalam sepi itu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kembali ku mengingati mu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lalu hati jadi rindu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku terperangkap dalam diri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku terpedaya oleh mimpi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku dikejari bayang-bayang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keterpaksaan menyiksakan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lama ruang hati kekosongan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lama ku menangis sendirian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lama hanyalah hitungan masa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tak terluntur kenangan indah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Di antara kita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Di dalam sepi itu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bertakhta bayangan dirimu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mencengkam sanubariku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-527482127315312879?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/527482127315312879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=527482127315312879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/527482127315312879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/527482127315312879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-lonely-night.html' title='In the Lonely Night :('/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-4653445725534224393</id><published>2010-01-17T00:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:44:58.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no no motorbikes;'/><title type='text'>vespa;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salam everybodehhh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just now, I saw this dark blue Vespa at the carpark. So sweet, so pretty, so classy. Hahaha. Soon after that, I exclaimed to my mum, "Mak! The Vespa's so pretty! Can I take a motor licence? Pretty please!" Then she said, "No no! No nonsense!" Haiyaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427377901028535170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S1Hrcgyca4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/L0fzJIAh2kc/s400/29150_0_1_2_lx%2520150_Image%2520credits%2520-%2520Vespa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lawa, kan? Lawa, kan? Mcm motor orang-orang dulu! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously, she wouldn't want me to ride bikes. I mean, motorbikes. Same goes for my dad. Howells, its okay. I can feel my parents. I know why they wouldn't want me to ride bikes. Simply, riding bikes is very dangerous. That's what many people say. And I feel that way too. It's just that I have some interest in bikes, you know. I like Vespas &amp;amp; Scrambler kecik (smaller version Scrambler). Hmm, I don't know what's the model for Scrambler kecik. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nevermind then, in 2 weeks' time, I'll turn 18. Motor licence, here I come! Hahahaha! Eh no, I wouldn't take that licence without my parents' blessings. Cause, without your parent's blessings, anything can happened. Anything BAD can happened. I'm sure you guys wouldn't want that to happen to you right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tanpa restu ibu bapa, siapalah kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nights everybodehhh! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-4653445725534224393?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4653445725534224393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=4653445725534224393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/4653445725534224393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/4653445725534224393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/vespa.html' title='vespa;'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S1Hrcgyca4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/L0fzJIAh2kc/s72-c/29150_0_1_2_lx%2520150_Image%2520credits%2520-%2520Vespa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-6568868981545546112</id><published>2010-01-16T03:11:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T04:11:07.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the other meaning of friendly;'/><title type='text'>friendly must be friendly;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S1DEYC7ud3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Sx8fy0lKVo8/s1600-h/syaffff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427053468364732274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S1DEYC7ud3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Sx8fy0lKVo8/s400/syaffff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salam everybodehhhhh! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's already 16th January. Gosh, Silat friendly with NYP in a week's time. 23rd January is the day. Hopefully, I can perform much better this time; I hope even better than my performance during friendly with TP. Cause, during TP friendly, I was kinda using so much of my punches that I didn't use my &lt;em&gt;long legs&lt;/em&gt; to my advantage. Certainly, being tall and having long legs will provide you with many advantages. Hmm, that's what most people say. And, and I have long legs with length of 92cm! Long, rightttt? I know. Hahah! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below shows my friendly match with my opponent from TP on 24th December last year. I was in the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; team &amp;amp; she was in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; team. She's good, you know! Cause she always got hold of my legs and would try to make me fall. Always. Countless times. Haiyaaa. Powerlah! Also, each time I hit her vest, I tend to run away. Hello, this is not about being a coward okay! This is just a strategy called 'hit-and-run'. (I'm trying to defend myself here. Haha!) Nevertheless, I'm happy cause I could make a succesful sapuan that eventually brought her to the floor. Okay, sapuan means the sweeping of the leg. (Yeah, indeed a successful sapuan. But my shin has to pay the price for it. A lump and a lebam! Haha, sakit gileee dok!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to beloved Suriyani who made a favour by recording this match for me. And not to forget, thank you to the cornermen, Talhah &amp;amp; Wandi for the guidance and also, to all SP Silat peeps who were there for me; motivating &amp;amp; encouraging me to carry on with this friendly battle. From the bottom of my heart, I appreaciate it very much. Love you guys alot-alot lah! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-df9e97bf77541af9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddf9e97bf77541af9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1790D97CCA88E53AA70FF49A30C1E973DA1E505F.1C1568DE1673E0637F58AE6DE843F0A792E66570%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddf9e97bf77541af9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DevzKnstkdOslSM1WfoGt-ZR793I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddf9e97bf77541af9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1790D97CCA88E53AA70FF49A30C1E973DA1E505F.1C1568DE1673E0637F58AE6DE843F0A792E66570%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddf9e97bf77541af9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DevzKnstkdOslSM1WfoGt-ZR793I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the end, there was no winner or loser in the matches. Actually, the purpose of the friendly is to get yourself out of your comfort zone and to brace yourself for the actual competition. Nonetheless, at the end of the day, with a few lebams but certainly no hard feelings, it's the &lt;em&gt;experience&lt;/em&gt; that we gain. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23rd January, here I come! Brace yourself baybehhh! (Haha, macam paham!)&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/8229355036623566679-6568868981545546112?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6568868981545546112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=6568868981545546112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/6568868981545546112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/6568868981545546112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/friendly-must-be-friendly.html' title='friendly must be friendly;'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S1DEYC7ud3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Sx8fy0lKVo8/s72-c/syaffff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-8061187238956829164</id><published>2010-01-12T00:15:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:04:38.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward-ness;'/><title type='text'>Butterflies in my stomach;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You texted me.&lt;br /&gt;After for how many fateful months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, you said you want to meet me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't know what to feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elated? Awkward? Scared?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confused, I am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, you were like a brother to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we shared so many stories together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Due to some reasons, we had to go our own ways; not contacting each other anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why I'm shocked when you indeed texted me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No wonder I felt as if there were &lt;em&gt;butterflies in my stomach&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it was a sign that you would contact me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you made me had this feeling before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you're throwing this feeling back to me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just now at school, I gave Nas a dress and a handmade card as her birthday presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I was very happy to know that she liked it though it was a super-belated birthday gift. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nonetheless, its the thought that counts, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If she's happy, I'm more than happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425526165080805954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0tXTS06kkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NU5roGTmswU/s400/221009(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &amp;amp; Nasi(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here then. I'm gonna somersault to my bed now. Goodnight &amp;amp; sweetdreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace be upon you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425522083615060994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0tTluLptAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h9-KWGIzH3o/s400/7822_131563062612_694997612_2649990_5091568_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember that you're not alone in this world. We're in this together.&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/8229355036623566679-8061187238956829164?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8061187238956829164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=8061187238956829164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/8061187238956829164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/8061187238956829164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/butterflies-in-my-stomach.html' title='Butterflies in my stomach;'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0tXTS06kkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NU5roGTmswU/s72-c/221009(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-8729468612750637911</id><published>2010-01-06T19:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:23:47.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guilt;'/><title type='text'>sorry, my mind is very disoriented :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel sooo bad. And I feel that my mind is very disoriented at this very moment. I've been acting evil and naughty this past week. Haiyaaa, I don't know how to describe this feelings within myself. Syafinah, Syafinah, what is wrong with you? At one minute, you were so bubbly. And now, you were down in the dumps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity Shaz, she had gone home to take her silat stuff and then offered to take my bengkung from my house. &lt;em&gt;And she did.&lt;/em&gt; It was very, very nice of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, I'm feeling guity now. Just now during lunch, I motivated her to go for silat training but in the end, it was me who didn't. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my,guilt is killing me. Please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shaz, I'm really sorry. Cause you&lt;br /&gt;did make an effort to go all the way to my crib just to take my bengkung.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, thanks alot yeah babe. &lt;br /&gt;To others, this may be a petty issue. But to me, it's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/8229355036623566679-8729468612750637911?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8729468612750637911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=8729468612750637911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/8729468612750637911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/8729468612750637911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry-my-mind-is-very-disoriented.html' title='sorry, my mind is very disoriented :('/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-4872611373749184612</id><published>2010-01-05T22:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:05:51.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be my umbrella;'/><title type='text'>and the rain falls;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She tried to hold back but failed. On the outside, it was not raining. Not even a single sign of rain. However, in her heart, it was raining. A heavy downpour, she could say. She could take it no more and thus, resigned to just let it go. One by one. Bit by bit. It flowed like a stream till it stopped. By itself. &lt;em&gt;Eventually.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that was when a scenario was starting to play in her mind...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was caught in the heavy rain. No shelters in sight, nowhere to go. And she realized, there were others who were also caught in the rain. Some were frantically running to seek for shelters while others took the opportunity playing in the rain; enjoying themselves. And the few lucky ones were slowly walking through their way under the heavy rain cause they had umbrellas ready in hand. Somehow they knew that it was going to rain that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She didn't know what to do. Whether to seek for shelter? To play in the rain? To just let herself caught in the rain? But deep down in her heart, she didn't want to be caught in the rain for long and was praying that someone would actually offer her an umbrella so atleast, she could protect herself from the rain and from there, she could reach her destination without being so drenched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and smiled. No more anxiety on her face. She knew that God was listening to her all this while cause her prayer was already answered(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423273365217393986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NWZFWevUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lt3kvMoO7Nk/s400/and_the_rain_came_down_x_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;If I'm caught in the rain, will you be my umbrella?&lt;/u&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/8229355036623566679-4872611373749184612?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4872611373749184612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=4872611373749184612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/4872611373749184612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/4872611373749184612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-rain-comes-down.html' title='and the rain falls;'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NWZFWevUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lt3kvMoO7Nk/s72-c/and_the_rain_came_down_x_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-3954254878148417104</id><published>2010-01-04T22:21:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:43:35.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one last and never again;'/><title type='text'>Yellow Armani Exchange Tee and Big Shades(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salam Alaik to all!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaaa, blogger is being very naughty for the past few days. Cause can't upload photos and stuffs. I'm not whining, but please blogger, one of my resolutions this year is to update my blog regularly (at least once in 3 days? haha). So yeah, don't dampen my spirits please. Please please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; School was okay. Very normal. Haha. Not a bad start for a new term. Hopefully, things won't go wrong for this term. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Okayokay, now let me tell you a story.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story happened on New Year Eve. A girl, her mum and sis were eating at KFC, Bugis. KFC was very packed at that time so they had no choice but to sit at the long table. You know, when you sit at the long table which has many seats, high chances that strangers may sit with you, or even, sitting beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl was queueing up to order food when a guy in yellow Armani Exchange t-shirt caught her attention. He's fair and has flawless skin. At once glance, he looked like some superstar who had alot of girl fans. But sadly, he was wearing shades. BIG shades. So the girl couldn't really see what's behind his shades, i mean, what's lying in his eyes. Nonetheless, the girls' eyes and his shades met and they smiled. &lt;em&gt;Orang kate, senyum tu sedekah.&lt;/em&gt; Direct translation: Smile is a donation? Hahaha, sorry, the translation seems very weirddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ordering, the girl had to take her own chilli sauce at the other counter. That was where she bumped into that guy. Somehow, the girl smiled to herself. It was to her surprise that the guy and his friend was sitting at the long table, next to them. Hohoho! The girl tried to regain her composure and act normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, her mum and sis were happily eating and chatting away when they heard a soft, low voice greeted them. "Assalamualaikum, korang ni orang Singapore ke?" (Peace be upon you. Are you guys Singaporeans?" The girl was stunned and her mom, being shy, asked her daughter instead to reply back to him. The Armani Exchange Guy. The superstar guy was talking to her(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the conversation started from there. He asked quite alot of qestions and the girl replied with what she could reply. From interesting places in Singapore to school stuffs to his hometown to the buildings outside the KFC and etc, the guy and the girl chatted quite alot. Infact, the girl's mum said to her before, "Don't talk to strangers." But that day, right under her nose, her daughter was happily chatting with a stranger. Hahaha. And one thing that the girl found him 'daring' was that he complimented the girl's mum by saying, " You look young. I thought you're a friend to your daughter. But don't worry Aunty. I'm just complimenting you. Hahaha." The girl chuckled after the guy said that. And smiled to herself. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of conversation, the girl could hear whispers of the guy's friend. He was whispering, "Eh. Ask her for email address lah. Or faceboook." The guy replied, "Don't want lah. Her mum is here you know." Hahaha, the girl laughed silently upon hearing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the conversation, the girl learnt that the guy in the yellow Armani Exchange t-shirt has a Diploma in Accounting. He lives in KL. His mom's hometown is in Segamat, Northern Part of Johor Bahru and has relatives in Yishun. He works in HR department and is studying part-time. See, how much more can a stranger know another stranger in less than an hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost an hour. The guy had finished eating and had to go. Before going off, his last words were, "See you again. Goodbye." In the girl's heart, "You tell me, when can I ever see you again?" Upon that, the girl's eyes followed the footsteps of the guy till he was nowhere in sight. And sadly, they didn't exchange emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, "DANG! I don't know his name. And he doesn't know my name either. Howells, what to do. I would just call him &lt;strong&gt;Armani-Exchange-Guy-at-the-KFC&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the story of the conversation between 2 strangers who didn't ask for each other's name. Yet, definitely a fruitful conversation(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank youuuuu for reading! :D&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/8229355036623566679-3954254878148417104?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3954254878148417104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=3954254878148417104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/3954254878148417104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/3954254878148417104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/yellow-armani-exchange-and-big-shades.html' title='Yellow Armani Exchange Tee and Big Shades(:'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-8288994145246717214</id><published>2010-01-03T21:48:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:45:42.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010;'/><title type='text'>revamped &amp; HAPPY 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salam Alaik everybodeh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayokay, it's been more than a month since I last updated. been quite busy, i guess. so yeah, &lt;b&gt;please&lt;/b&gt; remind me to update! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will mark the new term of school. hurhur. howells, more projects &amp;amp; assignments &amp;amp; tutorials &amp;amp; more presentations. in CCA wise, more Silat trainings and more MLS meetings. wow! brace yourself, syaf. i know you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;goodbye 2009.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hello 2010.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a nutshell, 2009 is a year whereby i learnt lots of stuff. like seriously. experience taught me. in terms of boys (haiya, don't wanna ramble on it any further), school (poly life is so so much different from secondary school. accept it beb!), religion (thanks to my beloved friends who guided me through(:) and family &amp;amp; relatives (there's always misunderstandings but with this, you'll treasure your family even more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is the year whereby many friendships are forged. my Silat peeps, my MLS mates, my classmates and even friends from other schools and kendarat and events(for example, CPR!). &amp;amp; kampung melayu! and i can feel that as the days pass, my friendship is getting stronger. Alhamdulillah! but don't worry, memories with my old friends are still etched in mind. how can i forget my girlfriends in secondary school, namely, Amirah, Syahidah, Alyssyah, Fatimah, Hanis, Syahida and many others. love you girls(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423254594891415218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NFUgcB_rI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JJ6JCaqfLyw/s400/16270_215821218317_774163317_3158401_2512021_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Above are the Silat warriors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Below are my beloved MLS mates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423254797191618290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NFgSEKHvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-ixvZT5Kttk/s400/6056_101775280838_727295838_2006744_5783941_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423254968123183634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NFqO1a0hI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-_Q4GicFWj8/s400/9121_147982768671_543168671_2524858_473957_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Above is the Kampung Melayu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Below is the Publicity Team for CPR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423255125884898034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NFzaivivI/AAAAAAAAAE0/00X1gvQgg6I/s400/13553_175475518075_69359458075_2778966_8338963_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423262225046201250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NMQo-sY6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/TPzhNG0gXbU/s400/dba+girls+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Above are my class DBA05 girlfriends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Below are my secondary school girlfriends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423256145707110354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NGuxrTj9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/-ZpYcxvedzM/s400/8228_145237008369_740983369_2663022_2853296_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;not to forget, my babes, Suriyani &amp;amp; Shazana, i love you girls too! thnks for being there for me all this while. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423256720451112834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NHQOw9D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/aa5b_zWQxJY/s400/9418_129808333741_771463741_2525578_6084559_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Above is Yani &amp;amp; me and below is Shaz-zy &amp;amp; me(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423256951085803266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NHdp8jJwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/p_4bmvQEpzs/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also to Rinma, my relatives! we had alot of jalan-jalan outings this year. hort park, chinese garden, sentosa, you name it. haha. really, i had lots of fun with you guys! with all my gerek-gerek sdare-mare, my sporting makciks-pakciks and Nenek, you guys really made my 2009 a memorable year:D&lt;br /&gt;also, to my paternal relatives and Atok, i love you guys(: as i get more mature, i feel that my bond with you guys is getting better. do pardon me cause i'm quite pemalu. haha! but insyAllah, i will mingle more with you guys:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423259244767302610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NJjKk1U9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/EhUm6e_VBxg/s400/rinma.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rinma Oi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and to both of my beloved kittens, Sayang &amp;amp; Cinta, thnks for becoming my faithful companions! :D i'm sorry if i always pull your tails and whiskers, pinch your noses and paws. sorrylah, ni tande kaseh sayang okay. hehe. but you know what (i'm telling this to Sayang &amp;amp; Cinta), everytime i hug you girls, you girls will always provide me with your warmth. and indeed makes me alot happier. thank you Sayang &amp;amp; Cinta! meow meow! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423260902218635234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NLDpEBl-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/uUMdavMC-CA/s400/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Above is Cinta &amp;amp; below is Sayang.&lt;/em&gt; Cute, aren't they?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423261400817348610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NLgqfOMAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2K2ui-MJHm4/s400/9229_152819862706_599087706_2539557_1696979_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to my family, ZNZ family, i love youuuuuuu! how can i forget my family. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423261687869938946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NLxX15HQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/P4RP52zDMyU/s400/Family+ZNZ!.jpg" border="0" /&gt; okay then, enough said. my hopes for 2010 is that i wanna be a better Muslimah, daughter, relative, grandchild, student, neighbour, pesilat, exco member for MLS and a better person as a whole. do pray for me okay(: AMIN! &lt;b&gt;thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for 2010, i do pray that all of you are happy! happy, like Mr Happy. happy 2010 hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423264544081289954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NOXoDvouI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t4bEsfatNkk/s400/colours+of+life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ya Allah, terima kasih kerana Kau panjangkan umurku dan Kau berikan ku peluang hidup untuk 2010. Terima kasih atas kesemua rahmatmu(:&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/8229355036623566679-8288994145246717214?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8288994145246717214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=8288994145246717214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/8288994145246717214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/8288994145246717214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/revamped-happy-2010.html' title='revamped &amp; HAPPY 2010!'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0NFUgcB_rI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JJ6JCaqfLyw/s72-c/16270_215821218317_774163317_3158401_2512021_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-7108878154508179299</id><published>2009-11-22T23:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:48:08.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cakap Pasal Remaja;'/><title type='text'>CPR and Publicity Team(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salam alaik!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I've been working like a bumble bee these past few days. Busy, i should say. Cause currently I'm involved in the organizing committee for &lt;em&gt;Cakap Pasal Remaja (CPR&lt;/em&gt;) or Talk About Teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, through CPR, we're trying to create the awareness about our beautiful religion, Islam, among the Malay-Muslim youths. And our main objective is to inspire &lt;strong&gt;LOVE for Allah, Rasullulah SAW and also, Ummah.&lt;/strong&gt; Ummah means community as a whole(: And who says in order to achieve this objective, we must only conduct syarahan or forum perdana. Nope. In CPR, we are trying to portray this through a drama/play whereby we believe that the message which we wanna get across will reach the teenagers more effectively. And it is more meaningful to know that the project is actually organized by Muslim youths themselves, but of course, this won't happen without the guidance from the Ustaz and Uztazah and also other personnels(: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm in the Publicity team for the CPR. My group consists of &lt;strong&gt;myself, Zahira, Sufyan, Mutallib, Mahirah, Fadhil, Syafiqah &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; Qaiyum.&lt;/strong&gt; Seriously, we are a bunch of kecoh people! Haha. They will never fail to make me laugh during every meeting. Indeed, we have so much fun but we still do our job okay! And the point I wanna make is that, certainly, I learn alot from them and CPR. I can learn much more about publications. Videos, trailers, teasers and posters. It really matters to me since I'm the Publications Officer in the SPMLS' committee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very fortunate to be part of this CPR event. Thanks to Zahira(: Now, I feel that I'm much closer to Him. Much much closer. Working with these people makes me realize more of my responsiblities as a Muslimah and also, I will try to be a better one as the days pass. Currently, I feel more at ease though work is piling up cause life now is very meaningful &amp;amp; I'm very grateful to You. Alhamdulillah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may not have started the way like others do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they can say what they want to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But thank you Allah for letting me to know these people in my life and bringing me to Your path.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; InsyAllah, I will bring myself closer and closer to You. Amin(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Allahuakbar, Allah Maha Besar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406970306187841298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Swlq2JtpTxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/EyQMs7H_anA/s400/muslimah1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-7108878154508179299?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7108878154508179299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=7108878154508179299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/7108878154508179299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/7108878154508179299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/11/salam-alaik-yeap-ive-been-working-like.html' title='CPR and Publicity Team(:'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Swlq2JtpTxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/EyQMs7H_anA/s72-c/muslimah1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-8954339043081372813</id><published>2009-11-14T00:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:43:52.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A distant relative and Cupcakes;'/><title type='text'>Related;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assalamualaikum to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guy: "Assalamualaikum. :D"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: "Wa'alaikumsalam. :)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hohoho, the guy is my distant relative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though we are related, we never talk much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But but but! We always bump into each other. &lt;em&gt;Like seriouslyyyy(: &lt;/em&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we meet, we just say 'Hi' or just give each other a nod of acknowledgement. Nothing more. And there's one thing I'm certain about; we barely know each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How I wish I can know more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey distant relative, hope to see you soon. Hope to talk to you soon. InsyAllah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403642082016187074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Sv2X2AftUsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T8KfpwDxFJY/s400/S-ya-F.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Oh yeah, I found this pic while surfing the net. My name is spelt on the cupcakes. S-Y-A-F! Cooooooool, right? And to all of you, bake me cupcakes like this, okay? Thank you very niceeeee! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-8954339043081372813?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8954339043081372813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=8954339043081372813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/8954339043081372813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/8954339043081372813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/11/related.html' title='Related;'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Sv2X2AftUsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T8KfpwDxFJY/s72-c/S-ya-F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-7262474478644617242</id><published>2009-11-13T02:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:58:39.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portraits of life;'/><title type='text'>Portraits of life;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assalamualaikum to all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Indeed, a picture says a thousand words. Depicts a thousand meanings. However, when I look at your picture, I'm speechless. And no sense knocks into me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403288593449882130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/SvxWWQ-AEhI/AAAAAAAAACw/0ZWwcLbk9L4/s400/Muslim_Couple__Lebanon__by_SDagher.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NurSyafinahZainal&lt;br /&gt;13 November 2009&lt;br /&gt;0247h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture credits to: deviantART by ~Sdagher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-7262474478644617242?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7262474478644617242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=7262474478644617242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/7262474478644617242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/7262474478644617242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/11/portraits-of-life.html' title='Portraits of life;'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/SvxWWQ-AEhI/AAAAAAAAACw/0ZWwcLbk9L4/s72-c/Muslim_Couple__Lebanon__by_SDagher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-7061995414100183829</id><published>2009-11-09T23:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:55:03.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rindu Serindu Rindunya;'/><title type='text'>Rindu Serindu Rindunya;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assalamualaikum to all;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss everyone, including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, I'm not like who I'm used to be. You know, the happy-go-lucky girl. And it took only a few seconds of Leah's time to figure out that I'm not myself today. &lt;em&gt;Thnks alot for the concern Leah. Sayang kau.(: &lt;/em&gt;But Alhamdulillah, I'm still fortunate to have Nasihah in my class. She'll always make me burst with laughter. Funny lah you Nas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my BESTFs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss SBS' day outs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;Slenge Bacin Star, Shazana&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;Step Bagus Star, Suriyani&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I reallyyy reallyyy miss them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goshhhhh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gone home with &lt;strong&gt;Shaz&lt;/strong&gt; in the longest time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cracked stupid jokes in the bus, laughed out loud like some hyenas. Cheeky hyenas. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;Talked about our life stories. Shaz yakked about her beloved Faris while I talked about almost everything under the sun. Shaz, I miss you laaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I haven't chatted on the phone with &lt;strong&gt;Su&lt;/strong&gt; for the past few days. We usually chat for at least one hour. And we can chat on the phone for hoursss. Non-stop. We always laugh. But at times, we even cried on the phone. That's us. In fact, our instinct for each other is very strong. Babe, I miss you. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To SBS;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bile mau kluar ni? Aku rindu gilerrrr ngan korang! Su, kau ajak pegi geylang pastu mkn Arnolds' kan? Set ah! Pastu kite cuci-cuci mate and hunt for tudung. Tak sabar seh aku. &amp;amp;Shaz, nnt kite pegi sane together-together eh! Tapi kau tak bole cuci mate. Nanti Faris marah. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few weeks since I really online. I miss chatting with them. Aizat, Nurin, Sahar, Syafiq A, Hadi and ramai lagi. I miss all those times when I crap with them. &lt;em&gt;Pasal silat lah, pasal bowling lah, pasal wrestling lah, macam-macam lagi. Haiyaaaa. Sedeh beb.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The saddest fact is, I can't figure why I isolate myself from MSN:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said this before;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"At least there's someone out there who is willing to ask me how am I. What am I doing. Whether I've eaten or not. Then I know that someone is concerned. Makes an effort to know what's happening to me. It means one thing; indeed someone cares for me." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rindu. Rindu serindu rindunyaaaaa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402150652220836706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/SvhLZXjEi2I/AAAAAAAAACo/3jb83D4DE8I/s400/deserted..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s The person who sat beside me just left. Would you wanna take this empty seat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-7061995414100183829?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7061995414100183829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=7061995414100183829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/7061995414100183829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/7061995414100183829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/11/rindu-serindu-rindunya.html' title='Rindu Serindu Rindunya;'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/SvhLZXjEi2I/AAAAAAAAACo/3jb83D4DE8I/s72-c/deserted..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-7149752953283269514</id><published>2009-11-09T19:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:57:43.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honour Roll;'/><title type='text'>Honour Roll(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assalamualaikum to all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, it's been quite a while since I last updated.&lt;br /&gt;And at least, there's something for me to be happy about now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402060150942392050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Svf5FgA23vI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pius-YrNpF0/s400/honour+roll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3rd in class. 18th in the whole cohort of Business Admin(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alhamdulillah, this will certainly provide me with a spur of motivation to do well in the future. And there's always room for improvement for me to work on. InsyAllah bole(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Will keep it short and sweet for now. Don't wanna ramble any further.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Takecare(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-7149752953283269514?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7149752953283269514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=7149752953283269514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/7149752953283269514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/7149752953283269514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/11/honour-roll.html' title='Honour Roll(:'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Svf5FgA23vI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pius-YrNpF0/s72-c/honour+roll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-8472867058348016413</id><published>2009-10-16T01:29:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:50:19.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jalan-jalan while reggae-ing;'/><title type='text'>Jalan, Jalan and more Jalan(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assalamualaikum to all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, these past few days had been quite busy for me. Okay fine, busy with outings i should say. You know, before school reopens on Monday, we poly students need some time to &lt;strong&gt;chillax&lt;/strong&gt;. Spend some time on the things you like to do. Or even catch up with your old primary or secondary school mates. You can do a whole lot of things to loosen up. &lt;strong&gt;Relax, man. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you can see my schedule for the past and current week. &lt;em&gt;Bacelah korang. Selamat ye..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling outing with funky-monkey mates. Hehh. Not to forget Abang NS kite, Hadi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan raya with SPSC mates! We rented a bus (NOT a minibus, haha) for the raya outing. Imagine ah! &lt;em&gt;Tapi gerek gileeee!&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan raya with Nurhayatians. &lt;em&gt;Pun gerek jgak!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday and Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duduk rumah je. Buat pape yang patot. Tolong Mak kat rumah. Chey! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillax-ed with BESTF, Suriyani and I bought some &lt;em&gt;coooool &lt;/em&gt;pants and Su bought a long dress. &lt;em&gt;Tgh sale katekan&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Then went to Nenek's. And Nenek gave me 3 kisses on both of my cheeks! &lt;strong&gt;So happy!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday (just now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke outing with &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt; Silat girlfriends, mainly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nurin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Suriyani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Zimah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Woohoo! Bestnye! &lt;em&gt;Nanti bile-bile, kite melalak lagik eh? Yelah, aku tau suare aku pecah gile.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tapi takpe, yang penting kite had fun!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday (later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to aunt's in the afternoon and going for Night-Cyling in the night &lt;em&gt;(duhh!)&lt;/em&gt; organised by Nurdeen SPMLS and SPSC! Yay, very excited(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday (tomorrow)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After Night-Cycling which will end in the Saturday morning, will go for a &lt;strong&gt;picnic&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;lepak-lepak&lt;/em&gt; at Changi Beach with relatives from Bapak's side. Very impromptu. But since it's a Public Holiday (due to Deepavali), they organise a family gathering. It's been quite long since the last time we had this kind of gathering. For the picnic, Bapak is in-charge to buy fruits. &lt;em&gt;Saje je bilang.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. And don't think will have a plunge in the sea. &lt;em&gt;Nanti sunburn oi!&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after Maghrib, my family and I will go to a Perjumpaan Raya at Nanyang CC cause Bapak's Boss' Band is performing. You understand the part 'Bapak's Boss' Band'? &lt;em&gt;Okay, kasi aku explain siket. Bapak aku nye Boss ade band. And the band will perform kat perjumpaan raya. Ade paham?&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I feel quite sad lah. Hurhur :( Cause the initial plan was to chillax, jalan-jalan with SBS-es! And &lt;strong&gt;Slenge Bacin Star, Shazana,&lt;/strong&gt; will bring &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Faris &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;along! (Big font kan? Takpe, kasi die kembang siket. Hehh.) Haiya, wasted seh. I wanna meet him. Talk to him. Kacau-kacau him with Slenge Bacin Star. Tapi tak kesampaian. :( Takpelah, lain kali ajelah. So yeah, &lt;strong&gt;Step Bagus Star, Suriyani,&lt;/strong&gt; will tag along. Tapi die takot "kacau daun." Takpelah Su, skali-skale kacau daun. And nanti kau critekan aku Faris tu orang die macam mane ye. Kirem salam die skali. :D Have fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaff, make sure kau dudok rumah! Jangan nak kluar je. Must rest btol-btol! Prepare yourself for school. Cause by this time, you'll be totally drained out. Tapi ade some plans on that day. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kalau pegi pn, mudah-mudahan lah tak pengsan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Takpelah, I'm strong!&lt;/span&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School reopens! BOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm down with a fever now. Not literally a fever but &lt;strong&gt;Reggae Fever&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Been hooked to Rebelution's and Daddy Yankee's these few days. And the song that you guys are listening to is by &lt;em&gt;Rebelution, Safe and Sound.&lt;/em&gt; Nice song, right? It's an old song actually. But listening to this song will calm me down and make me wanna groove at the same time. &lt;em&gt;Joget ah siket(:&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt;, I'm hooked to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, this is just a part from the earlier chapters in my life. So yeah, I just hope that &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt; is doing fine. Mudah-mudahan.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browsed through my sent items box the other day. I came across this message of mine. Sent to that &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt;. A part of it says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I may not have the talent to compose you a melody. I may not have the voice&lt;br /&gt;to serenade you a song. All I have are just few simple words which I weave&lt;br /&gt;into a sincere message; which I hope will be meaningful to you and brings a&lt;br /&gt;smile on your face........" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and so on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that was the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; play of words done by me, I should say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I'm never good at playing with words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392901356563090514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/StdvNgKqTFI/AAAAAAAAACY/cnfc3CHKk2E/s400/my+kite+and+i%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just a simple girl who just discovers a new love; flying kites.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-8472867058348016413?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8472867058348016413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=8472867058348016413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/8472867058348016413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/8472867058348016413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/10/jalan-jalan-and-more-jalan.html' title='Jalan, Jalan and more Jalan(:'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/StdvNgKqTFI/AAAAAAAAACY/cnfc3CHKk2E/s72-c/my+kite+and+i%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-6205218141178741891</id><published>2009-10-09T00:11:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:32:06.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='otak sort siket;'/><title type='text'>Otak sort siket;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assalamualaikum to all;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I certainly want to blog. Express myself. Let go of these feelings in me. However, right here right now, my mind is blank. Empty. Don't know what's wrong with me. And I'm someone who ain't good at playing with words. Those who know me will know it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooh, relax. Chill, man! &lt;em&gt;(Step cool je. Haha!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm not down with any sorrow here.&lt;/strong&gt; :D It's just that I wanna make the first few lines of my post abit dramatic. That's all. Cause tonight, you know, &lt;em&gt;my otak ade sort siket. Siket je, tak banyak.&lt;/em&gt; Hehh. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And since &lt;em&gt;otak pun da sort&lt;/em&gt;, let me show you some &lt;em&gt;sort &lt;/em&gt;videos about my siblings and I. Again. You may say, &lt;em&gt;"Videos lagik?"&lt;/em&gt; But too bad, I love taking videos now. Blame Shaz! Haha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 2 younger brothers, Wafiy and Yamin, have this fetish about Michael Jackson. &lt;strong&gt;Only after his death.&lt;/strong&gt; In fact, Yamin said to me the other day, &lt;em&gt;"Kak Nur, Yamin kenal Michael Jackson lepas die meninggal bile orang sume tunjok muke die kat tv."&lt;/em&gt; (Yamin only knew Michael Jackson after his death when people showed his face on the tv.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmh, lumrah manusie katekan. Bile orang tu maseh ade, sume nak kutok-kutok. Bile da takde, sume baru nak sedar betape berhargenye orang tu pastu menangis tak berlagu. Tak bole nak cakap ape lah kan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This video was taken on the first day Raya. While trying to kill time waiting for my uncle and his family, in his green &lt;em&gt;baju kurung, samping &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; capal&lt;/em&gt;, Bapak showed the guys on how to do MJ's grooves. Actually, he looked like some penguin to me. Oooopss! ;) I also tried to do moonwalk here but FAILED! It looked more like Malay Dance moves. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fdf0bd19adf28af0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfdf0bd19adf28af0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BA2034DA8F8709909A25AF3148FF88C88A509F9.5DF9DB68709D8246551EEFD0DDD5CB42237DA0C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfdf0bd19adf28af0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQyxc5f0N_tqJ2ILhRSqb9j0Zbkw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfdf0bd19adf28af0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BA2034DA8F8709909A25AF3148FF88C88A509F9.5DF9DB68709D8246551EEFD0DDD5CB42237DA0C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfdf0bd19adf28af0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQyxc5f0N_tqJ2ILhRSqb9j0Zbkw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another video here. Showing the guys trying to do MJ's trademark. "Ouuuuwww!!" Haha, so funny. And Wafiy sang a jiwang song too. &lt;em&gt;Then the rest cume tambah-tambah je.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Macam nilah jadinye bile sume takde keje nak buat.&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, the audio seems not to be in sync with the video. Hmmh, sorry for that. But go watch alright!(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-104b2107802bf602" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D104b2107802bf602%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C77FFFB553B4FCC6012A31E4B3D5620646E5CC2.707030D38F3346AEE28F1A8954F06E71B8018EE4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D104b2107802bf602%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ0_FGB58Tu00v6ErGRY2AYnVNQI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D104b2107802bf602%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C77FFFB553B4FCC6012A31E4B3D5620646E5CC2.707030D38F3346AEE28F1A8954F06E71B8018EE4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D104b2107802bf602%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ0_FGB58Tu00v6ErGRY2AYnVNQI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okayokay, I think I'm yakking too much about my siblings and I. So InsyAllah, besok luse, I'll yak about my babes. Shazana, &lt;em&gt;my Slenge Bacin Star&lt;/em&gt; and Suriyani, &lt;em&gt;my Step Bagos Star. B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;tol kan Su? Kau slalu step bagos kan? Hehehe. ;) Baekkk ah! Due-due SBS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And tomorrow gonna play bowling with SP mates at CDANS. Can't wait to bowl! Can't wait to show off my bowling skills! &lt;em&gt;Actually, ni cume macam paham je.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. InsyAllah, will update on that also. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yeah, goodnight and sweet dreams everybody! &lt;u&gt;Direct translation:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;Slmt malam and mimpi manis sume orang! &lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390285305112669458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Ss4j7RE_rRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kdgiA34MzII/s400/bouquet3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s; hush hush!&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/8229355036623566679-6205218141178741891?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6205218141178741891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=6205218141178741891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/6205218141178741891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/6205218141178741891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/10/assalamualaikum-to-all-i-certainly-want.html' title='Otak sort siket;'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Ss4j7RE_rRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kdgiA34MzII/s72-c/bouquet3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-6195090195003159036</id><published>2009-10-07T23:28:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:10:12.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we are the NINJA TURTLES;'/><title type='text'>4 ZNZ Adek-bradek aka Ninja Turtles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assalamualaikum to all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since I went to break fast with Shaz, &lt;em&gt;my Slenge Bacin Star&lt;/em&gt;, during Ramadhan, I've been taking alot of videos using my beloved W900i. Yeah, I know it's just a lousy, 2 megapixel cameraphone. Not only that, it always hang; suddenly off by itself, then vibrates for a while and tadaaa, on by itself again. &lt;em&gt;Weirdddd&lt;/em&gt; phone. &amp;amp; Those W900i users will know. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay okay, back to the topic. About videos, right? Haha. :) I wanna show you guys some videos but before that, let me tell you the story behind this video~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just 2 days before Raya, Mak suffered an asthma attack and we rushed to the doctor. The dear doctor discouraged Mak from doing any cleaning and said Mak &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUST NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; get into any contact with dust. Also, the doctor advised us to wear masks when doing any cleaning. So yeah, our family asked Mak to have a good rest. &lt;em&gt;And, I, Nur Syafinah, as the eldest child in the family, initiated the Spring Cleaning Operation!&lt;/em&gt; Wooh! And I was the official camera-girl for the day. Here we go! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the doctor said, it is advisable for us to wear masks. Sadly, we didn't have any and we improvised our own masks. Using our t-shirts! It was &lt;em&gt;my idea&lt;/em&gt; anyway. *bangge ah siket* :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below are the pictures when they put their t-shirts on but with their mouths and noses not covered.. HAHA! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadzirah looked as if she's wearing tudung except that she's wearing short sleeves. If not, people may mistaken her wearing tudung. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389891585983115858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Ssy91zBj8lI/AAAAAAAAABw/8bXCLLMEOuk/s400/kakyahninja.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm, whereas, Wafiy looked liked some foreigner. Looked decent in some way. Haha, don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389891595132310002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Ssy92VG5kfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ISeyW2_arCQ/s400/wafiyninja.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yamin looked like some &lt;em&gt;girl-girl&lt;/em&gt;. So cuteeeee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389891603738703346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Ssy921K0tfI/AAAAAAAAACA/-IkVdnsqXxU/s400/yaminnija.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the introductory video. It's kinda dark anyway. But, go go watch it! Okay okay, I know I looked kinda weird wearing this "mask". &lt;em&gt;Tapi tak salah ape buat something new? Kan kan kan? Haha! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4a9e9ffd6a9d9167" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a9e9ffd6a9d9167%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AD7B0AA13677028D2071683A58376A2E7D46F8F.213644CD83F84788EC0D33601050653258C302B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a9e9ffd6a9d9167%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX1CKLqhZ0ztY30AamyONDw1VIuA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a9e9ffd6a9d9167%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AD7B0AA13677028D2071683A58376A2E7D46F8F.213644CD83F84788EC0D33601050653258C302B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a9e9ffd6a9d9167%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX1CKLqhZ0ztY30AamyONDw1VIuA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas this video shows my siblings and I combined forces to make our SPRING CLEANING OPERATION a success. Family Uzzzss Uzzzss Uzzzss! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b73a2f33f667ce7b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db73a2f33f667ce7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6ABE5815122E3D9FDE5736DF03DD08DCA040EEA5.4028984B43044D7D2ECF368E879F9D22CB969CF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db73a2f33f667ce7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJWvCSxsD7c-35kAmaCYsTEjfthU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db73a2f33f667ce7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6ABE5815122E3D9FDE5736DF03DD08DCA040EEA5.4028984B43044D7D2ECF368E879F9D22CB969CF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db73a2f33f667ce7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJWvCSxsD7c-35kAmaCYsTEjfthU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Upon this, it reminded me of this particular cartoon character. NINJA TURTLES! There are 4 of them also. So just nice, can represent all of us. Hehe.(: The difference was that the Ninja Turtles had their eyes covered while we covered our whole faces except for our eyes. HAHA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389897135367804594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/SszC40F-VrI/AAAAAAAAACI/yCMVuXmrq_s/s400/ninja_turtles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I could be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Michelangelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nadzirah could be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Donatello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wafiy could be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Raphael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yamin could be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Leonardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That day, we really &lt;em&gt;feeling-feeling&lt;/em&gt; as if we're true Ninjas. Since our home is on ground floor, we can jump from our windows as when as we like. We also had this &lt;em&gt;fighting-fighting&lt;/em&gt; competition. &lt;em&gt;See, macam Ninja kan?&lt;/em&gt; Haha. &lt;strong&gt;But we still cleaned our house okay!&lt;/strong&gt; It's just that we need ALOT of fun when doing work. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A few days later, upon watching this video, Mak said, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Apelah kau ni Nur. Macam Ninja je. Suke nah buat bende yang bukan-bukan eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(What are you trying to do? You guys look like some Ninjas. You guys really like to do nonsensical stuff eh?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, IRONICALLY, she laughed when she watched it. She laughed till she teared I tell you. Haha, so funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mak, at least, we made you laugh! :D That's the best part of the whole SPRING CLEANING OPERATION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FAMILY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;UZZZSS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UZZZSS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;UZZZSS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-6195090195003159036?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6195090195003159036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=6195090195003159036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/6195090195003159036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/6195090195003159036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-znz-adek-bradek-aka-ninja-turtles.html' title='4 ZNZ Adek-bradek aka Ninja Turtles.'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Ssy91zBj8lI/AAAAAAAAABw/8bXCLLMEOuk/s72-c/kakyahninja.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-8676484097871424230</id><published>2009-10-06T23:54:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:27:26.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy 9th Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yamin(:'/><title type='text'>Yamin is already 9 now(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assalamualaikum to all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, I know it's been a very loooong time since I last updated. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm gonna update. Now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! 3rd October was Yamin's birthday! Woohoo! And if you're wondering who Yamin is, he is my younger brother. Actually, Yamin is a millenium baby, which means, he was born in the year 2000. Do your math, and he is already 9 now. &lt;em&gt;Da besar pun adik aku ni, perut die pun makin besar. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was Yamin's birthday, we threw a small party for him. Just a makan-makan session. I sponsored the birthday cake. Oh yeah, it was from Prima Deli. Chocolate cravings. Gosh, it was soooooo delissssh! Yummy! It really worth the 37 bucks. :D My younger sister, Nadzirah and my younger brother, Wafiy, sponsored KFC. I've been craving for KFC for long long time. Finally got it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I ate quite alot on that day. Haha. Who doesn't know me? &lt;em&gt;I'm Syafinah yang kuat makan. (as labelled by fellow friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some videos and pics during the birthday celebration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A birthday song for our birthday boy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b0ff95de62e72df7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db0ff95de62e72df7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5932F754361069EDBBDC4E3D1C08E8FC2F8EBAEA.4206B822C035C5C80FA51AAC916ED3C1B06EA5CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db0ff95de62e72df7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2Ztn1PdxC4354O9ioWxnRdZ2szI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db0ff95de62e72df7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5932F754361069EDBBDC4E3D1C08E8FC2F8EBAEA.4206B822C035C5C80FA51AAC916ED3C1B06EA5CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db0ff95de62e72df7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2Ztn1PdxC4354O9ioWxnRdZ2szI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak's birthday wish for Yamin! (I kinda laugh when watching this. Mak looked so cute. Ehem-ehem! Like mother, like daughter. Hehh. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f755e758868d52b7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df755e758868d52b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8314FC21F86E5981FDF0856CE174A18EBEEEF899.68AEFC981CE22DA966C5BD07AADF5EB043C2B91F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df755e758868d52b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqAQbRcfd6T11ZVaSrcDc2E5-RHE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df755e758868d52b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8314FC21F86E5981FDF0856CE174A18EBEEEF899.68AEFC981CE22DA966C5BD07AADF5EB043C2B91F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df755e758868d52b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqAQbRcfd6T11ZVaSrcDc2E5-RHE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bapak's and Nadzirah's birthday wishes for Yamin! (Bapak looked kinda cute also. Actually, he's more to macam paham. And Nadzirah looked like some blind girl. Thanks to the shades! HAHAH! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1caa3f81c48ab4d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01caa3f81c48ab4d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B2BD4B2A0D890449D79C7CDD97776E9A1DBB616.6DAF75CDC0CA4B30479054E1C3FD8335137022EB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1caa3f81c48ab4d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiZkrikIwGebubnI9DCnlHhp2xsQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01caa3f81c48ab4d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B2BD4B2A0D890449D79C7CDD97776E9A1DBB616.6DAF75CDC0CA4B30479054E1C3FD8335137022EB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1caa3f81c48ab4d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiZkrikIwGebubnI9DCnlHhp2xsQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is Wafiy's birthday wish for Yamin. I think he also like macam paham. He doesn't look like a PSLE student, ain't he? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e09bf6b3abc44ab8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De09bf6b3abc44ab8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D700881830B7C8C3EF64FD2E4C66AE0B396430AF3.9DE41B66FA26BF946DC1DA594B65F87A5D0B145%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De09bf6b3abc44ab8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuXezZqzLJr5yMRxJTmctpu5aNP8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De09bf6b3abc44ab8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331155586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D700881830B7C8C3EF64FD2E4C66AE0B396430AF3.9DE41B66FA26BF946DC1DA594B65F87A5D0B145%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De09bf6b3abc44ab8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuXezZqzLJr5yMRxJTmctpu5aNP8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, Nadzirah bought shades for all of us. The Silver one is for Wafiy, Black is for Yamin, Red is for Nadzirah herself and Yellow is for Me! Coolness, i likeeeee! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389539191588531778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Sst9VvmuLkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SZbGtmwQvb4/s400/shades+for+all.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaaaaa! This is how we look like when putting on the shades. Amaciam, cool tak? We also like macam paham. :D Mak said, we looked like some blind people. But oh wells, we like wearing it! OH YEAHHHHHH! *suare rock siket*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389540390523352514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Sst-bh_DtcI/AAAAAAAAABY/qqy7sJ-Ve-M/s400/4+beradek+lagi.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And at the end of the celebration, Yamin expressed his appreciation and saying thank you by drawing a portrait of our family on his whiteboard though his drawing didn't look anything like us. Haha. Nevertheless, he's so sweet. Trime kaseh, Min. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389545704185503330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/SsuDQ061nmI/AAAAAAAAABg/3wC5KoAw1gI/s400/DSC00895.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He says here, &lt;em&gt;"Terima kasih ZNZ Family&lt;/em&gt; (our family name)&lt;em&gt; kerana ZNZ belikan banyak barang."&lt;/em&gt; So simple yet so sincere(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389547213118927378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/SsuEoqImchI/AAAAAAAAABo/gBN8uU4Hn2M/s400/yamin%27s+portrait.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dear Yamin,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday(: Smoge dipanjangkan umur &amp;amp; dimurahkan rezeki. Smoge Yamin menjadi anak yang soleh dan akan sentiase membanggakan emak dan bapak. Blajar rajin-rajin. And all the best for your exams. And ingat, jangan nakal-nakal! Ade paham? Kalau tak, orang tumbok dienye perut yang buncit tu. Haha. Once again, Happy 9th Birthday!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Your eldest sister with love, KakNur(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389530014301566978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Sst0_jjAOAI/AAAAAAAAABI/eV2qUf2H-4M/s400/yamin+bdae.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;P.S I LOVE MY FAMILY, ZNZ FAMILY!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Thank you, Ya Allah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-8676484097871424230?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8676484097871424230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=8676484097871424230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/8676484097871424230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/8676484097871424230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/10/yamin-is-already-9-now.html' title='Yamin is already 9 now(:'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/Sst9VvmuLkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SZbGtmwQvb4/s72-c/shades+for+all.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-4298818973096866314</id><published>2009-09-14T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:56:47.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belenggu;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Belenggu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia dibelenggu kesusahan;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana dibelenggu kesusahan, dia dibelenggu kesedihan.&lt;br /&gt;Akhir-akhir ini, hidupnya tidak pernah aman;&lt;br /&gt;Ada sahaja masalah yang hinggap di benak fikiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada zahirnya, dia kelihatan seperti biasa;&lt;br /&gt;Pada batinnya, tiada siapa yang dapat menjangka.&lt;br /&gt;Belenggu ini kian membara;&lt;br /&gt;Hingga terhirislah hati, mengundang duka yang lara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian lama menahan sebak;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada siapa yang dapat mengagak.&lt;br /&gt;Hanya cebisan-cebisan coretannya di dalam kotak;&lt;br /&gt;Tersimpan beberapa rahsia yang tiada siapa akan tahu pada masa kelak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari demi hari;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin berat terasa di hati.&lt;br /&gt;Dia hanya mampu berserah pada Illahi;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga diterangkan hati untuk menempuhi dugaan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NurSyafinahZainal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12 September 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2316h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-4298818973096866314?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4298818973096866314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=4298818973096866314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/4298818973096866314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/4298818973096866314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/09/belenggu.html' title='Belenggu;'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-5259576812491199122</id><published>2009-07-30T15:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:42:53.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 July 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Date:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 July 2009, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm - 8pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukit Batok Mrt Station ---&gt; Bugis Mrt Station ---&gt; Long John Silver's @ Bugis ---&gt; Iluma Shopping Centre ---&gt; Bugis Street ---&gt; Bukit Batok Mrt Station ---&gt; Nenek's! :D ---&gt; Home Sweet Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logistics:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 upsized Long John Silver's Golden Deals + 1 cheese.&lt;br /&gt;2 'Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince' movie tickets.&lt;br /&gt;6 arcade tokens.&lt;br /&gt;2 chocolate chip ice-cream with bread. (:&lt;br /&gt;2 bottles of Mogu Mogu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treasury:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt; said, "I'll treat you today."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 upsized Long John Silver's Golden Deals + 1 cheese - 2 x  $4.70 + $0.60 = $10.00&lt;br /&gt;2 'Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince' movie tickets - 2 x $9.50 = $18.00&lt;br /&gt;2 bottles of Mogu Mogu - 2 x $1.45= $2.90&lt;br /&gt;Total: &lt;u&gt;$10.00 + $18.00 + $2.90 = $30.90&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt; said, "Since you belanja me makan and movie, I'll treat you arcade and ice-cream."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 arcade tokens - 6 x $0.50 = $3.00&lt;br /&gt;2 chocolate chip ice-cream with bread - 2 x $1.00 = $2.00&lt;br /&gt;Total: &lt;u&gt;$3.00 + $2.00 = $5.00&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Overall: $30.90 + $5.00 = $35.90.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debrief:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clumsy day for me. A burnt-a-hole-in-the-pocket day for him. A paiseh day for me. A very-segan day for him. However, in a nutshell, we were both happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-5259576812491199122?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5259576812491199122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=5259576812491199122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/5259576812491199122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/5259576812491199122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/07/26-july-2009.html' title='26 July 2009.'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-6343324726695498231</id><published>2009-07-08T01:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:24:30.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burst;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's about you again. You, you, you. I can't help it but I'm going to blog about you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very patient with you. Like seriously. Yeah, indeed, I said in my previous post that, &lt;strong&gt;"You've gone so far. Way too far." &lt;/strong&gt;But to my surprise, &lt;em&gt;you've gone so much further than "Way too far." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've run out of words describing my feelings about you've done. &lt;em&gt;You are just not empathetic. You are just there to put me down everyday. You are just one lady who just don't know how to respect others. &lt;/em&gt;Please, I have my dignity and so, I have the right to stand up against you. I have to protect my dignity. If I myself don't, who will? &lt;em&gt;Nobody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think are you? Spurting out vulgarities, coarse language and insensitive words. I don't even simply bother to care if you like to say those kind of language. I don't even want to know about how much more vulgurities you want to spew out in a day. &lt;em&gt;But, right here right now, I care. I do care!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Oh Syafinah, why do you even want to care?)&lt;/span&gt; Let me tell you why. Cause all the vulgarities is about me. To you, even putting my name at your blog is a vulgarity. To add on, you put the blame on me for making you to just burst out all those words in your blog. &lt;em&gt;Oh please, listen here babe. It's your own choice if you say what you want. And your emotions are within your own control. So don't ever blame anyone for the actions you've taken. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, grow up girl. And indeed, you're older than me. So &lt;em&gt;I guess &lt;/em&gt;you're sensible enough to reflect about what has happened. Do a self-reflection about yourself? Putting yourself in other people's shoes? Yeah, you should do that. For your own good. As well as for my own good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm angry? No, I'm not. I'm just sad. Terribly sad. Cause there are such people like you. Who don't even think proper. Who don't even know what you're talking about. Who don't even understand your ownself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s Girl, do you have conflicts within yourself? It seems like. So yeah, please settle it fast so that you won't affect other people. Thanks for everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-6343324726695498231?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6343324726695498231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=6343324726695498231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/6343324726695498231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/6343324726695498231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/07/burst.html' title='Burst;'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-2532741220909749963</id><published>2009-07-06T02:57:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:46:05.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl, seriously, u pissed me off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's almost 3am. I should have gone to sleep by now but my eyes just won't shut. I want to sleep but I can't. This moment, I feel so restless. Disturbed. Stressed. Pissed. And with all the other negative feelings that eventually make up a major sucky feeling in me. &lt;em&gt;Somehow, I feel weak, so weak that i crumble. Again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't know you and you don't know me. Why in the world you suddenly enter my life and try your best to make me suffer? I certainly know the reason why. But, you're not giving me any justice. Please. I don't want to make a fuss out of this whole thing. I'm willing to forgive you if you realize that what's happening between us is not at all worth it. Maybe it's part of my fault too, to just shoot back at you and to stand up for my own rights. And, I will apologize to you since I'm also in the wrong. But you've provoked me. You started it first. When you indeed provoked me, things won't be sweet. I've been patient with you all this while, trying to suppress everything. &lt;strong&gt;You've tested me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;But this time, you've gone so far. Way too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I don't know your blog? &lt;strong&gt;Oh yes, I do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You think I don't know everything of what has happened? &lt;strong&gt;Oh yes, I do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I don't know that you have the heart to put all those things about me in your blog. For your info, I won't dirty my blog with those kinds of words, just like what u did to your blog. You're the one who put words into my mouth. Yeah, I do feel angry. But surprisingly, sadness grips me more. Cause I know, you hate me girl. And that's a fact I must accept. &lt;em&gt;But can't deny, it sucks to be hated&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you may hate me all you want. But I won't hate you. It's just not right. I don't know how much longer this conflict will be. Certainly, I want this to be settled quick and hope all the parties involved wouldn't bear a grudge towards one another. Cause, this thing takes away too much of my time and attention till so many things get affected. &lt;em&gt;I don't want to live in this state anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s Girl, I don't put all the blame on you for what had happened. And instead of becoming foes, let's be friends. Hopefully, insyAllah. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I NEED &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; NOW. Seriously. Be there for me please. :(&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/8229355036623566679-2532741220909749963?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2532741220909749963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=2532741220909749963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/2532741220909749963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/2532741220909749963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/07/girl-seriously-u-pissed-me-off.html' title='Girl, seriously, u pissed me off.'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-8740552784045315635</id><published>2009-07-05T22:54:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:11:12.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHANCES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, do you believe in giving a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay, maybe giving more than two chances. Three, four or five chances? I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving all that chances to that &lt;em&gt;one same person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, that one same person. That one particular person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As if you don't mind giving &lt;em&gt;that person&lt;/em&gt; all the chances in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's give a name to &lt;em&gt;"that person". &lt;/em&gt;Maybe, Ali? Yeah, now will be much easier for me to refer to &lt;em&gt;that person&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the questions right now should be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Who is Ali to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"How is giving the chances to Ali important to you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Does Ali really deserve that chances?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Why do you even care to give Ali anymore chances?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"What makes you think that Ali would appreciate all the chances and that he would make full use of it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"When are you going to realise it that all this while, Ali has never even appreciated the chances given to him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Where in the world can you find him?" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Those who understand will understand.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;strong&gt;"Has Ali given you any chances?"&lt;/strong&gt; That's the main question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in giving people second chances. Nevertheless, sometimes, not giving a chance to someone will means giving a chance for him/her to realize and change for the better. When he/she changes for the better, only then you can give yourself a chance to give that person a chance. &lt;em&gt;You know what i mean?&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidetrack sidetrack!&lt;/strong&gt; Okayokay, will stop talking about serious matters now. Haha. Being too serious is not me actually.(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, I catched Anugerah 2009 last Tuesday. And because of Sein Ahmad, I'm now hooked to "Zakiah, Zakiah". I'll always go, "Zakiah, Zakiah. Penari gurun pasir ternama." Haha. But with his funny &lt;em&gt;gelek-gelek&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;rocker tak menjadi,&lt;/em&gt; i pity him. Nevermind Sein, all the best to you yeah! Indeed, you do have a nice, melodiousssss voice! Woo!(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's a few lines of "Zakiah";&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Oooh, aku&lt;br /&gt;terpesona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Lirikan mata, goyang&lt;br /&gt;pinggul dan senyumannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Sayaaaang, hanya&lt;br /&gt;sepintas Zakiah, lalu menghilang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Kini hanya tinggal&lt;br /&gt;kenangan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Zakiah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*with Sein's gelek-gelek*&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahahahaha! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-8740552784045315635?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8740552784045315635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=8740552784045315635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/8740552784045315635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/8740552784045315635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/07/chances.html' title='Chances;'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-1145051833992387700</id><published>2009-07-05T02:16:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:03:41.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiga Malam Tanpa Bintang;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tiga Malam Tanpa Bintang (Fiq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasih.. maafkan diriku&lt;br /&gt;Banyak dosaku padamu&lt;br /&gt;Tidak terhitung jari jemari daku&lt;br /&gt;Tak dapat dibilang bagai bintang beribu&lt;br /&gt;Sukarnya diriku menebus kekhilafan yang lalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasih.. engkau tak bersalah&lt;br /&gt;Hanya hatiku yang buta&lt;br /&gt;Tulus dan ikhlas kau korban jiwa raga&lt;br /&gt;Dan tanpa belas ku buat kau kecewa&lt;br /&gt;Ku tahu dirimu sukar melupakan segalanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga malam tanpa bintang&lt;br /&gt;Dan diriku dihimpit penyesalan&lt;br /&gt;Arah tuju kian fana&lt;br /&gt;Kerna hilangnya manira&lt;br /&gt;Bagaikan siang diselubung gerhana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembalikan senda tawa&lt;br /&gt;Pulangkanlah manis disenyum manja&lt;br /&gt;Ku pahatkan keinsafan&lt;br /&gt;Dan patrikan kesetiaan&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga nadi menafikan nyawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasih.. maafkan diriku&lt;br /&gt;Banyak dosaku padamu&lt;br /&gt;Tidak terhitung jari jemari daku&lt;br /&gt;Tak dapat dibilang bagai bintang beribu&lt;br /&gt;Sukarnya diriku menebus kekhilafan yang lalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasih.. engkau tak bersalah&lt;br /&gt;Hanya hatiku yang buta&lt;br /&gt;Tulus dan ikhlas kau korban jiwa raga&lt;br /&gt;Dan tanpa belas ku buat kau kecewa&lt;br /&gt;Ku tahu dirimu sukar melupakan segalanya&lt;br /&gt;Kasih… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;p.s I'm not dedicating this song to&lt;br /&gt;anybody. I'll just pray that someone will actually realize. In fact, it will&lt;br /&gt;be very pretty if that someone dedicates this song to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/8229355036623566679-1145051833992387700?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1145051833992387700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=1145051833992387700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/1145051833992387700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/1145051833992387700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/07/tiga-malam-tanpa-bintang_05.html' title='Tiga Malam Tanpa Bintang;'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229355036623566679.post-4655283697662881394</id><published>2009-07-04T02:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:22:18.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&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;This is my blog. Not a new one, but I just decided to revive this blog. This blog has been dead for like, 2 years plus? Haha. So yeah, this is Syafinah's blog.(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Shaz oh Shaz! I've got a blog now. Happy, makcik? So like you said, I need a blog to vent all my feelings, right? Kinda true. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmm, the past week had never been good for me. It was my MST (Mid-Semestral Test) week. 5 subjects; everyday straight from Monday to Friday. Like pffft. And yeah, MST's finally over. Alhamdulillah! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Tapi kan, mcm tak confident pulak seh. Alamak.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;It was not only about MST that made me feel so down, down in the dumps i tell you. There were so many things happening at the wrong time. You'd know, all the conflicts and problems, conflicts within myself which in the end, affected my family at the same time. And guess what, I looked so troubled yesterday. I was eating my chicken rice, looking half-dead. Suddenly, &lt;strong&gt;my dad said to me,"Bapak tgk kau mcm ade masalah je. Kau okay ke tak?" &lt;/strong&gt;Basically, my dad asked me whether I'm okay or not. I was shocked cause it was really rare for him to ask me that. But I just gave him a shrug and said, "I'm okay." Then, I gave my unfinished chicken rice to my siblings. Seriously, no appetite.&lt;em&gt; Nevertheless, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bapak, thnks for caring for me.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To whom-it-concern; Girl, seriously, you pissed me off. And boy, thnks for everything. You tried to play a game without me knowing, didn't you? But, I'm not naive as you think I am. For your info, I've been playing along with your dirty secret game. &lt;strong&gt;Yeah, I know everything. Every single thing. &lt;/strong&gt;Don't deny please. Semoge korang sedar ape yg korang buat. AMIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;p.s This is my first post.(: And do tag yeah. Thank you thank youuu! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8229355036623566679-4655283697662881394?l=imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4655283697662881394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8229355036623566679&amp;postID=4655283697662881394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/4655283697662881394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229355036623566679/posts/default/4655283697662881394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyourheartcaretaker.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-well.html' title='Oh well;'/><author><name>SYAFF;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15659831265685375860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3W_ADb89zkk/S0B_QPWE8cI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kwc1GQ-44GY/S220/syaff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
