tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54103673901789921472011-12-06T13:48:53.304+08:00shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.comBlogger2961100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-50001154740069284872011-12-06T13:48:00.000+08:002011-12-06T13:48:53.318+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/1PK2R0IwCiY/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1PK2R0IwCiY&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1PK2R0IwCiY&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My mood right now is feeling really lucky to have a support group like my inner circle. I don't have that many friends, but the ones I have are really awesome people. They are the yin to my yang, the butter to my bread and whatever else you wanna call it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To my married friends, if you noticed, I barely kacau u guys anymore,not to be a bad friend, but I just think that you guys have better, more adult stuff to do than entertain your andartu friend. Please forgive me if I come across as a bad friend.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And, like Jason Mraz said, "The phone really works both ways".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So whatever it is, I hope we remain friends, even if life brought us in different directions, until our last breath.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-5000115474006928487?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-55170108155778821462011-11-28T14:11:00.001+08:002011-11-28T14:11:15.515+08:00My mom is a single mom. Abah passed since we were kids, and she never remarried. Not that I know of, at least. Hehehe just kidding. <br> <br>So you can see why I will get a little personal when it comes to my mom, cos I know all the hardships she went through to give us kids whatever we want. Sure I could have been a better daughter in some ways, but hey at least I&#39;m trying. <br> <br>(I just got back from JB and having major back pain so I&#39;m gonna stop here) <br> <br> <br>Sent by Maxis from my BlackBerry&#174; smartphone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-5517010815577882146?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-53330765808870425182011-11-24T13:55:00.001+08:002011-11-24T13:55:08.000+08:00One of the topics that I specifically don&#39;t discuss openly, except with a few selected friends. <br> <br>I have only had 1 serious boyfriend (ok, I don&#39;t really like to use that term cause it sounds so teenage like) in my entire lifespan. And as a serious bf, he is literally a serious person (shit what a lame joke). <br> <br>A younger me was not really into serious relationships (certainly not a 5 year long one) but I guess he changed my mind. Not an easy feat with someone as degil as me but he did it, which probably contributes to why we lasted this long. <br> <br>As serious as this post is, I seriously don&#39;t know what else to write without going OTT or worse; mushy. <br> <br>Seriously. <br>Sent by Maxis from my BlackBerry&#174; smartphone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-5333076580887042518?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-71967795435815674912011-11-20T14:14:00.001+08:002011-11-20T14:14:24.153+08:00The name Rants &amp; One Liners don&#39;t exactly have a particular story behind it. I just rant a lot and the blog started out as an outlet for me to rant without having to harass anyone. <br> <br>And of course, in the process, I ended up churning out a number of one-liners that sounded ultra-cool in my head, but actually really dorky when you think about it. <br> <br>So yeah, that&#39;s a pretty boring entry right there. <br>Sent by Maxis from my BlackBerry&#174; smartphone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-7196779543581567491?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-50200125119029381352011-11-18T21:17:00.000+08:002011-11-18T21:18:32.386+08:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJrVb8BhIss/TsZbKLZ9AZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ij3z69fUchE/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMTRvY3QgMi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-712388"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJrVb8BhIss/TsZbKLZ9AZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ij3z69fUchE/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMTRvY3QgMi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-712388" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676324610765554066" /></a></p>Here goes a narcissistic post.<p>1- I do not eat green vegetables. I eat carrots, cauliflower, anything in other colors but green.<p>2- I am scared of ALL insects including butterflies and dragonflies. They PETRIFY me.<p>3- I love wearing dresses as they hide the size of my thigh (I think they&#39;re bigger than they should be)<p>4- I am 1.65m tall, weighs 53kg, and I have high cholesterol.<p>5- Oh, I also have really brittle bone at the age of 26 years old. <p>6- #4 is because I LOVE sleeping more than an average person should. I am constantly looking for time to take naps, and most of the time it would me after a meal.<p>7- #5 is because I simply DO NOT drink milk, but I drink coke religiously.<p>8- I have a boyfriend who I refer to as The BF in this blog, and I have been with him since 2006.<p>9- I am sincerely running out of facts.<p>10- I am gonna stop here, honestly I can&#39;t find anything interesting to entertain u with.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-5020012511902938135?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-84876056706741895922011-11-18T11:02:00.000+08:002011-11-18T11:02:28.786+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Ok, so I haven't been updating as frequently (and less substance as well) as I'd like. I got myself a Blackberry and that resulted in malas nak browsing for inspiration, just spending most of my time in Twitter &amp; Facebook.<br /><br />But, found this thing in Ayesha's blog: 30 DAY BLOG CHALLENGE.<br /><br />(Granted, this is just my excuse malas nak look for topics, but Id still be writing right? Keep my brain working)<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;">Day 1: Introduce, recent picture of yourself, 15 interesting facts.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 2: Meaning behind your blog name.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 3: Your first love.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 4: Your parents.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 5: A song to match your mood.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 6: A picture of something that makes you happy.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 7: Favorite movies.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 8: A place you’ve travelled to.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 9: A favorite picture of your best friend.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 10: Something you’re afraid of.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 11: Favorite TV shows.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 12: Something you don’t leave the house without.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 13: Goals.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 14: A picture of you last year – how have you changed?</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 15: Fave Song EVER</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 16: Dream house.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 17: Something you’re looking forward to.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 18: Favorite place to eat.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 19: Something you miss.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 20: Nicknames.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 21: Favorite picture of yourself ALL TIME and why?</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 22: What’s in your purse?</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 23: Your idea of a perfect first date.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 24: Something you’ve learned.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 25: Something you crave a lot.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 26: Your dream wedding.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 27: Original photo of the city you live in.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 28: Something that stresses you out.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 29: 3 wishes.</span><br style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Day 30: A picture of yourself this day and 3 good things that happened since you started the challenge.</span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Some topics, I feel like "apa tuu??" but tak apa, dah nama pun challenge kan. FYI, I don't like writing about myself, nor do I like talking about myself, and if you are my FB friend, you'll see that I very rrely put up a status about myself. No offense to those yang suka bercakap pasal diri sendiri, but it's not my thing.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">So, OK wish me luck please and keep on reading my 30 day of narcissism.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #4f4f4f; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Thanks</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8487605670674189592?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-47799222067613058782011-10-13T10:03:00.001+08:002011-10-13T10:03:31.942+08:00Test post from new phone <br> <br>Apparently it&#39;s a VERY big deal for me to own a smartphone. Sekian <br>Sent by Maxis from my BlackBerry&#174; smartphone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-4779922206761305878?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-55809590320720933092011-10-04T11:36:00.000+08:002011-10-04T11:36:33.495+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">A while ago, I was in a situation where my temper was really flaring because of this person's cavalier attitude towards timing and punctuality and maybe a little bit of urgency. And when I was finally in a car with this person, I can barely contain my temper, so I just maintain the level at an extremely sulky face and cold silence. This person actually reacts by asking me if I was angry, and he/she asked like 4 times. I am not one to talk about what I am feeling, nor do I want to. So this story becomes sort of like a joke among my friends.<br /><br />(a joke because my temper is infamous. If you see me with a menacing face, better steer clear of me. NOT comitting suicide by asking me if I am angry, ESP when YOU are the cause of my anger)<br /><br />Anyways, the other day I was sending Timoh somewhere and we had to wait for someone. The wait dragged on until I was sighing and feeling irritated and Timoh noticed that. So she asked me "Adakah hang tengah marah? Marah ka? sorry la.. Marah ka?" (in mockery of the previous as per story above). Daripada mood aku nak merudum dan naik temper, terus aku gelak berdekah-dekah dengan Timoh kat situ, merely because it was such a ridiculous thing to do that if you actually do it, it's funny. (Borderline suicidal, but still funny)<br /><br />Honestly, Timoh is one of the people who knows how to offset my temper. Not even the BF knows how to do that. Usually people just leave me alone in my misery and that's how I usually prefers it. But Timoh will persuade me to go out dancing or lepak urban or whatever when I am in one of my moods. (she has this thing called a "friend card" and damn it, it works like a charm)<br /><br />p/s: Can you believe it's October already? Ufffffffff</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-5580959032072093309?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-49071688966995348682011-10-03T12:59:00.000+08:002011-10-03T12:59:26.652+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Last night I complained to the BF that I have a very heavy feeling in my heart. Like tak sedap hati kind of feeling. He puts the blame on my menstruation.<br /><br />This morning, in the middle of the infamous traffic jam after the NKVE Damnsara toll, my car went dead. Due to over heat.<br /><br />Now let's rewind a bit. I was driving the same car yesterday and there were signs already of the impending doom (aircon tak sejuk, temperature naik turun) but I thought it was just the metre playing a Wakenabeb on me. But that feeling stuck throughout the night. Shouldhave trusted my instinct.<br /><br />Anyways, it came to a point where I had to start my car everytime I want to move (in a crawling traffic). Imagine in a massive jam, where everyone wants to get to the office, and me with my stalled car. Tak ka mara habis semua orang satg?<br /><br />Through hard work, a few prayers and swallowed tears, I got the car to the most left lane and stopped at an Esso.Took a few deep breaths and made some frantic calls to the BF (who is unable to help me as he himself had to get to work). Finally, I got out of the car for a futile attempt to see what's going on. Of course I know next to shit about cars (although I must say I know several things,namely the things that rosak all this while with my own car) but unfortunately not enough to know what's going on with this car. Stared at the engine for quite a while, when God sent me a wonderful help in the form of a really comot Chinese uncle.<br /><br />"Uncle, keta saya overheat but coolant still full.."<br /><br />He took a look for 2 seconds and said, "tak apa, saya rasa it's the fan, not the coolant. awak duduk dulu, tunggu cool, then boeh drive balik"<br /><br />I swear to God he is the nicest random guy I have ever met.<br /><br />So I sat back in the car, waiting. FYI waiting is probably something that i can never do. I have to do something while waiting. So I called my brother.<br /><br />2nd stroke of luck, he is on leave today. So the car cooled, I went to office (on time, I must say) and later on my brother came by to switch cars with me.<br /><br />So yeah, my Monday started off as shitty as it possibly could have BUT I had 2 strokes of luck today. It could have gone waaay worse. What if the uncle wasn't there to help me out? What if my brother wasn't on leave?<br /><br />If I remember to replace all my profanities with a little bit of Astaghfirullah or Subhanallah or even Nauzubillah, maybe God would help me more as per example from this morning (yes, while starting and restarting the car in the middle of the crawl, I chanted Astaghfirullahalazim so much while trying to hold back tears)<br /><br />And I just found out the total damage was MYR 300+.<br /><br />Nauzubillah.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-4907168896699534868?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-41504806756280563592011-09-30T13:44:00.000+08:002011-09-30T13:44:51.168+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The last time I went to Japan, me and Baity was so poor that we can't afford to go to Fuji.<br /><br />This time around, I got to go (of course on company expenses)<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yd9SBx0FjxE/ToVWENjf9WI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xpFZzGZCtxM/s1600/DSC00682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yd9SBx0FjxE/ToVWENjf9WI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xpFZzGZCtxM/s320/DSC00682.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">siap ada anjing interframe kat sebelah tu</td></tr></tbody></table>Of course it wasn't as much fun as last time with Baity, but hey beggars can't be choosers. It was actually an extended summer in Japan, about 32 degrees but I did pack a jacket, in case it was cold.<br /><br />FYI jacket in picture is only RM 30 bought at one of the stalls at Cineleisure (pre-loved).<br /><br />It seems that I have a penchant of going to one country twice,if it's for work. Like India.<br /><br />I ain't complaining but it's be nice to go again to Australia hehehe.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-4150480675628056359?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-722728270989788582011-09-06T10:46:00.000+08:002011-09-06T10:46:50.731+08:00"Bro, aku nak beli camera tapi aku rasa jika aku beli camera harga 1k, mesti hang bengang ng aku sebab 1k boleh bli blackberry dah."<br /><br />That was what I said to Caa yesterday. Isn't it weird I checked with her about my expenses. It's like we're a married couple. (for the record, Caa is harassing me to buy a blackberry cause she wants to complain and rant and whine all the time to me without charges)<br /><br />And Caa said to me, "selagi hang tak kawin, hang laki aku,"<br /><br />No wonder I am not married yet.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-72272827098978858?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-61117225815057362372011-09-05T17:32:00.000+08:002011-09-05T17:32:27.590+08:00Whoa, a month since my last post... <br /><br />So it's only apt to blog about raya now. Spent a week + in Kedah this year for Raya. Which is incredible cause the last time I spent more than 2 days there was probably when I was just graduated and menganggur. Anyways, so many things I didn't blog about (including my nephew's birth) but whatever, the older I get, the less I feel the need for everyone to know everything. <br /><br />So, this Raya ada 2 additional people, which is Kak Ila my sister in law and Khalil, my 21 days old nephew. FYI my brother was married since 2009 but the last 2 rayas, they spent abroad and this is the first year they raya here in Malaysia as a married couple, topped up with a kid, no less. It was the usual Raya, the usual faces, the usual food, laughter, clothes, blablabla. <br /><br />What I really wanted to write about was my mom and generally all moms, and how we always take their efforts for granted.Like my mom, for raya, she'll wake up really early to cook for us kids, and also for tetamu yg may or may not datang, and spend the day on her feet to attend to the guests (or if there were no guests, just attending to us kids). At the end of the day, we sit on front of the TV, and don't really know what our mom is doing, when she is actually cleaning the mess made earlier during the day (probably by us kids, again). The bf called me the other day from Terengganu and said that he wanted to take a nap for a while and I asked him "Sayang, what's your Mom doing now?" and he said he don't know. "Don't you think you could at least check on what she's doing now? Or ask if she needs help? You dah la jarang balik," and he disagreed and said that his sisters are helping his Mom. "Sayang, your mom bangun tidur 5am, masak kat you and your family berjam-jam. Anak dia bangun pukul 2pm, makan, then terus keluar dengan kawan2, sampai malam then balik cari makanan lagi. Nobody ever asks if she has eaten, or if dia nak pergi mana mana, or if dia needs any help," (OK admittedly when I was younger I do these things as well, but now dah matang sikit and I help my Mom whenever I can).<br /><br />My mom is 60+ and a single mother, and has never remarried since my Dad's death 16 years ago. So imagine your parents, and their responsibilities, and you push them into 1 person with the setting of Syawal. Dahsyat kan? My mom has been doing that for 16 years now. To top it off,all three of us were going thru (or about to in a few years) our rebel teenage phase. Bila fikir balik rasa bergenang air mata. <br /><br />This year, nampak jugak la mama letih skit. So my sister gave her a foot massage the night after our open house because she was on her feet the whole day. I gave her a foot massage the next day as well cause we were out beraya and she looks penat. Why didn't I give her foot massages before? I don't know. She surely deserves a million foot massages from us kids, that's for sure.<br /><br />Anyway, my point is, love your parents.Yes, when we were younger we probably thought they were being really annoying but I'm sure now everyone can see why they did what they did. Kalau kita duduk sekejap and reflect back what our Moms did for us (despite our yelling and sulking and talk backs) we'd realize that a simple Maaf Zahir Batin isn't actually enough to erase our wrongdoings. Like me, I think if I cried blood and grovel at her tapak kaki memohon keampunan pun, doesn't match up to how I acted towards her when I was younger. But knowing Moms, esp my mom, she forgives everything I do the instant I do it.<br /><br />If I can be half as big-hearted as my Mom, I'd die a peaceful person.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tc5t7fK2FSE/TmSXCPMKJ-I/AAAAAAAAAfI/KjP42izGtZ8/s1600/IMG_9144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tc5t7fK2FSE/TmSXCPMKJ-I/AAAAAAAAAfI/KjP42izGtZ8/s320/IMG_9144.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-6111722581505736237?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-26365626759713651602011-08-01T10:52:00.000+08:002011-08-01T10:52:45.986+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">1. Got out of the house at 8-ish, and immediately faced a massive crawl, even before i came into the highway.<br />2. Drove behind a really slow car on the right lane, who I think is purposely driving slowly and ignoring the green light in front of him. I had to potong him ikut lane kiri and by that time dah red light but i langgar the red light anyway, while screaming "fuuuuuuuuuuck"<br />3. Got into office a little bit late and found out the internet is shit today. Unifi my ass. Am restraining myself from cursing, and it's taking quite a huge effort.<br /><br />I welcome Ramadhan with open arms.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-2636562675971365160?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-90248466377643472272011-07-26T14:37:00.000+08:002011-07-26T14:37:47.299+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">1) Sunglass dah terkopak kopak (sunglass 15rm dari Cotton On)<br />2) Nak handbag yang boleh berdiri dengan sendirinya.<br />3) Nak dress kat Midvalley tu. (ada 8 yang aku berkenan. Each costing MYR 89)<br />4) Rambut ni rasa mcm nak curl balik<br />5) Nak beli baju yang gemilang untuk wedding Intan (refer pic)<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/285197_10150386555684517_529204516_10446625_7565035_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/285197_10150386555684517_529204516_10446625_7565035_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is by Nurita Harith. Dengar nama saja dah tahu tak mampu</td></tr></tbody></table>6) Nak pi Jakarta dan beli kaftan kaftan yang gemilang untuk semua orang punya wedding<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-9024846637764347227?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-14646973505427746492011-05-18T10:34:00.001+08:002011-05-18T10:49:36.083+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">My bedroom is not that big. If you're standing at the doorway, you can see to the immediate right is my overflowing almari. Next to it is the bathroom door, and adjacent to the bathroom door is my bed. Next to the bed is my also overflowing side table, full with stuff that I feel I might need while I was sleeping and don't feel like getting up. Opposite the doorway is my makeup area with the usual surface (makeshifted from an unused shelf) and mirror. And finally on the left side of the doorway, there is a row of clothes that belongs to myself and Wanek.<br /><br />I have lived like that since December when Wanek moved in.<br /><br />So my mom came to town last weekend since Friday and I have been back and forth from Shah Alam to KD, where my brother is currently living. I barely see any of my friends from Friday up until Tuesday (except for Baity who lived in KD and I went to borrow some stuff from her condo), and I barely spend time at home except for coming home to sleep.<br /><br />So after my mom went back yesterday, later in the evening I came back to my apartment, and went into my room, exhausted. I lay on the bed for a while and noticed something weird in my room.<br /><br />Wanek's row of clothes is missing.<br /><br />The only thing left in that side of the room is my row of clothes and Caa's green luggage. And it looked so empty that way. Like there is a HUGE GAPING HOLE right smack in the middle of my row of clothes and the makeup surface. Deep down I know this day would come, the day when Wanek moves her stuff out of our apartment. Heck, I even questioned (in my head) when Wanek moves all her things out, what furniture am I gonna buy to fill our apartment up.<br /><br />But when it finally&nbsp;happened, I died a little inside.<br /><br />I texted her, "It feels like you're breaking up with me," and regretted sending that text in fear of sounding too melodramatic.<br /><br />Imagine how sappy I'll get when it's Aroh's time to get married.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">**Aroh has been living with me since 2004. That's 7 years of putting up with my shit. That's a lot.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br />p/s: I am writing this with Yesterday by John Lennon as the background song. How apt.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-1464697350542774649?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-34253357490461346292011-05-06T15:27:00.000+08:002011-05-06T15:27:46.325+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I just got back from Perth last week, I don't really feel like blogging about it as it was a work related stuff and not that many funny stuff&nbsp;happened&nbsp;(not like Japan, but I still tak ambik pictures from Baity yet so no post on that even though dah 5 months ago HAHA) but what the heck.<br /><br />On the plane, I sat beside a lady who looks young but is actually 31 years old and is pregnant with her 4th child. She asked me how old I am and if I was married. Hearing my reply, she said &nbsp;"Oh, saya dulu 26 tahun dah anak 2." Dusyum!<br /><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">On arrival I met with Allen, our guide there and after some conversation he asked me "Are you Muslim?" and I smiled an amusing smile until he felt the need to explain his question, "No, it's just because everybody else is wearing headscarf, so I was just curious..." Feeling bad that he was fumbling his words, I said " Yes Allen, I am a Muslim but I don't wear the headscarf. Don't feel bad for asking, I get that a lot, even in Malaysia" and we became fast friends during my time in Perth.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nCGpEvYRqg/TcOND8skmoI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Q0fdGJkwMUU/s1600/IMG_8459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nCGpEvYRqg/TcOND8skmoI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Q0fdGJkwMUU/s400/IMG_8459.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can probably guess which one Allen is. Picture is at Aquarium of Western Australia (AQWA)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">OK, short factoids about Perth that might be interesting (yes I am a geek like that):</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>The country is Australia, the state is Western Australia, the city is Perth. Now get this, the total population of the whole of Western Australia is less than that of Singapore. "Singaporeans would probably cry to see so much parks (and unutilized space) in Perth" quote from Allen</li><li>It is also suggested that Perth is also the most remote city in the world because the nearest significantly populated city is 2000km + away from them.</li><li>In relation to fact number 2, it is closer to go to Jakarta from Perth, than to go to Sydney. Which is why you see a lot of Australians holiday in Indonesia.</li></ol><br /><br />So as a summary to the above facts, it is safe to say that Perth is not that much of a "big" city and other than the standard zoo stuff, not much to do in the city. BUT, if you get out of the main city, there are quite a few things to see.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-opve7OE0tPo/TcOTZHiGYZI/AAAAAAAAAek/PlNN4O5hCtw/s1600/IMG_8317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-opve7OE0tPo/TcOTZHiGYZI/AAAAAAAAAek/PlNN4O5hCtw/s400/IMG_8317.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Having some fish&amp;chips at Cicerello's in Fremantle</td></tr></tbody></table>My brother said to visit Fremantle as it's a nice cool town to see. While I was there, there was a Busker's Festival going on so it was jammed pack. I had lunch with Allen and it took us a while to find a spot but I agree with my brother as Fremantle is a coastal town and it reminded me a bit of New Zealand (the moderate development of it and the small town feel of it).<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qeJPPRXWyws/TcOYmnBBBjI/AAAAAAAAAeo/dWkLpw7m3S0/s1600/IMG_8342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qeJPPRXWyws/TcOYmnBBBjI/AAAAAAAAAeo/dWkLpw7m3S0/s400/IMG_8342.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Serius aku perak gila tengok menatang ni woi</td></tr></tbody></table>It'd be unnatural if you go to Australia and did not see kangaroos. And koalas. And wombats. I can see now why they don't really let you hold the animal yourselves. It's cause they are too cute and you'd probably ramas them until they cirit and go into extinction. Geram gilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jR8COn4Oxyw/TcOcXRHUwSI/AAAAAAAAAes/FuPGvI2PTng/s1600/IMG_8410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jR8COn4Oxyw/TcOcXRHUwSI/AAAAAAAAAes/FuPGvI2PTng/s400/IMG_8410.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where's my Keanu Reeves?</td></tr></tbody></table>Visited a vineyard and went into a wine tasting ceremony. Fascinating stuff. It's like being at a club but in daylight as everyone is crowding the bar. As you can see, Perth's sky is amazing. I was told that the whole of Western Oz (or maybe the whole of Oz) is like this as they are a piece of very flat land.<br /><br />Will continue in another post later on about the amazing sand dunes.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-3425335749046134629?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-82436030800987762862011-05-05T10:39:00.000+08:002011-05-05T10:39:01.095+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Ok, have been procrastinating non-stop, now it's time to blog about Wanek's wedding in Batu Pahat.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206287_1930886867798_1111030876_2264234_757675_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206287_1930886867798_1111030876_2264234_757675_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bad photo of me, but whatever it's not my day &nbsp;to shine anyway</td></tr></tbody></table>As you can see, I wore black, to signify losing Wanek to Megu. Best man wins, I guess (and I'm not even a man, let alone being the BEST man). Another reason to wear black is because it's the easiest choice, and I don't have to iron much. If you have been my FB friend, you'd know that this baju is recycled from several years back, from my brother's engagement.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2833/87/101/1367565857/n1367565857_358647_5824349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2833/87/101/1367565857/n1367565857_358647_5824349.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I look so young...... Dayum</td></tr></tbody></table>Anywayyyyyssssss. I had a lot of fun going to BP. Myself and Aroh went in one car with Wahindal and Intan, and you can imagine the kind of conversation that ensued when those two makciks are there. The nikah ceremony was a mixture of funny and sad. Funny cuz, instead of a ring they opted for a necklace and Megu struggled with the clasp, until Mango the best man had to help him out (big HAHA). Sad cause the whole of Megu's family were brought into tears once they have been pronounced husband and wife.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/205700_1930891427912_1111030876_2264245_2605010_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/205700_1930891427912_1111030876_2264245_2605010_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ok, so maybe happy more than sad</td></tr></tbody></table>Next day, early in the morning we kidnapped Wanek to McDonald's for breakfast. Intan called her room to ask her and wanek said "Sat nak mintak permission suami". I had the worst sawan at that moment. After that the reception went on smoothly, and loads of our mutual friends were there.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/221604_1930904828247_1111030876_2264266_3950820_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/221604_1930904828247_1111030876_2264266_3950820_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">why the hell am I sulking? I'm not so sure myself.</td></tr></tbody></table>Wanek's Mom asked me when will I get married. I twisted the story a little bit and said "Saya tunggu Wani akikah dulu la Ibu," hehehe lepas tu aku kena tampar dgn Ibu for being so cheeky.<br /><br />A few days after their wedding, Wanek came over to our place "just for a moment sebelum aku balik rumah". We were cooking then and asked her to join us for dinner and she said "aku makan sikit jela, sebab mak mertua aku dah masak kat rumah wei". She ended up lepak lama gila and makan nasi 2 pinggan.<br /><br />&nbsp;"aku rasa tak complete la takdak hangpa"<br /><br />I myself felt a little sad hearing that. But Wanek is a strong and rational girl, she'll get over that once she can adapt living as a wife. Changes are hard but marriage is a beautiful thing (esp one like wanek &amp; Megu's cause they have &nbsp;been "together" since before I knew Wanek).<br /><br />Good Luck Wanek, I wanna see Wanek/Megu junior soon and Aunty Shep is gonna smother them with lotsa lurveeeeee.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8243603080098776286?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-25738738955737859652011-04-20T15:55:00.000+08:002011-04-20T15:55:06.089+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/198444_1918728174009_1416160536_32159366_234961_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/198444_1918728174009_1416160536_32159366_234961_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />As you can see above, 1 tooth is clearly protruding from my lower jaw and that is the reason I put on braces. A few days ago the BF remarked that he sees a difference in my teeth alignment, that my teeth isn't as badly aligned as they used to be. I just laughed and said that it's to soon to see any changes. I mean I've only changed the getah twice, and my archwire is still the halus one for rookies. There can't possibly be any change so soon.<br /><br />However, today I had lunch with my brother and his wife and he gave the same remark about my teeth, although less berlapik. "Patut la aku nampak gigi hang dah tak terkeluaq,"<br /><br />OK. My brother and the bf are probably 2 people yang tak pay attention sgt benda2 remeh ni, but they noticed.. This must mean my teeth are moving fast!<br /><br />Must be a boring life I lead when I start blogging about my teeth, huh.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-2573873895573785965?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-46600572011353895772011-04-19T09:32:00.000+08:002011-04-19T09:32:50.322+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/217425_1969396360448_1409138338_2370677_5390359_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/217425_1969396360448_1409138338_2370677_5390359_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jika ada yang mengaku dah mandi dalam gambar di atas, that's a big fat lie</td></tr></tbody></table>So last weekend was one of the highlights of my adult life, which is Wanek's wedding. Most of the gang was there, which is a rare occurence nowadays.<br /><br />On Friday, I woke up to a very sad dream which probably translates my subconscious really clearly. We were supposed to start the journey on Friday morning, 8 of us in 2 cars but in my dream, one by one came up to me and cancelled to ride with me because they are going with their boyfriends. The icing on the cake was, even Wanek (who is the bride and is already in BP) came up to me and said "wei, aku tak jadi pi dgn hang, aku pi ng Megu tau"........... Dusyum!<br /><br />Anyways, seperti dijangka, muka aku diterjah oleh soalan "bila giliran hang pulak?" sampai ke tahap aku rasa nak shuffle tengah2 dewan itu but I kept a polite face and just smiled at the question. Except when Wanek's mom asked me that same question, and I answered "saya tunggu aqiqah cucu Ibu dulu la," and Ibu playfully slapped me for saying something so cheeky.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205700_1930891427912_1111030876_2264245_2605010_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205700_1930891427912_1111030876_2264245_2605010_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wanek menerkam.</td></tr></tbody></table>Selamat Pengantin Baru Wanek. I wish you all the happiness in the world.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-4660057201135389577?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-56769490046847889432011-04-08T16:27:00.000+08:002011-04-08T16:27:15.027+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agBdlmrt6f8/TZ6_FqmKEZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/v3JDuN0tx48/s1600/IMG-20110402-002560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agBdlmrt6f8/TZ6_FqmKEZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/v3JDuN0tx48/s400/IMG-20110402-002560.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"kalau orang tu cantik, it shines through, tak da such thing as mekap berbelang2 or whatever"<br />SFH, taking about herself as the cantik one, as a rebuttal when I said my makeup berbelang.</td></tr></tbody></table>I don't have much to blog about nowadays, and just noticed that my last few posts are about the BF. LAMEEEEE.<br /><br />Picture above is from ROOTZ, which is awe-------some! The music here is by far the best (cos it plays music from my days) HAHA. Malangnya, we have to pay to get in, sob sob. Second time in my entire life I paid to get in. It seems that those nights I paid for are all worth it hihihi.<br /><br />Next week is Wanek's nikah. Ughhhhhhh can you believe that girl is getting married? 6 years ago we were a bunch of fuglies trolling around like we were the kings of the world. Now look at us, man. 1 already married and living like a Datin, 1 is married and pregnant, 1 is getting married next week, 1 is getting married in NOVEMBER, the other 3 &nbsp;aku tak berapa reti nak describe macam mana. HAHA<br /><br />A wee bit sad to lose Wanek from Randa, though :(</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-5676949004684788943?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-69978269680655601262011-03-28T10:45:00.001+08:002011-03-28T11:40:01.208+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXjhuuO4zRM/TY_oKcDTANI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VzLQZQHgikU/s1600/191419_1966231320515_1384875985_32328557_1667642_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="275" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXjhuuO4zRM/TY_oKcDTANI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VzLQZQHgikU/s400/191419_1966231320515_1384875985_32328557_1667642_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I seem to like vibrant colors nowadays.. I wonder why.<br />Top is bought from a Muslimah shop in Kuala Selangor for just MYR29, courtesy of Lisa hikhik</td></tr></tbody></table>Saturday, I finally went to see the BF play soccer with his boys. After so many games, I finally went to one. Bukan tak mau pi before this, but it seemed like whenever he mentioned there is a game, I almost always already had something planned , be it work, family or the girls. This week, there was no definite plans on Saturday so I said yes.<br /><br />The game was at padang GMI in Bangi and we were there really early, so took a detour around the housing area further at the back which BTW has some really nice houses. Such a pity the location was in the middle of nowhere. The place was 90% deserted and we found a small roundabout with really nice grass so we stopped to take some pictures (90% deserted is why I agreed to sit on a round about and take pictures. Kalau ada orang lalu lalang, memang aku menggelupur malu la).<br /><br />A few snaps later, we finally proceed to the ball game which started really late, around 6+ pm.. Fazlia, Donny's soon to be wife and also my ex-school mate was there so I had someone to chat with. Which brings up another topic...<br /><br />Never in my life have I had more than 10 "bila nak kahwin"'s shoved to my face, as I had at the game.. And it's from the boys! I honestly thought that only girls fret around asking marriage questions haha. Gave me a really hard reality slap that I will soon turn 26, and it is THE age to get married, which is the case for Rina's friends. So many of them are getting married by this year which is why most would ask "bila nak kahwin" to me (Good for them BTW, esp congrats to Feroz who just finished his merisik that very day and came to the game even though it has already ended). I just answered "tak tahu" with an innocent face and let Rina take all the slamming from his friends.<br /><br />So congratulations to those who are getting hitched this year, myself and Rina wish you all the best.<br /><br />p/s: "myself &amp; Rina".... bunyi matang siut.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-6997826968065560126?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-56813082984993331722011-03-10T13:01:00.000+08:002011-03-10T13:01:22.434+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rtLG59VEJnA/TXhIVZkXNDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ZMCPKZGxY6Q/s1600/n1367565857_85924_675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rtLG59VEJnA/TXhIVZkXNDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ZMCPKZGxY6Q/s400/n1367565857_85924_675.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />This picture was 6 years back, 2005 masa mula mula berkenalan hikhik<br /><br />Happy 5th anniversary yang. I'm not sure why you like me when I look like the above picture (read: hideous), but I'm glad you did.<br /><br />"When the friends are gone,<br />When the party's over,<br />We will still belong to each other" -Shakira<br /><br />fuh feeling nya post ini.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-5681308298499333172?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-83744460066498395242011-03-09T17:26:00.000+08:002011-03-09T17:26:48.695+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">A father sat with his children ( about 4 of them ) in their living hall. He asked the kids "Dalam semua orang, siapa yang paling ayah sayang ?". The children all went "Me! Me! Me!" and raising their hand like mad, hoping for their dad to choose them.<br /><br />And the dad smiled, and answered " Salah.. Jawapannya mak kamu,"<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">p/s: The most ironic thing about this story is, the dad in the story is the bf's dad..... How come the bf does not have any romantic bone in his body???? Bug, if ur reading this, hehe i am not complaining ok</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8374446006649839524?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-34950289071884471262011-02-25T17:49:00.003+08:002011-02-25T17:56:49.578+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I sometimes think like a totally retarded person who just got punched in the skull.<br /><br />Sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy<br /><br />kthanksbye<br /><br />(i always tell myself that trust indeed is an ultra ultra ultra uber fragile thing, and it's proven that aku mmg kencang)<br /><br />shait.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-3495028907188447126?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-17761964967157218182011-02-21T12:59:00.000+08:002011-02-21T12:59:58.267+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">OK, when it comes to makeup, my routine is pretty simple.<br /><br />Cleanser, toner, moisturizer, foundation, powder, eyeliner, mascara, brow liner, and blusher. Those are the staples. I don't wear eyeshadow except when Tim applies it on me, and I rarely wear lipstick except sometimes when I go dancing.<br /><br />** Cleanser toner moisturizer, I consider as skincare BTW, and not makeup.<br /><br />The most important thing in my makeup routine would be foundation and eyeliner, I don't know why. If I don't wear foundation, I won't wear makeup at all. Same goes with eyeliner.<br /><br />The foundation I liked most would be REVLON ColorStay. It came highly recommended by Apek and Farra and I totally have zero complaint about it, EXCEPT the fact that it's bottle is a wee bit user-unfriendly (is that the correct term? malas nak google)<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://makeupandbeauty.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Revlon-Colorstay.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="248" src="http://makeupandbeauty.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Revlon-Colorstay.PNG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes aku selalu terlebih tuang pastu kick myself in the shin<br />**random image from google</td></tr></tbody></table>However recently, I suddenly felt like experimenting on foundation and asked Caa to buy me a Smashbox foundation (you can find her online store in facebook, Green Galore) and she asked me to go to OU and try out the colors first, but of course I hate anywhere that's overcrowded so I said no and asked her to buy whatever she thinks is apt. She bought me an M3, that turns out to be a tad too dark for me (please note that this is in no way her fault, ni adalah padan muka diri sendiri sebab malas). Anyways, I bought a REVLON ColorStay 1 shade lighter than what I usually wear, and mixed it up with the M3 for work this morning, and it looks fabulous! Perhaps even better than just REVLON ColorStay that I usually wear...<br /><br />No wonder they say mixing foundations are better than just sticking to one.. (they = fatimah hasfar)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-1776196496715721818?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-3424351537298595062011-02-21T11:11:00.000+08:002011-02-21T11:11:04.230+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183181_1896253331109_1384875985_32226586_160449_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183181_1896253331109_1384875985_32226586_160449_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">besaq punya aku bagi gambar hahaha<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Here's another RM5 dress from the said bundle in Banting. Granted, it highlights the roundness of the breasts haha but at least it's not obscenely short, right?<br /><br />Tangerine cardigan is from ROMP. I must have worn it millions of times cause I like the color and the neckline is round! Have you any idea how hard it is to find a round neck cardigan in a striking color? Very hard. I'm looking for one in bright red but so far failed to find it. EVERYTHING is V-neck.<br /><br />Turquoise hobo bag is from ALDO. Again love the color, a birthday prezzie from the bf. I wore it so much that I don't even care if it clashes with the rest of my outfit.<br /><br />Flip Flops from Banana Peel, although I think now they are highly over priced. I just bought a pair of grey flip flops from Cotton On that just cost me MYR 15, and they are far comfier than Banana Peel. Granted, it's a purchase on purchase thing, so you spend more than MYR15 (I bought a skirt, in order to buy the flip flops, hahaha)<br /><br />Wedges in hand is from NOSE, which coincidentally is also overpriced recently. And coincidentally is also abused by yours truly as it is extremely comfy, like wearing flats therefore it is unofficially my dancing shoes, cause grey matches everything haha.<br /><br />OK obviously I haven't had much issues in my head lately to blog about what I wear. Yes, I am currently in a happy state :)<br /><br />Ya Maisarah. Aku buat smiley.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-342435153729859506?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-4288421192313614062011-02-17T16:23:00.000+08:002011-02-17T16:23:08.822+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">When I was in school, there's this male teacher who calls my friend ROBOCOP because she wears braces.<br /><br />Well as of Tuesday, I am ROBOCOP. At least separa robocop la cos i'm only wearing it on the lower jaw.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQNPpcWCW4Q/TVzW6WUsUBI/AAAAAAAAAd8/zbORavg7C7M/s1600/IMG01269-20110215-1800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQNPpcWCW4Q/TVzW6WUsUBI/AAAAAAAAAd8/zbORavg7C7M/s400/IMG01269-20110215-1800.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Once the besi has been fixed onto my teeth, terus nampak betapa berteraburnya gigi bawah aku.... And Caa uploaded this picture on her FB, so a friend of hers (who's studying dentistry) asked why did I just do the lower jaw? Why not the whole thing? Lepas tu aku gelabah sendiri. Alangkah lawaknya jikalau gigi bawah straight, gigi atas jongang... Shiznit.<br /><br />Anyways, I still haven't lost my appetite (or the will to eat), in fact lagi bersemangat aku nak makan, tak tau la paseipa. Semalam, Intan goreng nugget and I ate the majority of it. After I'm finished, only do I realize something is poking the inner of my right cheek. Tengok2 cermin rupanya the temporary archwire (i haven't extracted the necessary teeth yet) dah bengkok and terjojol. HA HA HA.<br /><br />I fixed it myself since the doc said that it's just until I get my molars removed. Macam ni punya degil (doc asked me not to eat anything keras) sampai ke tua la aku pakai besi ni.<br /><br />Anyways, pakai braces membuatkan kita lagi rajin membersihkan gigi. I have to clean my teeth EVERYTIME after I had something to eat. Gila kan? Yeah cause the nurse said that the doctor will get really angry if she sees her artwork (my set of teeth) kotor and of course I AM PETRIFIED OF DENTISTS.<br /><br />Takutnya nak pi extraction. What if I cried in front of the doctor?<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183666_1889477881727_1384875985_32216194_7112812_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183666_1889477881727_1384875985_32216194_7112812_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">snapped an hour before I became a robot.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-428842119231361406?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-4227835528138465742011-02-08T16:26:00.000+08:002011-02-08T16:26:10.995+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TVD4If6gn-I/AAAAAAAAAd4/xclDe_hSQO8/s1600/IMG_0106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TVD4If6gn-I/AAAAAAAAAd4/xclDe_hSQO8/s400/IMG_0106.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">at IKEA, my sister's favorite place<br />** Lisa said 'tarik skirt tu ke bawah sikit' and I said 'tak boleh dah, this is as low as it goes' hahahaha</td></tr></tbody></table>OK, so I may or may not have mentioned this before but myself and Maisarah LOVES this bundle in Banting, introduced by Syarababy of course. Naturally we'd go for free lunch at Umi's first and ikan bakar dia is to die for!<br /><br />Anyways, if you are the type that don't mind wearing stuff from a bundle shop, you should definitely pay a visit to this store, cos it's very rare that there's a bundle with a vast collection for women's clothing. Whenever I go, i'd at least buy 8 pieces of clothing. Paling mahal pun MYR5 per item. Loves!<br /><br />The obscenely short skirt from the above picture is one of the RM5 item, and I love love love it. Of course would love it more if my thighs aren's as thick as a timber, but hey, work with what you've got, right?<br /><br />HOWEVER, of course la kalau baju bundle tu agak old skool la sikit kan, like in the said skirt as above it's very very very high waisted so kena control perut la sikit. And most of the dresses I bought are shift dresses, like they wore in the 90's. Tapi tak kisah la, murah and stylish.<br /><br />Now if only I can figure out how to get cheap handbags.....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-422783552813846574?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-40583403091742806822011-02-01T11:39:00.000+08:002011-02-01T11:39:53.380+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Honestly, I don't think there is anything interesting about I City except Mai's office right smack in the middle of it. But it's a haven for photoshoots and kids I guess. The blood suckers are charging RM10 for it now, when it used to be free.<br /><br />Anyways, went there with the BF on Friday and snapped some pics (of course mostly pictures of me, as he wanted to try out the camera) and let me tell you this, I sucked at being a model. I can't smile properly, I am easily embarassed when asked to stay still for more than 3 seconds, I'm easily irritated when asked to pose again and again.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TUd5OAVR9gI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4RpoibFlPis/s1600/168794_1860411915096_1384875985_32162183_5567254_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TUd5OAVR9gI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4RpoibFlPis/s400/168794_1860411915096_1384875985_32162183_5567254_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TUd5Q9KgqjI/AAAAAAAAAdk/H_XLBaJUqqI/s1600/168466_1860412595113_1384875985_32162184_5596296_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TUd5Q9KgqjI/AAAAAAAAAdk/H_XLBaJUqqI/s640/168466_1860412595113_1384875985_32162184_5596296_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />The same trait for both pictures: MUKA KETAT. I think it's genetic, my brother is also famed for his muka ketat.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TUd_YOXzUeI/AAAAAAAAAdo/VtNTKNVgmGw/s1600/166685_1860432395608_1384875985_32162238_4510134_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TUd_YOXzUeI/AAAAAAAAAdo/VtNTKNVgmGw/s400/166685_1860432395608_1384875985_32162238_4510134_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the boy who stole my heart, every time</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />On a different note, esok last working day, then I am off to Kedah y'all!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-4058340309174280682?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-2954727307421655472011-01-28T11:21:00.000+08:002011-01-28T11:21:09.689+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.europapress.net/fotoweb/fotonoticia_20110127174616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://img.europapress.net/fotoweb/fotonoticia_20110127174616.jpg" width="212" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Image from kickette.com</td></tr></tbody></table>Tudia. Kegemilangan rambut Sara Carbonero. And it looks so effortless. Duniawi!!!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-295472730742165547?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-21578068664648019812011-01-25T15:51:00.000+08:002011-01-25T15:51:05.241+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I don't know why, but I have been really fascinated with jackets lately and was thinking of procuring one (sorry, my brother likes to use the word procure so aku terikut ikut and also I have been watching True Blood banyak sangat, where Bill Compton was the procurement guy for the Queen)<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.google.com.my/url?source=imglanding&amp;ct=img&amp;q=http://www.collegefashion.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/cute-spring-jackets.jpg&amp;sa=X&amp;ei=E-s4TYm9KsLUrQeMyZCzCA&amp;ved=0CAUQ8wc&amp;usg=AFQjCNGQm0rNRKziJDXujGmBSmyn8keqcQ" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="475" src="http://www.google.com.my/url?source=imglanding&amp;ct=img&amp;q=http://www.collegefashion.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/cute-spring-jackets.jpg&amp;sa=X&amp;ei=E-s4TYm9KsLUrQeMyZCzCA&amp;ved=0CAUQ8wc&amp;usg=AFQjCNGQm0rNRKziJDXujGmBSmyn8keqcQ" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Picture from collegefashion.net</td></tr></tbody></table>I know it's totally tak kena dengan weather Malaysia and all, but if only I can find one that's lightweight enough for me to wear, it would be perfect. I have tonnes of tank tops that I RARELY wear (as a result muda muda dulu boleh pakai but now seemed irrelevant) and I am so tired of cardigans and hoodies.<br /><br />My sister posted <a href="http://www.stylecovered.com/2011/01/16/once-upon-a-time/">this link</a> to the beautiful Hana Tajima, who said this about jackets:<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">&nbsp;"A jacket, especially a lightweight one, is like a good shirt or cardigan, but better in that it adds structure without the bulk"</span><br /><br /><br />And I agree with her. Given the right material, jackets can be worn in sunnier climate. But alas, I cannot seem to find a good physical store that sells quality materials with great designs. They are selling really diluted stuff&nbsp;:<br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">1) those small English garden flowers fabric is really basi la. Stop selling that already.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">2) babydoll dresses/tops, no more please. more tulip skirts and sweetheart necklines.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">3) extremely short dresses. and the way they pose with their legs crossed is so deceiving!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">OK. Enough bimbo entry.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-2157806866464801981?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-20366111805773909052011-01-19T13:29:00.001+08:002011-01-19T13:46:41.896+08:00Ok, after 17 days without nasi, hari ni I ate a plate of nasi...<br /><br />And it was HEAVENLY.<br /><br />I guess you have to miss it to appreciate it.<br /><br />I started out with a limit of 1 week of no nasi, just to get rid of the bloated feeling I was having and it got until 17 days. Which is pretty much quite impressive for a non-disciplined person like me.<br /><br />Good old nasi putih, ayam goreng and sambal belacan. BLISS.<br /><br />UPDATE: I was reading Ayesha's blog about<a href="http://tragictelenovela.blogspot.com/2011/01/diet-day-16.html"> her DUKAN diet</a>, and tried to enter my particulars in the calculation system and here's what Dr Dukan told me:<br /><br /><div style="color: red;">Please remember that this site is aimed at people who are overweight. This is not the case with you. You are responsible for this decision to sign-up again.</div><div style="color: red;"><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;He probably thought I was a major dumb ass hahaha</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-2036611180577390905?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-88284929193028092532011-01-12T10:41:00.000+08:002011-01-12T10:41:32.604+08:00Today is a sad day. Simply because I just discovered that John Krasinski is married...................................................................................... to friggin' EMILY BLUNT!<br /><br />It's one thing for him to be married, but being married to an actress whom I think is extremely beautiful. Dayum. This heart is wounded.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.google.com.my/url?source=imglanding&amp;ct=img&amp;q=http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/emily_blunt_john_krasinski_married.jpg&amp;sa=X&amp;ei=nhItTbaYLY3MrQe_wIH3CA&amp;ved=0CAUQ8wc&amp;usg=AFQjCNFURte50fn9tcnYXNZEqaJj8ZIVDg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="http://www.google.com.my/url?source=imglanding&amp;ct=img&amp;q=http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/emily_blunt_john_krasinski_married.jpg&amp;sa=X&amp;ei=nhItTbaYLY3MrQe_wIH3CA&amp;ved=0CAUQ8wc&amp;usg=AFQjCNFURte50fn9tcnYXNZEqaJj8ZIVDg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">**image from shockya.com</span></div><br />I have the most respect for couples who are tight lipped (as in case above sampai aku tak pernah tahu pun depa ni together). And Emily Blunt is effortlessly stylish.. maybe cause she's British. Tension! In most of her non-commercial images (means on her free time) she's rarely seen in heels or glammed up for attention. Respect!<br /><br />And she's got John Krasinski.<br /><br />Sigh. I want my John Krasinski please.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8828492919302809253?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-87348019967461079292011-01-10T10:37:00.000+08:002011-01-10T10:37:14.205+08:00Day 4: Had Mee Rebus Johor for lunch, and can't remember what I had for dinner, but it certainly ain't nasi<br /><br />Day 5:Had Burger king for lunch and slept the night away (cos I had another fight with the BF and food was the last thing on my mind) until Timoh woke me up for some serious fun. Lapar nak mampus sampai la aku terpaksa beli jagung bakar at Changkat.<br /><br />Day 6: Woke up at 1pm, and just realized I slept with my contact lens. What a dumb ass. Hung out with my siblings at Midvalley cause of the Property Fair that was going on there. Introduced Portuguese Grilled Fish to them but unfortunately I had to eat just the fish minus the rice. Quite a challenging test of discipline but I made it unscathed. My sisters were amazed at my ability to not eat anything until 8pm, selamat berkenalan. A slight detour of my supposedly diet, I went to Kembangan from Midvalley to Pak Lend's new Char koeyteow place. Cubit cubit from Mai's plate sikit sebab teringin.<br /><br />Day 7: Woke up at 1230 noon and tried to watch Melodi, but it just annoyed me. Went out to Pyramid but mission NOT accomplished. Stuffed my face with Ayam Penyet, also sans nasi. Mai was struggling to eat ayam without nasi ahha that poor girl. Pindah2 barang Timoh, then balik rumah and makan tomyam Zaza masak. Just sipping the tomyam of course.<br /><br />There you go. 7 days without nasik.<br /><br />It gets easier, I tell you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8734801996746107929?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-44978191807038122742011-01-06T11:29:00.000+08:002011-01-06T11:29:51.688+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo307/beautifulnara/gundik/fazura2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo307/beautifulnara/gundik/fazura2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">**Image from beautifulnara.com</span></div><br />Day 3 of my (supposedly) diet plan. No breakfast sebab sampai sampai ja office dah bukak.<br /><br />Lunch time, as usual it's very hard to find somewhere that don't serve nasi campur. All my colleagues had nasi campur and I'm quite amazed at my self discipline yesterday as I only had a bowl of sup daging sans the nasik. The waiter was quite confused when I asked for a bigger bowl (as opposed to the small bowl people sip tomyams with), and he's even more confused when I declined a pinggan of nasi. Sigh. The things I do.<br /><br />After work, I went to Tesco in search of a fridge, but was disappointed again as still xada stock (who woud've thought fridge akan sold out). So bought some fruit on the way out and went home, thinking I was safe. Alas, while I was under my duvet reading The Angel of Grozny, Timoh called and ajak pergi Carrefour.<br /><br />I ate 1 pau kacang merah, and when I got home, I stuffed kuah spagetti down my tummy (only kuah cuz the pasta dah habis, kalau ada pasta, aku dah hentam). So much for the afternoon's self discipline.<br /><br />On a happier note, I still haven't had nasi since Monday, so I guess that's a good thing. I noticed that when I stopped eating nasik, I feel less lethargic.. And my bowel movement is much much better.. I don't know why. But like my sister in law (who's a real doctor BTW, not like me who suka2 mereka reka fakta biology) said that different bodies react differently to types of food, so I guess this experiment is to see how my body reacts to certain types of food la kut hehe (she also said that if she is a psych doctor, i'd be her patient definitely, am not sure if that's a compliment or an insult hahahaha).<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.google.com.my/url?source=imglanding&amp;ct=img&amp;q=http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdR8eyUlJDo/SwjdDm0KpgI/AAAAAAAAARA/bCzFXAiymTs/s1600/2.jpg&amp;sa=X&amp;ei=LzYlTcWBGZCqrAfA7JC8Cw&amp;ved=0CAQQ8wc4Kg&amp;usg=AFQjCNFQ_87hBU0_JEHWqXVFTew7jiIcnA" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MdR8eyUlJDo/SwjdDm0KpgI/AAAAAAAAARA/bCzFXAiymTs/s320/2.jpg&amp;sa=X&amp;ei=LzYlTcWBGZCqrAfA7JC8Cw&amp;ved=0CAQQ8wc4Kg&amp;usg=AFQjCNFQ_87hBU0_JEHWqXVFTew7jiIcnA" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">** Sigh .. legs for days..</span></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ok i need to clarify something. I totally understand that I am at an OK weight, and when I'm writing about losing weight, in no way that I suggest everyone will be happier when they are thin. I am merely suggesting that everyone will be happy when they get what they want (or try to) and at this moment, what I want is to lose some weight. kthanksbye</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-4497819180703812274?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-26481436669848936722011-01-05T10:34:00.000+08:002011-01-05T10:34:28.373+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kickette.com/files/2011/01/vbvogue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.kickette.com/files/2011/01/vbvogue.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">**Picture from Vogue.com</span></div><br />OK so on the New Year's Eve I received multiple text messages from the girls regarding Maisarah's current weight (I know kepoh gila but whatever). In all honesty, ALL OF US are getting fatter.<br /><br />It's quite mind baffling, really. When I got back from Japan, I think I was slimmer cause I didn't eat nasik for a week (yes, my body is really simple, if I skip nasik, it will shrink. however my mind is not strong enough to leave nasik forever). Then 2 weeks later, I am fat! Like fat, fat. I weigh 55kg, which is dangerously bordering on the heaviest I have been in my adult life. Maybe it's due to the fact that Timoh cooks almost every single day at my place and her cooking is seriously THE BOMB! And then everyone comes over and eat and the atmosphere is so fun and I tend to overeat when I'm in a good mood (ok semua tu alasan).<br /><br />So before it's too late, I have to start leaving nasi again (what a cruel world). Today is day 2 of my no nasik diet. Day 1 (yesterday), lunch makan mee sup yang menyedihkan dan tak sedap and orang sebelah aku makan nasik dengan ikan bakar yg terlalu harum baunya. I tell myself, "Suck it up Syafiyah." Malam pulak I didn't eat anything except a packet of Oat Crunch and a mug of Nescafe simply because I'm too lazy to go out looking for food (another good thing about me is my laziness surpasses everything, including hunger).<br /><br />Day 2 adalah hari yang agak tergelincir. I bought breakfast, cause I arrived early at the office and no one was there yet. Sampai kedai, ada roti jala so i snapped 3 of those. Then lunchtime Mango pulak ajak lunch, so I had kueytiow goreng. Malam pulak berjumpa the BF, tapi luckily we had a fight and I didn't speak to him the entire time, so we didn't go makan cause there was no oral communication at all ( another good thing about me is after laziness, my ego also surpasses almost anything haha). However, the BF started speaking to me again, so we went to Murni at USJ and i picked on his roti seafood. Sigh.<br /><br />BTW the picture of Victoria Beckham above is just to remind myself not to be fat. That's all.<br /><br />Wish me luck for Day 3. I'm already feeling the hunger.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-2648143666984893672?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-45846115561177870792011-01-04T15:13:00.000+08:002011-01-04T15:13:37.366+08:00I am writing a post about new year on the 4th of January. And the previous post talks about procrastinating. How apt.<br /><br />Anyways, the summary of 2010. Ahh, 2010. Quite a lot of people say 2010 is not a good year for them... I wonder why. I loved 2010! It was a good year for my personal growth, for my family and for my friends too.<br /><br />I had a good year in terms of work, got a lot of positive feedback from my boss' VVIP about my performance in Hyderabad, and also my handiwork on some of the other important clients. Terharu pulak bila dapat thank you e-mails (especially when it's cc-ed to my boss) hahaha. So for 2011 I am given more responsibilities (in which my subconscious mind would like to run from, but let's face it, sampai bila kan?) and I hope I can meet their expectations.<br /><br />I went on several trips this year, and I hope to repeat the travels in 2011, although looking at my bank balance after that trip to Japan, maybe I have to have a longer recuperation period....<br /><br />2010 also saw 2 of my closest friends got married, which needless to say that I no longer see them at the frequency that I want.. Tapi biasala tu kan, kalau dah kahwin, they are no longer mine. (OK moving on.)<br /><br />On to 2011, I am hoping to see more of the world, preferably with the company's money but kalau ada rezeki with my own money pun OK jugak. Malas nak cakap pasal healthier lifestyle sebab selalunya tak achieve pun. I am, however, hoping to have a comfortable home, no longer living like bachelors, and the first step to that is buying a fridge (dengan harapan ada orang masak kat aku, of course).<br /><br />On a sad note (or should it be a happy note?), a lot of hearsay about weddings among my closest friends, in which I AM NOT PREPARED please. Wanek is definitely getting hitched in April. Sob Sob. Others are planning and planning and planning. The only people who doesn't talk about getting married is me and Maisarah. And Mango. hahahahaha<br /><br />All in all, 2011 promises a lot of things, things that I can't reveal, things that both saddens and excite me.<br /><br />Here's to another good year, hopefully.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-4584611556117787079?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-64226313974660514282010-12-17T11:55:00.000+08:002010-12-17T11:55:58.127+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.debteducationalliance.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Stop-Procrastinating.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.debteducationalliance.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Stop-Procrastinating.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><br />OK, I'm trying to find time to blog about Japan but seriously tak ada time (don't say where there's a will, there's a way, aku meluat dengan pepatah itu).<br /><br />Come to think about it, I have been procrastinating so many things since before japan but there was just too much to do... December is definitely a packed month.<br /><br />The first weekend was spent in Sekinchan, attending Wahida's wedding (yang tu pun aku tak blog lagi! pictures from Wanek pun tak ambil lagik) and a little bit of dancing hehehe (damn it I miss dancing so much.)<br /><br />A few days after, I departed to Tokyo, which is such an experience that I will NEVER forget. So many things happenned and so many new friends were made and so many funny and sad incidents happenned. The post will probably be more than 1, I think.<br /><br />Then I got back and was extremely tired, even though boss hinted for me to come in, I said no sebab gila penat kot. Today, departing to JB pulak for Huda's wedding, and sunday late night only will we be back...<br /><br />Then next weekend, my sister is coming over for her big move to......IJOK hehehehehhe. I have to juggle that with Huda's TWO (not one, but 2) receptions in KL.. I might have to skip that Masjid reception if time is too tight cause Ijok is not dekat OK.<br /><br />And after that comes the New Year. 2011. My brother will arrive in KL on his 31st birthday (that Jan 1,dude!) and I hope all of us will be together that day and maybe have a mini celebration for him. It has been a long time since that dude celebrated his own birthday. I can't remember the last time... Maybe the one where Lisa gave him the robber mask? When was that? like 15 years ago?<br /><br />OK so I'll probably have time to veg out and sleep all day on the weekend of 8th Jan. Maybe.<br /><br /><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">p/s: I'm talking about procrastinating cuz a <span style="background-color: yellow;">certain someone</span> gave me a reality slap about how bad my living condition is right now (room is wrecked, shower is dirty as hell, laundry not done, HANDBAG NOT CHANGED FOR THE PAST 3 MONTHS). u know who u are. hahahahahha</span></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-6422631397466051428?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-55247192217930168262010-12-06T13:04:00.001+08:002010-12-06T13:05:43.893+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1238.snc4/157004_1737165153427_1367565857_1857405_2382122_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1238.snc4/157004_1737165153427_1367565857_1857405_2382122_n.jpg" /></a></div><br />There is this thing going on in FB where you are asked to put a cartoon character as your profile picture to support a cause (violence against children i think?). My sister suggested Daria to me, so I googled it up and here is the description:<br /><br /><div style="color: purple;">"acerbic, and somewhat misanthropic girl , overtly sardonic, and extremely pessimistic"</div><br />And as usual I google defined everything to make sure the description is precise:<br /><br />Acerbic: Sour or bitter; Sarcastic or cynical; Sharp-tempered<span style="background-color: yellow;"> (check)</span><br /><br />Misanthropy: misanthrope - someone who dislikes people in general<span style="background-color: yellow;"> (check) </span>*BTW google translate says misanthropy in malay is PEMBENCI MANUSIA hahahaha<br /><br /><br />Sardonic: disdainfully or ironically humorous; scornful and mocking <span style="background-color: yellow;">(check)</span><br /><br /><br />Pessimist: a person who expects the worst <span style="background-color: yellow;">(check) </span><br /><br />These are the perfect adjectives to describe me. Just so you know.<br /><br />p/s: 1) ok, reading back this post, i just realized i'm also a nerd who google imaged, google defined and google translate EVERYTHING.<br /><br />2) Now, remember me as above, and ponder how the hell did Timoh managed to get me to so many of her outings surrounded by many people.... YES SHE IS THAT PERSUASIVE. love you mommy, if it weren't for you, I'd be socially crippled person huhu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-5524719221793016826?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-58840341422907496902010-12-03T10:54:00.000+08:002010-12-03T10:54:07.155+08:00<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVk4vENObiI?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVk4vENObiI?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />In the spirit of confessing our love for mainstream song (<a href="http://starkish.wordpress.com/2010/12/02/for-you-who-i-never-thought-would-happen/">Kish posted hers</a>), I'd like to confess that I am in love with the above song.<br /><br />Normally I'd die before admitting I love Enrique's songs (except, y'know, to dance to). But there's a certain sad tint to this song that I can relate to. I'm not sure if it's supposed to be a sad song, but that's how I read it.<br /><br />"Stop stealing my heart away"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-5884034142290749690?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-74469667882507724632010-12-01T11:24:00.000+08:002010-12-01T11:24:25.450+08:00OK I'm really bored today, and I don't feel like doing work. So guess what I did? I logged into Friendster. he he<br /><br />1) What I wrote on Fahmi's page:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TPW7BhfZXwI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/pQV1vq4bhfk/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="337" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TPW7BhfZXwI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/pQV1vq4bhfk/s400/Untitled.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />This was written when I was 18 dude! I must say I do not sound like an 18 year old. But then again, I have always got an old mind. One thing is for sure, bahagian materialistic tu kekal ada hahahaha.<br /><br />2) What I wrote on Lisa's page:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TPW-UygMpDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jkE-nWzTTJ4/s1600/Untitled2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TPW-UygMpDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jkE-nWzTTJ4/s400/Untitled2.jpg" width="400" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Also written at the age of 18. Also does not sound like an 18 year old. Also bahagian bitch tetap ada hahahaha.</div><br /><br />Disclaimer: make no mistake, I LIKE having an old mind. kthanksbye<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-7446966788250772463?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-66217974203146115202010-11-30T16:22:00.000+08:002010-11-30T16:22:22.388+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TPSysKjVqNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/gnsqOQUXW-U/s1600/w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TPSysKjVqNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/gnsqOQUXW-U/s320/w.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />Number four on the ranking of most visits to my blog from a country is TURKMENISTAN. How many of you can claim that? hahaha<br /><br />OK obviously that's my sister in law bored to death and had to read my blog cos she's got nothing else to do. hehehe<br /><br />p/s: the numbers are blacked out due to it being so small. hahahahha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-6621797420314611520?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-74160771632757313872010-11-29T22:33:00.000+08:002010-11-29T22:33:22.050+08:00At this very moment, I yearn to be jay walking in a shopping mall by myself, just wandering off staring at eye candies on display.. because it has been so long since I did that..<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zappos.com/images/735/7355232/6628-494130-d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.zappos.com/images/735/7355232/6628-494130-d.jpg" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;I'd like to have these nude pumps to wear to Hundal's wedding, unfortunately the heels are too high and Hundal would get really angry if my shoes were to be better looking than hers haha. Besides, the most important part of this shoe is the elevated front (for added comfort) ad it's very rare to find that in CHEAP shoes. maybe I should invest in a pair of ALDO? **duniawi** Cheaper option: MOD.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.myddnetwork.com/clothing-shoes-accessories/wp-content/uploads/sweetheart-neckline-dress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.myddnetwork.com/clothing-shoes-accessories/wp-content/uploads/sweetheart-neckline-dress.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Next, I'd like to have a dress as the above. A dress with a sweetheart neckline, with a tulip shaped skirt. Why tulip shaped? Cause my ass is growing so fast, berkadar terus dengan masa. Preferably I would like it to be body-con tapi apakan daya. Perhaps Forever 21 has something like this. Cheaper option: F Block?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSEW_oFKfqfkMIdJo5RFL2kmxEj-9H7D6Z0BzoxpnPWkoL_2lDw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSEW_oFKfqfkMIdJo5RFL2kmxEj-9H7D6Z0BzoxpnPWkoL_2lDw" /></a></div>Next, in relation to the ass problem, there is also the tummy problem. Most corsets use lace fabric which will totally show, if you're wearing soft fabric as your main garment. I HATE THAT! The above is called bridal corset bra (I don't know why 'bridal', it's totally useful for everyone!). The reason I'm looking at corsets is I got my baju for Sime Darby reception an the fabric is totalllllly unforgiving and there's no time to diet anymore. I have no idea where I can find this thing in KL.<br /><br />Ok la enough gluttony in one post. If I can't go shopping, maybe some dancing would do me good. hehe<br /><br />oh well.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-7416077163275731387?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-46254915103567858862010-11-24T09:20:00.001+08:002010-11-24T09:22:12.347+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.yieldmanager.edgesuite.net/atoms/cc/2f/b5/30/cc2fb5306e96fff215f69fe66580a5dc.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://content.yieldmanager.edgesuite.net/atoms/cc/2f/b5/30/cc2fb5306e96fff215f69fe66580a5dc.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>Omegadddddd am I considered dumb if I can't answer this question?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-4625491510356785886?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-63939123465437386602010-11-23T11:05:00.005+08:002010-11-23T11:45:24.327+08:00OK. Have not been producing substantial entries so far cause I have not time damn it. Here goes a few quick updates:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs011.snc3/11841_1292063906174_1367565857_821003_2813471_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 325px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs011.snc3/11841_1292063906174_1367565857_821003_2813471_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />1) The sister got transferred back to civilisation! After 4 years of living in god knows where, she got transferred to Selangor although the JPN Selangor is being a bitch about it by delaying the result of which school she got, at least my Mom is one happy camper. That's good enough.<br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1194.snc4/154637_1711787999014_1367565857_1806529_5214232_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 569px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1194.snc4/154637_1711787999014_1367565857_1806529_5214232_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>2) Hafiza Sharin aka Apek aka Cikgu Fizik yg berjaya dan genius got engaged.. Myself and Farra drove all the way from KL after work just to see her got hitched.. It seemed like it was yesterday we were in Sultanah Bahiyah, killing time by lepak dekat tangga sebelah 3C. How fast time flies. Congrats to Apek &amp; Billy, I will definitely attend your wedding in March.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs133.snc1/5692_1195016600052_1367565857_535316_5123457_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 309px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs133.snc1/5692_1195016600052_1367565857_535316_5123457_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">* 28 until APRIL 2011<br /></span></div><br />3) Wanek is back living with us! Granted, until April only, but I'll take what I can get. This is just like 28 in Section 7 dulu except now we sleep waaaaay earlier. Come to think about it, ever since our move to Randa, the flathouse has been more meriah that it used to be in PUSJ. Come April, Wanek's gonna break up with me.. Sad.<br /><br />Ok i think that's about it. Oh and I'm fat and pudgy now cause everybody comes to the house wondering what to eat and orders Dominoes damn it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-6393912346543738660?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-13518083400595758092010-11-10T09:37:00.003+08:002010-11-12T11:17:41.074+08:00This week has gone by so fast, I'm surprised it's already Friday. Most of the week, I'm drugged up on cough medicine. I've been coughing like mad since Penang and the doc gave me something gila power that I pengsan latest by 9pm until the next morning (if you think that's bad, on Tuesday I slept at 615pm until 7am the next day. That's how powerful the med that doc gave me).<br /><br />Other than being a druggie (as Ila called me haha) all week long, this week is also filled with fights and bitterness with the bf (boo freakin hoo right). So yeah you can say that since coming back from Penang, it has not been great for me (cos Penang was such a blast and reality is.... well you know).<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TNn8_Xu-HOI/AAAAAAAAAdE/717ncek2k2c/s1600/149570_1644648832026_1111030876_1763508_4867589_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TNn8_Xu-HOI/AAAAAAAAAdE/717ncek2k2c/s320/149570_1644648832026_1111030876_1763508_4867589_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537735382461717730" border="0" /></a>The pic above showed how bad i looked by the time we were at the airport, leaving for KL. I had fever and excessive coughing but I still had the time of my life (which resulted in such a shitty aftermath the week after Penang)<br /><br />I just want to curl up in my bed this weekend with my book (and most likely the notorious cough syrup), without thinking about the parking issue in my apartment, the window of my car that opens and close whenever it feels like it, the bank balance, the clamping of the other car, how I'm gonna go back for Raya Hajj weekend, the summons i got from fucking MBSA and FREAKIN WORK WORK WORK.<br /><br />Yeah, if I can do that, I will die a happy girl.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-1351808340059575809?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-87764982697014925132010-11-09T16:25:00.002+08:002010-11-09T16:26:32.570+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stylefrizz.com/img/victoria-beckham-jeans-flip-flops.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 547px;" src="http://stylefrizz.com/img/victoria-beckham-jeans-flip-flops.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Alangkah bahagianya if I can pull off an outfit like this. Comfy and cool. Those jeans must come from heaven...<br /><br />Pic from stylefrizz.com<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8776498269701492513?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-11185385951542940572010-11-01T11:44:00.003+08:002010-11-01T11:56:41.674+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TM44LOFfaNI/AAAAAAAAAc8/OTwkkVJxZUk/s1600/73657_449743670325_704780325_5600626_2794625_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TM44LOFfaNI/AAAAAAAAAc8/OTwkkVJxZUk/s320/73657_449743670325_704780325_5600626_2794625_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534422757495761106" border="0" /></a><br />Somehow, someway, Fatimah Hasfar coaxed me into partying with her on the eve of 31st Oct. That girl really has a way of making me do stuff.<br /><br />Farra Belle was the Roman Warrior, Timoh was the Dark Witch, and I was Farra Belle.<br /><br />However the story changed once we were in Werner's. Farra Belle was the Queen , Tim was the Soothsayer and I am the Royal Pet (peacock).<br /><br />Good times.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-1118538595154294057?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-26673801041298819682010-11-01T09:36:00.003+08:002010-11-01T11:57:53.354+08:00Yesterday was another milestone for me. Another move to another neighborhood.<br /><br />Everybody showed up, i think. I couldn't think of anyone who didn't show up. And I sort of felt a little guilty that the guys had to carry everything up to 4th floor, so I belanja them Domino's, and they have my deepest gratitude and I will remember this forever. Okay enough and's.<br /><br />It started out at PUSJ, where we carry the stuff little by little from upstairs turun bawah. Then the lorry came really late, like 3 hours late. The bf dah mcm cacing kepanasan (in Baity's words) cause he promised his friends nak pergi main bola., and it doesn't look like he can go.<br /><br />After an eternity, the lorry finally came and the move went ok, with all the guys being really helpful (again, I can't express how thankful I am). Once everything has been moved to level 4, I went out to buy some pizza and we all sat down and ate and laughed and ate some more. I was happy and relieved to be rid of PUSJ and the fickle owner.<br /><br />I drove to the new place on KBM, so I had to get back and get PFB from PUSJ, so the bf dropped me and Mai off to get our cars and we went inside the house once again to take some stuff with us.<br /><br />At that point, I felt something inside. Seeing the house with no cars at the porch, and no lights are on at all, I felt sad. Earlier when we were waiting for the stupid lorry, I couldn't wait to get out of PUSJ. But now, after everyone had left the apartment and we came back to PUSJ, it looks like the house is lonely.<br /><br />So I got into PFB and slowly started to drive away, my eyes watering. It's a short 1 year stay but I will miss that house very much so. The song playing when I was driving away was Sparks by Coldplay, and the tears almost dropped. Almost.<br /><br />Did I drive you away?<br />I know what you’ll say,<br />You say, “Oh, sing one we know,”<br /><br />Then when we got back to the new apartment, and it was just me and Mai, after everybody left, it just hit me that it'll be like this from now onwards. And with that realization, me and Mai sat on my bed in silence, freshly showered and wishing that the third room is occupied by any of the other girls.<br /><br />After wallowing in self pity, I called the bf and put him on speaker phone, and spoke to him while I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.<br /><br />Me: I rasa sunyi when it's just me and Mai<br />BF: But kat rumah lama pun, you dgn Mai je yg selalu ada, and you selalu duduk sorang kat atas pun<br />Me: That's different, walaupun diorang xda kat rumah, barang2 diorang ada and we are still technically housemates. Now just the 2 of us. (Bergenang lagi)<br />BF: U give it some time, nanti ok la. Sekarang ni sebab xbiasa<br />Me: That's true..<br />BF: anyway I'm glad i x pergi main bola and temankan you instead, kalau tak, December baru jumpa you balik.<br />Me: (omg tadi masa buat muka nak pi main bola, hang xfikir mcm ni????) Ye la tu.<br /><br />So I fell asleep while trying to stay awake (sebab takut nak tidur), all the while thinking I shouldn't be sad when I have got such great people as my friends.<br /><br />Oh, well.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-2667380104129881968?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-37397366678125683122010-10-25T15:29:00.003+08:002010-10-25T15:54:15.939+08:00What a long hiatus, so many things bogging me down, but I'm back.<br /><br />Anyways, ever since we all started working, we no longer go dancing on weekdays (pancit kot weii) and Tim found this club (GOSH) which admits ladies in FOC (i love all things free).<br /><br />So, last Friday, we all went to GOSH and it turns out, ladies now kena cover charge. As if that's not bad enough, cover charge men and ladies dia sama ja, which I personally think is bullshit. I mean, the secret to a successful, HETEROSEXUAL club is to please the female crowd, and when there are lots of chicks, they will attract lots of dicks (pardon the language, i'm trying to rhyme) who are normally the ones spending their money to "open bottle'" or whatever.<br /><br />At first I was a little miffed about having to pay for something that I have never paid before, but we were there already and I was with a whole lot of other people that it would seem bitchy to sulk at the corner like a kid.<br /><br />So off we go in and the music started off real nice. This is usual in GOSH; they will start off with really nice r&amp;b tunes before switching the DJ and playing shit all night long (by shit I mean something I can't dance to). HOWEVER, the flow of r&amp;b did not stop. Which makes me and Mai nervous, cause we were enjoying ourselves so much, that if the music did change, we'll probably cry in the middle of the dance floor.<br /><br />Now, to those who goes dancing with us post-UiTM, they'll probably say "ala, budak2 ni pi tayang muka saja, xda nak berdansa sgt pun..." Yes, that is due to the shit-ness of the aforementioned music.<br /><br />But that night in GOSH, that night that I had to pay for, we were all 20 again. The boys were probably terkejut to see us that way, but I didn't care. All I know is, it's really hard to find r&amp;b during weekends, and now that I've found it, I'm not gonna waste it.<br /><br />So we danced the night away like it was 2005, and a few funny drama followed, but all I can say is that night is worth every penny I paid (esp in times when me and Mai are the endangered species).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TMU2YqvmJEI/AAAAAAAAAc0/T0gA2ziPyAU/s1600/IMG00535-20101023-0302.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/TMU2YqvmJEI/AAAAAAAAAc0/T0gA2ziPyAU/s320/IMG00535-20101023-0302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531887514713203778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">**objek blurry di belakang adalah entiti yg xdiketahui<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">p/s: the problem with finding a good DJ is, I wanna go again! the problem with going again is, I have to pay! so jawapannya adalah duduk rumah diam diam ok.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-3739736667812568312?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-34572328305783520742010-09-09T10:39:00.003+08:002010-09-09T11:18:51.300+08:00The remainder of 2010 will go by quickly, I think because there's a lot in line.<div><br /></div><div>1) Raya</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't wait to see my cousin's son Ashraf Wildan. My brother said that he can do the Wonder Girls' dance. Amazing kids nowadays I tell you.</div><div><br /></div><div>2) India</div><div><br /></div><div>2 weeks after Raya, another working trip but this time I vow to find some time to look for fabric to wear to Hundal's wedding. That reminds me, I have to apply for credit card ASAP hikhik</div><div><br /></div><div>3) Moving out</div><div><br /></div><div>Another milestone for us, this time just me and Maisarah moving back to our old neighborhood. I swear, moving is such a pain in the ass. Oh well.</div><div><br /></div><div>4) Hen's Holiday</div><div><br /></div><div>Due to budget constraints, we are doing the hen's night for all 3 bride to be's at 1 time hahahaha. I have had dreams of us frolicking in Bangkok, but alas it's not meant to be.</div><div><br /></div><div>5) Wedding Hundal &amp; Wahida</div><div><br /></div><div>Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh malas nak comment.</div><div><br /></div><div>What a way to end 2010, huh.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-3457232830578352074?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-59920855112627037322010-09-09T10:16:00.003+08:002010-09-09T10:33:16.890+08:00To Intan, aku xtau nak mula mintak ampun kat mana sebab aku rasa banyak gila fault dah since dat 1st day in Serojail until now, but mostly because you're my favorite person to paku.<div><br /></div><div>To Timoh, pun xsure nak mula kat mana sebab hang yg paling selalu dengan aku, sekaligus selalunya menjadi mangsa verbal abuse aku yg paling kritikal.</div><div><br /></div><div>To Maisarah, for all the times kita berendam sama sama kat rumah and aku melalut macam macam kat hang, and most of the issues pasal rumah yg aku malas and hang rajin.</div><div><br /></div><div>To Wanek, for all the unintentional rude things I did to you, you know I didn't mean them to be rude</div><div><br /></div><div>To Hundal, for all the times aku buat muka menyampah bila hg dok buat indecisive, and selalu pinjam baju hang (dh pinjam baru cakap)</div><div><br /></div><div>To Riri, for all the times aku sembur hang kaw2, and maybe cara aku nasihat hang agak kasar, but you know it's for your own good</div><div><br /></div><div>To Wahida, cause sometimes aku balik lambat and menyebabkan hang sorang sorang kat rumah</div><div><br /></div><div>To Jasmin, kerana sometimes mulut aku laju bercakap and might say things that are hurtful</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally to the BF, xtau la nak mula kat mana sebab kat you ja kot dah berbakul-bakul. So I apologize generally for all the tantrums that you know not what the cause is, and all I did that hurt you (banyak jugak ni).</div><div><br /></div><div>As I get older, I begin to see all my faults more clearly, and even though I know my friends know how I am, I still owe them an apology (eksklusif wei, Hari Raya saja aku apologize ok)</div><div><br /></div><div>Selamat Hari Raya, I hope everyone can forgive me and we can start a clean slate.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-5992085511262703732?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-85470332345110893422010-09-06T15:24:00.006+08:002010-09-06T16:15:07.117+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://malaysia.kurnia.com/Media/Images/Insurance/ClaimsFAQ,5.1,1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 35px;" src="http://malaysia.kurnia.com/Media/Images/Insurance/ClaimsFAQ,5.1,1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><u>boom boom pow!</u></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://malaysia.kurnia.com/Media/Images/Insurance/ClaimsFAQ,5.1,1.jpg"></a><ul><li>I am thankful that I am number 3, cause the person to blame according to the law is number 4</li><li>I am thankful that numbers 1,2,4 are really nice people and came to ask how I was doing and did I call anyone to come and help me</li><li>I am thankful that despite the sad condition of KBM, I am again unscathed (again because eksiden dulu tu pun xcedera except lebam ja)</li><li>I am thankful it happenned to KBM instead of PFB cos I don't think PFB can survive a hit like this.</li><li>I am thankful that it happenned close enough to the bf's place that he can come and see what to do within 15 minutes.</li><li>I am thankful that even though so many people saw me sobbing at the roadside, everyone was polite enough not to talk about it.</li><li>I am thankful that my brother is kind enough not to yell at me over the phone and over the continent.</li><li>A few hours before my accident, another car crashed and the driver had a hole in his knee as a result of the accident. Thankful</li></ul></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8547033234511089342?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-47426151214450176192010-08-26T10:32:00.003+08:002010-08-26T13:31:11.701+08:00I'm now in the aftermath of a fever and a severe flu, as in bersin setiap 10 minit. I sound like a man, my mouth tastes like medicine and my nose is red as Rudolph.<div><br /></div><div>However, I'm proud of myself because tak tinggal puasa walaupun rasa macam nak pengsan. This is actually the first time I've fallen sick during Ramadhan. Come to think of it, tahun ni memang rekod wei. Dalam 3 bulan ni, ada la 4x kot aku jumpa doctor. I wonder why.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh well, tak boleh bangga sangat kan. Bangga dengan diri sendiri is syirik kecil.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok I watch cerita kat TV3 tu. Enuff said.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-4742615121445017619?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-34081509563704088432010-08-23T12:21:00.004+08:002010-08-23T16:37:14.527+08:00<div style="text-align: left;">Where do I start?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Ok, so long sinca a substantial entry, but this one is well deserved.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last Saturday, Huda announced that Dain proposed and they will be getting married this December. Before I start the grim part of this entry, let me just say that I am extremely happy for her and she deserves all the happiness in the world and I know for a fact that Dain is everything she ever wanted in a guy so I know they will be happy together.</div><div><br /></div><div>Having said that, this announcement threw us all into a degree of depression. Why? Because Huda once said to me, "i kalau xkahwin pun i xkisah". That is who Huda is. (or, was?) Huda is the most avid clubber among us (or, was?) Huda is the ultimate person who embraces her singleness (or, was?) </div><div><br /></div><div>The point is, if Huda is getting married, the rest of us sila bangun dari tidur. We aren't young anymore. I wish we were but we aren't. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">oh how I wish we were.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh well. Anyways I devised something called The Final Three, which is myself, Maisarah and Fatimah. We are the final three. Originally there is actually The Core 6; myself, Fatimah, Maisarah, Huda, Wanek and Intan. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">TAPI ORANG LAIN SEMUA NAK TINGGALKAN AKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.</span> ok sedikit emosi di sittew. So tinggal la the Final Three.</div><div><br /></div><div>For the record, Wahida Wanek and Huda yg confirmed getting married dalam masa terdekat. The reason why I don't include Intan and Jasmin dalam Final Three is sebab depa tu dah sampai time tu. Depa xmau announce ja. And also mereka jarang join aktiviti perempuan single.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hari sabtu haritu support group the Final Three pi karaoke, dan temanya adalah heartbreak dan lagu yg melibatkan jeritan. Mai sang "Pelamin Anganku Musnah".</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs299.snc4/41290_1575842400459_1367565857_1527806_2639726_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Enough Said.</div><div><br /></div><div>**A lil bit of disclaimer di sini as several people has misunderstood this post. I am not sad because I, too would like to get married ASAP. I am sad because most friends are getting married and I am running out of friends to hang out with. Sekian.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-3408150956370408843?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-71088476337382227362010-08-17T15:46:00.003+08:002010-08-17T15:49:02.362+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whowhatwear.com/website/admin/uploads/WTW-summer-days[4].jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 628px; height: 1080px;" src="http://www.whowhatwear.com/website/admin/uploads/WTW-summer-days[4].jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Dalam banyak banyak website yang aku selalu visit, whowhatwear.com is definitely the one yg akan membuatkan nafsu shopping aku membuak. Picture above taken from whowhatwear, showing 6 of the most stylish people on my list.<div><br /></div><div>warghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-7108847633738222736?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-80882215602185759552010-08-16T15:40:00.001+08:002010-08-16T15:43:39.896+08:00From the words of Vertical Horizon,<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">"Love can be so boring"</span></div><div><br /></div><div>-Grey skied Morning (Best I Ever Had)</div><div><br /></div><div>oh, well.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8088221560218575955?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-42623288513500146582010-07-21T16:02:00.002+08:002010-07-21T16:12:07.611+08:00Before you read this post, please read <a href="http://syafiahzaki.blogspot.com/2009/08/bitter-sarcastic-and-loud-revisited-and.html">this</a>.<div><br /></div><div>I went back to Kedah last weekend, menumpang my brother and his wife. We accidentally wore matching shirts (red and white stripes, i guess great fashionistas really do think alike).</div><div><br /></div><div>We stopped at Dunkin Donuts to get some coffee, and the boy behind the counter said, "Nak pinjam baju boleh?" dalam nada jelung like "hi kak long boleh berkenalan".</div><div><br /></div><div>Given my track record, I do not respond well to stupid questions. I know that this is supposed to be a rhetoric question, but I can't help my self, so I gave a blank stare to that kid and said, "tak boleh" as in I'm taking his question seriously.</div><div><br /></div><div>I mean, come on, I am at least 5 years older than he, and my SIL is married for God's sakes. But then, Ila delivered the punchline:</div><div><br /></div><div>"Dah tu (kalau hng pinjam baju kami) kami nak pakai apa?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Needless to say budak tu terkedu.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fahmi has chosen well.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-4262328851350014658?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-71911177604156707712010-07-21T14:12:00.003+08:002010-07-21T14:31:10.471+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs099.ash2/38300_1534232280232_1367565857_1415428_4880215_n.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs099.ash2/38300_1534232280232_1367565857_1415428_4880215_n.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">Another post about me and kids.</span></a><div><br /></div><div>I went to see Unic the other day before she disappeared for another year, and get to see Little Hawa, yang dah besar and can walk like a ketam (jalan ke sisi sebab dia pegang kat sofa).</div><div><br /></div><div>If you remember, a year back, this was what I looked like apabila memegang Hawa:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/SsAe7ZMuMJI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8QQAdj5hTmM/s320/8824_137098304269_789584269_2589267_2940464_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/SsAe7ZMuMJI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8QQAdj5hTmM/s320/8824_137098304269_789584269_2589267_2940464_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>And here's the recent picture of me holding Hawa:<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs099.ash2/38300_1534232280232_1367565857_1415428_4880215_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Still the same I guess, I get really gelabah around kids. This one is Unic's so mcm berani sikit nak try angkat2 hehehe</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">For the record, both pictures captured by Apek, and dia la manusia paling gembira melihat my awkwardness with kids.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyways, I am happy for Unic that her child is so comel and ceria and energetic and SHE DOES NOT CRY FOR MORE THAN 3 SECONDS. Itu part paling best.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh and btw, Apek telah dirisik oleh family Billy (her long time bf since her NZ days).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Which makes me think, KENAPALAH FARRA DAN SYIDA X ADA DI SINI KALAU X, I WONT FEEL SO COMPLACENT AND STAGNANT.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Intan said to me: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">"hang ni bukan susah hati sebab xkawin, hang xmau pun kawin, hang susah hati sebab kawan kawan hang nak kawin"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The most pure and correct and precise statement of this century. And that is why she knows me best.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">p/s: gambar besar sbb xreti nak resize, aku paste url dr fb sahaja.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-7191117760415670771?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-81019892181352625202010-07-15T12:20:00.003+08:002010-07-15T12:37:10.936+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am pretty sad that the WC ended. No more Ramos and Iker. I said to the bf that I will follow La Liga after this, and he just laughed to my face.</div><div><br /></div><div>The first game I watched for this edition of the WC is the German-England game, in which I lost my voice to, cheering for the Germans. Out of excitement, I high-fived with a stranger from the next table, all the while ignoring the bf cause he sokong England. Boo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>The finals, I watched at home with Maisarah and Fatimah. Although technically Fatimah only came down in front of the TV to sambung tidur. She only saw the bit where Alonso got terajang-ed on his chest, and nothing else. 4 years back, I watched the finals with Maisarah and Wanek, and Mai made me tea. This year she made me Nescafe. How age appropriate.</div><div><br /></div><div>As much as I want Holland to win, I'm happy that Spain won. Cause they've never won, and they're the best looking team in the world.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://www.kickette.com/files/2010/07/changenek.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 308px;" border="0" alt="" /><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://www.kickette.com/files/2010/07/Picture-61-500x326.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 326px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">**When topless, Ramos looks way hotter that Casillas.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.kickette.com/files/2010/06/nandofit.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">**Nando, even though you lost your mojo, your haircut totally made me force the bf to cut his hair too (although he claims he had this haircut a year ago and I was too blonde to notice)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">PICTURES FROM <a href="http://kickette.com">kickette.com </a>, my new favorite webpage.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8101989218135262520?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-11723506207308125212010-07-15T10:03:00.002+08:002010-07-15T10:09:57.628+08:001) Nasi Yasmeen<div>2) Koeyteow Sup Taman Nuri</div><div>3) Popia Jamal</div><div>4) Keuyteow Goreng kat Zefee</div><div>5) Burger Gemilang</div><div>6) Twister kat Jitra (damn lama gila xkena benda ni)</div><div>7) Nasik macha kat corner nak masuk Taman Nuri</div><div>8) Nasi Ali</div><div>9) Koeyteow Kerang Tmn PKNK</div><div>10) Mama masak</div><div><br /></div><div>ok aku ada 4 hari nak setel ini semua.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wish me luck</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-1172350620730812521?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-13403553663223846462010-07-03T11:42:00.002+08:002010-07-03T11:50:30.732+08:00Sometimes you feel like that is EXACTLY what you want....<div><br /></div><div>Until you almost get it (or it looks like you're gonna get it)</div><div><br /></div><div>Then you'll start to have your doubts (not ready for it, or not sure about it, or whatever the reason is)</div><div><br /></div><div>Damn.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-1340355366322384646?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-23597707880890462912010-07-01T09:40:00.000+08:002010-07-01T09:42:09.696+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/sp/getty/c9/fullj.f5e1930071a40ba0b8a010f3baf2e694/f5e1930071a40ba0b8a010f3baf2e694-getty-fbl-wc2010-match56-esp-por.jpg?x=660&amp;y=484&amp;xc=1&amp;yc=1&amp;wc=660&amp;hc=484&amp;q=100&amp;sig=9dsDCUp9K9re40.pWTB2gQ--"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 660px; height: 484px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/sp/getty/c9/fullj.f5e1930071a40ba0b8a010f3baf2e694/f5e1930071a40ba0b8a010f3baf2e694-getty-fbl-wc2010-match56-esp-por.jpg?x=660&amp;y=484&amp;xc=1&amp;yc=1&amp;wc=660&amp;hc=484&amp;q=100&amp;sig=9dsDCUp9K9re40.pWTB2gQ--" border="0" alt="" /></a>God bless the World Cup.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-2359770788089046291?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-63312130480056948552010-06-25T09:46:00.002+08:002010-06-25T09:57:18.044+08:00<div style="text-align: left;">Four years ago, myself Wani and Maisarah stayed up late to watch the final game of World Cup. I rooted for Italy, they France. We don't watch any of the WC matches, just the final. Mai actually made some tea for us, while we watch Zidane headbutt Materazzi.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was bliss.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fast forward to the present, I was told by the practical student in my office this morning that Italy no longer qualifies. Sigh~</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.oleole.it/media/main/images/blogs/images/group1/subgrp166/inzaghigolnumero300_221154.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Goodbye My Lover</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I have had a crush on this guy since I was 17. WC 2002.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-6331213048005694855?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-291425800621858302010-06-22T10:28:00.003+08:002010-06-22T10:32:16.860+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0omTVwBVvZo/TB5Dyi9Ys5I/AAAAAAAAsIo/HjojTZ4cHCc/s320/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0omTVwBVvZo/TB5Dyi9Ys5I/AAAAAAAAsIo/HjojTZ4cHCc/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I want this dress but am doubtful cause I've got an ass and the fabric looks unforgiving. Opinions?<div><br /></div><div>Dress is from Coco Goddess</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-29142580062185830?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-19466996368121782162010-06-16T15:27:00.004+08:002010-06-19T10:13:07.646+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3hrMD8vmVAk/S8wShzkyj1I/AAAAAAAACEU/OwINhz0hjes/s320/lagendabudaksetan.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div>Myself, Wahida and Huda watched LBS last night. I'm not sure what my opinion is.<div><br /></div><div>The Book: </div><div><br /></div><div>As a teenager, I read the book and like kids my age, remembered it quite vividly. Before the movie premiered, I re-read it again and find that my views on it has changed since last I read it at 13. Back then I think the story was so romantic and Kasyah is such a gentlemen to have waited for Ayu for so long. But now, I think Kasyah is a bit of a moron and Ayu is a mean bitch (ok, harsh choice of words).</div><div><br /></div><div>The Movie:</div><div><br /></div><div>1) Choice of Actors</div><div><br /></div><div>The best actor in the movie, hands down, is Que Haidar. The worst is that girl who played Emilia. (" aku dapat merasakan sesuatu yg aneh" who the hell speaks like that?) Lisa Surihani is kayu, but I understand why the director chose her. She's the hottest actress nowadays and even I couldn't think of another actress to play Ayu (not because dia talented, tp sebab dia eye candy and xbanyak choices when it comes to actresses that can sell in Malaysia). Farid Kamil..... well he has room for improvement.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nasib baik dia xmasukkan all those "funny" actors yg gerenti membuatkan aku xkan pi tgk movie ini (namely Apek Senario, or anyone from Senario, and Nabil Raja Lawak.)</div><div><br /></div><div>2) Storyline</div><div><br /></div><div>The story develop cepat gila sampai xda masa nak savor the sad moments. They excluded the part when they were in the US, presumably to save cost. There was no indication of Kasyah being heartbroken (xlost weight, or serabai, or whatever it is heartbroken ppl do). They should have made the movie in 3 parts, baru boleh adapt the book perfectly into a movie.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I have to admit moments romantis Kasyah &amp; Ayu is perfectly executed by the director dan membuatkan yours truly berasa agak envious and wishing the bf is more into displaying his affections. Wishful thinking.</div><div><br /></div><div>And the scenes with Que Haidar being abusive, memang terer la. Nampak real siut.</div><div><br /></div><div>All in all, I liked the moments with Farid Kamil &amp; Lisa Surihani (although the fact that she can't act remains) simply sebab they look good together. That girl who played Emilia, that's the biggest mistake of the movie.</div><div><br /></div><div>And Fazura? That girl can do no wrong. And she's perfectly cast as Kate sebab in the book, Kate is portrayed as a very urban and modern girl (whereas Ayu is portrayed as.... well ayu.)</div><div><br /></div><div>I await Katerina the Movie.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-1946699636812178216?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-62594596210836096382010-06-14T14:29:00.003+08:002010-06-14T14:51:24.864+08:00Last post was on May 21st? Yikes.<div><br /></div><div>Well, I don't blog about my daily activities mainly because I do not have daily activities. Simple enough. It's just bangun tido, work, balik rumah, read some books or watch a movie and go to sleep. Itu saja. People who blog about their daily life mempunyai hidup yg sangat interesting ok.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">contohnya: Today I woke up at 830 am, and went to gym. Found someone cute at the gym, and he asked for my phone number! Then I went to Starbucks to get my daily coffee fix and met with my girls for some gossipping session. Checked my e-mail and did some work from Starbucks (love free internet). Shop for some tops and found these gorrrrrgeous jeggings** and I just had to buy one! Checked my watch and it's 6pm! Man we did gossip a lot just now. Ok, time to go home, and get ready for tonight's soiree! Chow!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>U get what I mean. Ada beberapa mitos di dalam perenggan di atas (if indeed I posted it on my blog la):</div><div><br /></div><div>1) I don't go to the gym. It's expensive and I don't have any ounce of willpower.</div><div>2) Some guy asked for my phone number? Total myth.</div><div>3) Buying coffee at Starbucks? Please.</div><div>4) Met with my girls <-- Quite a long time since I have actually had an outing with them, most are blissfully in love and busy with their lives (I'm not complaining, it comes with the age, I guess)</div><div>5) Did some work from Starbucks <-- Pleeeeease mana ada boleh mcm ni, aku xmasuk office 2 hari saja, touchdown to KLIA the first call I made was to my boss. Kacau bilau habis</div><div>6) I cannot wear jeggings. I have huge wobbly thighs.</div><div>7) Tonight's soiree? In real life, it is defined as berendam atas katil watching reruns of Twilight on my laptop.</div><div><br /></div><div>The only truth in that perenggan is:</div><div><br /></div><div>1) I love free internet.</div><div><br /></div><div>If I were to write about my daily activities, it'd sound something like this:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">My alarm (ringtone: You Look Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton) rang at 0630hrs and I groggily got up and sembahyang Subuh. Tidur balik until second alarm (Ringtone: Merry Christmas. It's a box clock beli kat Stadium Darulaman courtesy of my broher) at 0750hrs. Snoozed that alarm and went back to sleep until my 3rd alarm (ringtone: You Look Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton) went off at 0800hrs. Still I refuse to get up and guling2 for a few more minutes.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok setakat itu saja sudah cukup membosankan. (if you wanna hear the rest of the story, something must be wrong with you, but tell me anyway haha)</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, that's the reason I don't write too often. I usually write when there are issues (however superficial that is). But nowadays, I haven't had much human contact so xbanyak issue nak diceritakan.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just for the sake of updating.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">**Jeggings = jeans + leggings (belajar dari my SIL)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-6259459621083609638?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-82808153997876842852010-05-21T12:58:00.002+08:002010-05-21T14:34:09.557+08:00I logged into my Friendster account, and found an entry I wrote back when Tim was having problems with her then-bf.<div><br /></div><div>This was written on August 17th, 2008. (I am such a good BULLSHIT-er)</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><h2 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none; margin-top: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">friends. what else?</h2><div class="entry" style="line-height: 1.4em; "><p style=" ;font-size:1.05em;">at the time of this post, a couple of my friends are going through a rough time. there’s not much that i can do about that of course other than bagi advice mcm bagus like i always do.</p><p style=" ;font-size:1.05em;">so we ended up going <strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 0); ">karaoke saturday nite</span></strong>, which i have to note a few things:</p><p size="1.05em" style=" ">1.my ears don’t bleed as much as they used to when timah nyanyi. so maybe im beginning to be immune by it</p><p size="1.05em" style=" ">2.lately mcm ada epidemik lelaki berperangai <del>oink-oink</del> yg xsepatutnya. dont know why. ramai pulak tu</p><p size="1.05em" style=" ">just to distract their mind la. it’s not like i’m crazy to go karaoke (like some people) but there’s a lot that i would do for my frens.</p><p size="1.05em" style=" ">the next night we went to <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 51); "><strong>putrajaya </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">pulak. just to kill time and not focus on our troubles. and these are the few things that i would like to note.</span></p><p style="font-size: 1.05em; ">1. me n tim made it to precinct 9 tanpa sesat. wow. we don’t need the gps after all rite tim?</p><p style="font-size: 1.05em; ">2.driving is a great therapy (regardless aku tidoq ja the whole way kan)</p><p style="font-size: 1.05em; ">then on sunday, the last day of the weekend, we went to <strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 255); ">bukit tinggi</span></strong>. and camped in the fitting room for a 45 minutes taking pictures. which lead me to a few other points.</p><p style="font-size: 1.05em; ">1. i need a diet. yup. the fats are back</p><p style="font-size: 1.05em; ">2.camwhores have all the fun.</p><p style="font-size: 1.05em; ">3.retail therapy is so true. it is not a myth.</p><p style="font-size: 1.05em; "></p><p style="font-size: 1.05em; ">anyways, moral of the story is <strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204); ">regardless of what your activity is, if you are with the right people, it will be a blast</span></strong>.</p><p style="font-size: 1.05em; ">and also, <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153); ">take it easy</span></strong>. yup. <strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 0); ">take it easy and chill.</span></strong></p><p style="font-size: 1.05em; "><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">enjoy those who are with you and let those who are not be where they want to be instead. life is too short to force people around to be where they don’t want to be.</span></strong></p><p style="font-size: 1.05em; "><strong>ho ho ho</strong></p></div></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8280815399787684285?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-87394064944052646892010-05-18T17:23:00.007+08:002010-05-18T17:37:29.508+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S_Jdl7KZxTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/-nSIDkMT8RI/s1600/8B163246.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S_Jdl7KZxTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/-nSIDkMT8RI/s320/8B163246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472539403326440754" /></a>It was a month ago, Wanek sudah berpunya. Sob Sob.<div><br /></div><div>How come I didn't blog about this earlier? Beats me. Lupa langsung.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, Congrats to them, Depa ni on and off punya la banyak kali, sampai aku lost count.</div><div><br /></div><div>The drive to Batu Pahat was pretty mellow, we thought we were late rupanya tak. The food was excellent. The temperature was unforgivable. OTW balik lepak McD Batu Pahat, singgah Carrefour, Caa bought a dress, Baity bought flip flops and so did Rina cause he lost his masa kat rumah Wanek. I saw a cute pair of sunnies tp xbeli (I regretted this). I slept from Yong Peng to Seremban.</div><div><br /></div><div>BTW this is Megu that I always mention helping me out with my car woes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Seronok tengok orang get engaged dan dicelebrate.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S_Jer1CgrXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/tW4nnbxR-uw/s320/8B163218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472540604273569138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Pastu gedik nak pose mcm bersanding. This is our bersanding face. Which is why kami tidak boleh bersanding. I look constipated.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8739406494405264689?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-48241956314796262902010-05-17T15:25:00.002+08:002010-05-17T15:56:12.517+08:00I'm fasting today, so without the coffee fix in the morning, I was so sleepy that I went back home to sleep during lunch hour. On the way back to the office, I heard the song Push by Matchbox 20 on the radio and it took me back to the 90s when the song came out.<div><br /></div><div>At that time, a cousin of mine was about to get married. My mother packed me and my sister up (brother was in boarding school) and drove to Bukit Mertajam to help out. I remember having so much fun there sebab meriah and so many relatives were there to help. Although the house was small, it felt so homely.</div><div><br /></div><div>My mother always make it a point to help people out, no matter how leceh it is. I always mused in my head "kenapa la nak sangat tolong sampai mcm ni" but she insists on doing it anyway. This particular aunt of mine, the mother of the bride in this story, has 4 kids. My mother helped out with the kenduri of 3 of them (3 because the last child is not married yet, otherwise it would have been 4).</div><div><br /></div><div>Every single time she would pack the 3 of us up, and drove the late KX8928 (which I assure you should be illegal for long distance driving) to Bkt Mertajam.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fast forward to 2009, a few days before my brother's reception. This aunt of mine came a few days earlier, stayed at a hotel with 2 of her kids, with THEIR kids and came to help out. They were at our place until wee hours, attending to the details.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, you get what I'm trying to say here. What you give, you get back. I saw that during the preparation of my brother's reception. So many people came to help us out. People who, one way or another, my mother has helped in the past.</div><div><br /></div><div>In my case, probably no one will help me as I tend to avoid leceh situations hahaha. Nak sangat kahwin xda reception, amik hang.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, what was your memory of the song "Push"?<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-4824195631479626290?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-76448072476614937052010-05-05T10:22:00.003+08:002010-05-05T10:32:32.594+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs330.ash1/28666_1409456189277_1018630428_31231192_1675936_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 719px; height: 482px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs330.ash1/28666_1409456189277_1018630428_31231192_1675936_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Ima got hitched last week. Wow.<div><br /></div><div>Anyways from the picture above you can see the kneeling idiot with the hopeful expression on her face is myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is actually my first time attending a nikah in a mosque. A different feel, I must say. Rasa mcm lagi formal and less laid back, but in a good way. (Ima actually forgot what beristighfar is, that's how nervous she was)</div><div><br /></div><div>Sidebar: Mama dok hint kat aku, lucky I have Lisa hahaha.</div><div><br /></div><div>OK congrats to Imomamo and Kasmomo. I await for mini MOMOs. (urhhhhh the idea of Ima being a Mum baffles me)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-7644807247661493705?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-27074393889089928932010-04-29T17:08:00.005+08:002010-04-29T17:31:06.260+08:00I just found out that someone is reading my blog to keep up with his ex-gf's whereabouts.<div><br /></div><div>Please don't do that. Other than it offends me (you know, because I thought that my millions of readers read my blog because I'm interesting, not because they want to stalk my friends) it also goes to show how pathetic you are.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please know when you're not wanted.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please know when you're not welcomed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please know when to take a hint.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please know when to stop sebab right now, you look pretty sad. Much like the way I look at the kids in Bersamamu.</div><div><br /></div><div>OK, have a nice life.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, and tolong ada perasaan malu sikit boleh dak?</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-2707439388908992893?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-53669241188375326792010-04-12T11:51:00.003+08:002010-04-12T12:43:17.385+08:00<div style="text-align: left;">There was once a couple named Trisha and Victor. They were happy until Victor fucked a whore named Married Whore. So Victor and Trisha broke up, and Victor went into a "relationship" with Married Whore.</div><div><br /></div><div>Trisha was broken and cried day in and out, while her friend named Samdol watched and broke a little on the inside.</div><div><br /></div><div>Time goes by, Trisha stopped crying and resumed her life. Seemed to be having a pretty ok recovery, and realised so many other boys are fawning all over her, so she doesn't really have to grieve over Victor.</div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, Samdol and Trisha's other friends sometimes stalked Victor's FB page (come on, who doesn't do that these days?) and saw that indeed, Victor and Married Whore are a happy couple, often publicizing their "love" online, both love secara amnya dan love as in make love. As much as Samdol and her friends were about to vomit dog shit, they thought that perhaps as twisted as it is, Victor and Married Whore are indeed in love with each other. You know, the kind of love where you stuck by each other no matter what.</div><div><br /></div><div>But alas, karma does not work that way. No no no it doesn't.</div><div><br /></div><div>After a much publicized affair, Married Whore left Victor for another guy. Who happens to be Victor's friend.</div><div><br /></div><div>Samdol and her friends suspect that Victor is feeling pretty much like what Trisha was feeling when he cheated on her.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karma's a bitch, ain't it?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwr6z4Sp8w1qzda5bo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 357px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">p/s: Trisha bukan Trisha Yearwood, Victor bukan Victor Krum and we all know that Samdol is a pretty girl hehehe.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-5366924118837532679?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-40328998881041186902010-04-12T09:45:00.002+08:002010-04-12T10:05:01.579+08:00<b>Samdol #1</b><div><br /></div><div>I just bought myself a Wifi enabled phone. So I was fooling around with it, downloading stuff with what I thought was my office internet. My line was barred the next day with a total bill of MYR 280.</div><div><br /></div><div>I cried a little when I was paying the bill.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Samdol #2</b></div><div><br /></div><div>On Friday, I got home from work at 1am and was exhausted. Parked my car, went upstairs, wolfed down the nasi goreng Intan tapau-ed for me (in which I bailed on the lepak session because of work) and went straight to sleep. 4 hours later I woke up and prepared for work and couldn't find my keys. So I took my brother's car to work.</div><div><br /></div><div>After I got back from work, I looked into my car (which of course, is locked) and there was the keys.</div><div><br /></div><div>(Megu and his friend spent 2 hours in resolving this matter. Thanks guys. For the record Megu saved my ass in stupid situations like this more than once)</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Samdol #3</b></div><div><br /></div><div>I spilled some curry on my work clothes (which in itself is a pretty samdol thing to do), so in order to get it out, I borrowed some of Mai's clorox. Unknowingly I dipped my fingers into the clear liquid and gosok atas stain tu (like the dynamo commercial). The stain was gone in 2 seconds and I was ecstatic...</div><div><br /></div><div>Until I feel the burning sensation on my fingers.</div><div><br /></div><div>(Apparently you can't dip your fingers into Clorox. Ia mengakis)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">p/s: how do I cure this bout of samdol-ness? should I eat some raisins or something?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-4032899888104118690?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-81645663445825994562010-04-07T15:46:00.004+08:002010-04-08T15:44:04.843+08:00Some people collect stamps, some people collect foreign currency, some people collect memorabilias.<div><br /></div><div>I collect clothes. And lately i collect, to be particular, dresses.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have lost track of how many dresses I own, because I haven't been arranging my closet lately (but it is in my to-do list). Let's see, I bought quite a number from blogshops, Cotton On ( I am addicted to them sebab murah gila kot), TeeToo, and banyak lagi la.</div><div><br /></div><div>Which is why aku sangat pissed off bila dobi hilangkan baju aku. The problem is, if indeed I lost my clothes at the laundry, dah lama lepas tu baru aku sedar, when I am actually looking for that particular dress/top/shorts/whatever.</div><div><br /></div><div>So the other day, I made a count on the items I sent to the laundry. This particular laundry lost my sister in law's t-shirts before, so I plan to get them good if they lost any of mine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hantar laundry..Ambik laundry...did the count and compared them to my list...</div><div><br /></div><div>EXCEPT that I fucking lost my list.</div><div><br /></div><div>Syafiah Zaki, you are such a fuckup, you know that?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">p/s: excuse the language. marah sungguh aku kepada diri sendiri. and I suspect ada ja yg dobi tu hilangkan. "hilang", my ass.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8164566344582599456?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-61451778220658585862010-04-07T15:02:00.001+08:002010-04-07T15:04:28.745+08:00My two cents on a friend's page:<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><div class="UIIntentionalStory_Header"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; 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float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs308.ash1/23212_1545739807_862_q.jpg" alt="Rashdan Rahim" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1545739807" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Rashdan Rahim</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080c643225d0610" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">diorg nak jd samseng. pukil ngan club. hahahahaha</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:37:13 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228180" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Abbaz Smakl" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs622.ash1/27371_518904334_9651_q.jpg" alt="Abbaz Smakl" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Abbaz Smakl</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080ca324be6586e" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">dan : ikot statement ok..g clubbing..bkn menclubbing ke kan.huahua~~</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:38:08 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228183" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000473896174" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Rizz Iskandar" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs266.snc3/23079_100000473896174_9609_q.jpg" alt="Rizz Iskandar" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000473896174" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Rizz Iskandar</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080cd6833ab9832" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">stress dik......</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:38:25 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228189" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Abbaz Smakl" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs622.ash1/27371_518904334_9651_q.jpg" alt="Abbaz Smakl" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Abbaz Smakl</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080d0ab366da898" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">bang wan : tau stress..tp nape club yg dituju...</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:39:10 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228192" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000473896174" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Rizz Iskandar" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs266.snc3/23079_100000473896174_9609_q.jpg" alt="Rizz Iskandar" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000473896174" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Rizz Iskandar</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080d3fd3e619bcb" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">ntahla kan... macam dah takde tuhan nak mengadu...</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:40:10 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228195" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1545739807" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Rashdan Rahim" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs308.ash1/23212_1545739807_862_q.jpg" alt="Rashdan Rahim" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1545739807" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Rashdan Rahim</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080d7603fe79e55" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">jd bouncer kat club pun samseng gak. hahahaha<br /><br />entah. diorg suka kot ade lagu dum dum kuat2</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:40:40 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228200" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Abbaz Smakl" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs622.ash1/27371_518904334_9651_q.jpg" alt="Abbaz Smakl" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Abbaz Smakl</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080daab36272ec3" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">bg wan : ha...direct jeh. hehe...tu yg terpikir tu. nape mencari 'ketenangan' di club..org2 muda skang lah...</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:41:19 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228203" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000473896174" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Rizz Iskandar" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs266.snc3/23079_100000473896174_9609_q.jpg" alt="Rizz Iskandar" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000473896174" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Rizz Iskandar</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080ddf229da3af5" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">ontahla..... kalau abg, sport je..</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:41:47 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228205" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Abbaz Smakl" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs622.ash1/27371_518904334_9651_q.jpg" alt="Abbaz Smakl" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Abbaz Smakl</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080e14f7a16b78b" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">dan : lagu dum2 kuat, increase adrenalin + other hormon -> make u even more tired + stress..itu ke namanya ketenangan?</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:42:13 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228208" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1545739807" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Rashdan Rahim" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs308.ash1/23212_1545739807_862_q.jpg" alt="Rashdan Rahim" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1545739807" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Rashdan Rahim</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080e49f3d586f30" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">ngan aku en. ps aku jela yang aku bantai. hahahahaha... paling x aku dok kat umah bukan merayau2</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:42:59 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228210" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000344895996" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Mohd Idrus" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v22943/1644/44/q100000344895996_3312.jpg" alt="Mohd Idrus" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000344895996" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Mohd Idrus</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080e7eb51725c25" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">ntah... aku pun xtau.. aku kanak-kanak lagi.. so tak berkaitan... :-P</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:43:15 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228211" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Abbaz Smakl" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs622.ash1/27371_518904334_9651_q.jpg" alt="Abbaz Smakl" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Abbaz Smakl</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080eb476ed58e27" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">band duan : kan2..byk lg xtvt yg kalo diikutkan blh wat kalo stress.kan? sport. hobbies...</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:43:35 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228213" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1545739807" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Rashdan Rahim" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs308.ash1/23212_1545739807_862_q.jpg" alt="Rashdan Rahim" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1545739807" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Rashdan Rahim</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080eea334d5251c" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">diorg nak menjerit tp xnak org dengar kot. so dlm tu bising, xdengo la klo mencarut pun. hehehehe...<br />diorg nak exercise, leh nari2</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:44:04 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228216" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Abbaz Smakl" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs622.ash1/27371_518904334_9651_q.jpg" alt="Abbaz Smakl" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Abbaz Smakl</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080f21370fbcfbc" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">dan : yela dah ko mat gamer...kih2...ingt lg artikel itu? yeke xmerayau? ke meracau dlm rumah? haha<br /><br />idrus : yela tu kanak2...dh layak jd bapak org dah. haha</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:44:48 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228220" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Abbaz Smakl" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs622.ash1/27371_518904334_9651_q.jpg" alt="Abbaz Smakl" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Abbaz Smakl</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080f5646516eb80" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">dan : wah...best eh jerit2 nih? hehe..ape lg ko xnk g club ke? hahhaa</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:45:50 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228227" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1545739807" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Rashdan Rahim" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs308.ash1/23212_1545739807_862_q.jpg" alt="Rashdan Rahim" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1545739807" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Rashdan Rahim</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080f8cc06f344e2" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">aku jerit xsedap. nnt pecah speaker xleh seswaikan diri ngan gelombang sore aku. kakakaka... baik aku blasah main game ke, psg gundam ke. abes gak 'misi2' aku</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:46:58 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228235" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Abbaz Smakl" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs622.ash1/27371_518904334_9651_q.jpg" alt="Abbaz Smakl" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Abbaz Smakl</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080fc290589e2f7" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">yeke pecah speker? exagerate btol. hehehe...dan ko bukak ah club kat umah ko..tinggi tu..mcm SKY LOUNGE!<br />hahahahahah</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:48:36 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228269" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1546476136" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Mohamad Syafiqe Abdul Rahim" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs649.snc3/27493_1546476136_3176_q.jpg" alt="Mohamad Syafiqe Abdul Rahim" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1546476136" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Mohamad Syafiqe Abdul Rahim</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d080ff7220732504" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">sebab nak lebih ikut ke arah kekafiran...</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:53:36 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228273" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/alexanderbeemermijen" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Alexander Beemer Mijen" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs627.snc3/27476_573942359_2042_q.jpg" alt="Alexander Beemer Mijen" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/alexanderbeemermijen" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Alexander Beemer Mijen</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d0810a2463921e28" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">supaya lepas gi clubbing, boleh letak gambar dalam facebook. orang gi clubbing bukan sebab nak cari ketenangan, orang pegi clubbing sebab diorang nak jumpa kawan, kebetulan kawan2 semua suka muzik rancak, maka pergila tempat yang ada muzik rancak. kalau suka lagu nasyid, jumpalah kawan yang suka lagu nasyid. cuma aku terkilan generasi kita ni suka <span class="text_exposed_hide">...<span class="text_exposed_link" style="font-size: 11px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; white-space: nowrap; display: block; "><a style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">See More</a></span></span></div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:55:26 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section comment_228278 UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228278" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1367565857" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Syafiyah A. Zaki" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs301.ash1/23082_1367565857_949_q.jpg" alt="Syafiyah A. Zaki" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1367565857" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Syafiyah A. Zaki</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d0810f977b43f66d" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">because dancing is a hobby. there's nothing wrong with clubbing as long as there's no substance abuse and xkacau org lain right?</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 22:57:46 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">about an hour ago</abbr> · <label class="uiLinkButton async_throbber" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; vertical-align: middle; "><input type="submit" name="delete[228278]" value="Delete" class="stat_elem" style="font-weight: normal; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); cursor: pointer; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: top; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "></label></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228296" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Abbaz Smakl" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs622.ash1/27371_518904334_9651_q.jpg" alt="Abbaz Smakl" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Abbaz Smakl</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d0811386672cd87d" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">syafiqe : wah kekafiran? berat tu...<br /><br />alex : maka can we cocnlude club = tempat org2 hensem2 n cantik2? hehehhe<br /><br />shep : lagi2...</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:07:02 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">54 minutes ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228301" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Abbaz Smakl" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs622.ash1/27371_518904334_9651_q.jpg" alt="Abbaz Smakl" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Abbaz Smakl</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d08117390e56b493" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">alex : yg letak gmbr dlm fb tu mmg xblh tahan eh..hehe~~</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:07:54 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">53 minutes ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section comment_228322 UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228322" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1367565857" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Syafiyah A. Zaki" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs301.ash1/23082_1367565857_949_q.jpg" alt="Syafiyah A. Zaki" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1367565857" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Syafiyah A. Zaki</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d0811c634d34e34f" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">ppl always associate clubbing dgn drug and alcohol abuse. if u have an issue with substance abuse, jgn guna term clubbing. guna term substance abuser.<br /><br />i can say the same thing abt org yg lepak snuker sampai pagi. cuma ppl dont pay attention to that sebab there's not much publicity. but the same argument can be used kan? whatever they do in clubs can also happen in those places.<br /><br />(open to discussion, of course bazli hehehe)</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:14:06 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">47 minutes ago</abbr> · <label class="uiLinkButton async_throbber" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; vertical-align: middle; "><input type="submit" name="delete[228322]" value="Delete" class="stat_elem" style="font-weight: normal; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); cursor: pointer; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: top; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "></label></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228345" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Abbaz Smakl" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs622.ash1/27371_518904334_9651_q.jpg" alt="Abbaz Smakl" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Abbaz Smakl</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d08120944c161d53" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">shep : yup..sbb yg aku tau lah kan. correct me if i'm wrong, kat malaysia nih lain skit the clubbing2 senario dier. compare to overseas, kat sana mcm more terkawal. tu yg kwn aku gtau lah. dier ckp kat sini mcm dasat skit. crowded. byk terdedah2 dgn bnda2 tu. tu yg aku taulah...</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:18:48 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">42 minutes ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section comment_228379 UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228379" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1367565857" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Syafiyah A. Zaki" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs301.ash1/23082_1367565857_949_q.jpg" alt="Syafiyah A. Zaki" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1367565857" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Syafiyah A. Zaki</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d08125692637927a" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">i've never gone clubbing in other countries, so xboleh la nak komen.<br /><br />tp if ur worried about substance abuse, u have to widen ur eyes. substance abuse happens di mana mana sahaja and in all ages.<br /><br />you can't pigeonhole this thing hanya utk orang orang yang pergi clubbing.<span class="text_exposed_hide">...<span class="text_exposed_link" style="font-size: 11px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; white-space: nowrap; display: block; "><a style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">See More</a></span></span></div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:25:23 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">35 minutes ago</abbr> · <label class="uiLinkButton async_throbber" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; vertical-align: middle; "><input type="submit" name="delete[228379]" value="Delete" class="stat_elem" style="font-weight: normal; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); cursor: pointer; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: top; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "></label></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228418" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Abbaz Smakl" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs622.ash1/27371_518904334_9651_q.jpg" alt="Abbaz Smakl" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Abbaz Smakl</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d08129d82eec3c14" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">yg pasal substance abuse tu mg suke tmpt risiko lah. but in that kind of place, kite mcm sengaja mendedahkan diri kita kan? yup, kite blh cube utk mengelak, but there will always other people yg nk amek kesempatan kan? hehhe...</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:35:20 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">25 minutes ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section comment_228434 UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228434" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1367565857" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Syafiyah A. Zaki" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs301.ash1/23082_1367565857_949_q.jpg" alt="Syafiyah A. Zaki" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1367565857" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Syafiyah A. Zaki</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d0812ee47a732364" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">that’s like saying kalau kita masuk church, kita akan tempted to convert to Christianity. regardless of where u are, kalau u nak try drugs, alcohol or sex, u akan try. personally I think it’s all about mindset. kalau u dah set ur mind xnak all those, u duduk kat mana pun u xakan try them. tp kalau u dah set ur mind u nak try, u xpergi club pun u akan try.<br /><br />ur turn hehehe</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:42:09 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">19 minutes ago</abbr> · <label class="uiLinkButton async_throbber" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; vertical-align: middle; "><input type="submit" name="delete[228434]" value="Delete" class="stat_elem" style="font-weight: normal; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); cursor: pointer; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: top; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "></label></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228454" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Abbaz Smakl" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs622.ash1/27371_518904334_9651_q.jpg" alt="Abbaz Smakl" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Abbaz Smakl</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d08133462ca634ee" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">owh yg pasal mindset tu mmg bersetuju lah. sumenye terletak pd pilihan diri kita jugak. mmg kite blh control. tp ade org yg blh amek kesempatan. benda tu beyond our control lah. tp bile kite menempatkan diri kita di tempat tu secara xsengaja sbnrnye kite telah mendedahkan ourself kepada 'hazard' tu. kan2?<br /><br />tp compare to all generation ko perasan x bdak2 skang lg dasat? kdg2 kite tgk diorng pon kite geleng kepala? hahaha<br /></div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:48:37 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">12 minutes ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228467" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/alexanderbeemermijen" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Alexander Beemer Mijen" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs627.snc3/27476_573942359_2042_q.jpg" alt="Alexander Beemer Mijen" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/alexanderbeemermijen" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Alexander Beemer Mijen</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d081370d71d29482" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">baz jom pegi clubbing kat DeBali kat Stulang Laut tu. nanti i datang JB i give you a call, we go la. you dok enjoy je la kalau tak minum hehehehe =D</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:51:55 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">9 minutes ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section comment_228470 UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228470" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1367565857" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Syafiyah A. Zaki" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs301.ash1/23082_1367565857_949_q.jpg" alt="Syafiyah A. Zaki" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1367565857" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Syafiyah A. Zaki</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d0813bd4311ebb96" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">sooner or later kita kena jugak mendedahkan diri, kalau x nanti trus culture shock hahaha<br /><br />mmg teruk jugak la aku tgk hahahhhaa i have to admit. berani btul budak2 zaman sekarang. and they start early!</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:52:52 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">8 minutes ago</abbr> · <label class="uiLinkButton async_throbber" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; vertical-align: middle; "><input type="submit" name="delete[228470]" value="Delete" class="stat_elem" style="font-weight: normal; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); cursor: pointer; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: top; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "></label></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228472" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Abbaz Smakl" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs622.ash1/27371_518904334_9651_q.jpg" alt="Abbaz Smakl" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Abbaz Smakl</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d0813f826213dd86" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">debali? kat stulang laut?yg at the zon tu ke?</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:53:51 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">7 minutes ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228476" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Abbaz Smakl" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "><img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sf2p/hs622.ash1/27371_518904334_9651_q.jpg" alt="Abbaz Smakl" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><div class="comment_text" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/abbazsmakl" class="comment_author" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; ">Abbaz Smakl</a> <div id="text_expose_id_4bbc2d081435b2134304d" class="comment_actual_text" style="display: inline; ">HAHAHAHAH...<br />aku mg culture shck ok!!!!<br /><br />yup. mmg dasat ok. brani sgt2...ish2~~</div></div><div class="comment_actions" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "><abbr class="timestamp" title="Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:56:00 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; ">5 minutes ago</abbr></div></div></div><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2034844456_110643995625375_228478" style="display: block; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); clear: left; float: none; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; width: 350px; "><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 1000px; "><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></form></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-6145177822065858586?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-3179571838026405052010-04-01T09:32:00.005+08:002010-04-01T12:29:00.681+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S7P5aBJZdvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/a53bEGFsD2g/s1600/4267_1173403333411_1177874916_515834_7486064_n.jpg"></a>I missed Tim's farewell last night, which I felt really bad about. I was in the office until close to midnight. Well, what can I do. If I can sing one song for you Timot, this would be it.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"><b>"Running" - No Doubt</b><br /><br />Run<br />Running all the time<br />Running to the future<br />With you right by my side<br /><br />Me<br />I'm the one you chose<br />Out of all the people<br />You wanted me the most<br />I'm so sorry that I've fallen<br />Help me up lets keep on running<br />Don't let me fall out of love<br /><i><br /></i>Running, running<br />As fast as we can<br />Do you think we'll make it?<br />(Do you think we'll make it?)<br />We're running<br />Keep holding my hand<br />It's so we don't get separated<br /><br />Be<br />Be the one I need<br />Be the one I trust most<br />Don't stop inspiring me<br />Sometimes it's hard to keep on running<br />We work so much to keep it going<br />Don't make me want to give up<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S7P5aBJZdvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/a53bEGFsD2g/s320/4267_1173403333411_1177874916_515834_7486064_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454977799055570674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-317957183802640505?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-82671652860025195862010-03-31T13:55:00.003+08:002010-03-31T14:15:31.756+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs515.snc3/27062_1375403061050_1111030876_1110278_7103847_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 466px; height: 709px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs515.snc3/27062_1375403061050_1111030876_1110278_7103847_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I bought that blue dress.<div><br /></div><div>To say that I am blue (sedih).</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok who am I kidding, I don't need an excuse to buy a dress. Ha Ha.</div><div><br /></div><div>But despite my facial expression, I am in a pretty blue state. Don't ask why.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8267165286002519586?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-8905498741530198952010-03-24T16:06:00.003+08:002010-03-24T16:14:41.234+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2253/87/101/1367565857/n1367565857_265360_1607.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2253/87/101/1367565857/n1367565857_265360_1607.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">When you thought I wasn't looking<br />I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,<br />and I immediately wanted to paint<br />another one.<br /><br />When you thought I wasn't looking<br />I saw you feed a stray cat,<br />and I learned that it was good to be kind<br />to animals.<br /><br />When you thought I wasn't looking<br />I saw you make my favourite cake for me,<br />and I learned that little things can be<br />the special things in life.<br /><br />When you thought I wasn't looking<br />I heard you say a prayer,<br />and I knew that there is a God I could always talk to,<br />and I learned to trust in Him.<br /><br />When you thought I wasn't looking<br />I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick,<br />and I learned that we all have to help<br />take care of each other.<br /><br />When you thought I wasn't looking<br />I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it,<br />and I learned we have to take care of<br />what we are given.<br /><br />When you thought I wasn't looking<br />I saw how you handled your responsibilities,<br />even when you didn't feel good,<br />and I learned I would have to be<br />responsible when I grow up.<br /><br />When you thought I wasn't looking<br />I saw you tears come from your eyes,<br />and I learned that sometimes things hurt,<br />but it's all right to cry.<br /><br />When you thought I wasn't looking<br />I saw that you cared,<br />and I wanted to be everything that<br />I could be.<br /><br /><br />When you thought I wasn't looking<br />I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know<br />to be a good and productive person<br />when I grow up.<br /><br />When you thought I wasn't looking<br />I looked at you and wanted to say,<br />"Thanks for all the things I saw<br />when you thought I wasn't looking."<br /><br /><br />Taken from someone's FB. For the person I love more than anything in the world.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-890549874153019895?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-62520940171120863652010-03-24T13:53:00.002+08:002010-03-24T13:56:28.832+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.tmz.com/media/2010/03/0316_marky_mark_pcn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 440px;" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.tmz.com/media/2010/03/0316_marky_mark_pcn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>*image from TMZ.com<div><br /></div><div>Marky Mark or Mark Wahlberg. Dalam semua versi pun dia hot. Esp when he's with his kids. Dayum!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-6252094017112086365?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-46337653124682479162010-03-22T11:42:00.004+08:002010-03-22T12:55:24.233+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S6bsza01aKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Fn16HtIXO2A/s1600-h/21032010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S6bsza01aKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Fn16HtIXO2A/s320/21032010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451304767096973474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*excuse the pudgyness of the thighs. too much chili cheese fries, I guess.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I bought this one dress from a blogshop a few weeks back (pic). It sat in my closet for so long sebab lately aku jarang gila keluar and xda reason pun nak pakai (up to a point where I wore the dress and walked around in the house. Gila). <div><br /></div><div>So when the bf came to see me, I put on the dress and went out.The initial plan was to go to Putrajaya later in the day. When he saw me wearing the dress mentioned, he went into a black mood and cancelled our Putrajaya plan.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Kenapa?" I asked.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Sebab skirt you pendek gila."</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok fine whatever. Which turned out to be a great thing sebab I ended up at Pyramid and shopped at Cotton On and feels so so so so so much better than I had in weeks. Although the bf was yelling at me while I was in the fitting room, saying we were late for our movie, I ignored him and kept trying on clothes till I get the size right.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyways, I watched Remember Me. I knew the ending beforehand, so I didn't cry at the ending. But I did cry because I was so sad for his little sister. Rob Pattz is so kacak dan seksi. Haiiiihhhhhh.</div><div><br /></div><div>Later I watched the MU-LVPL game (which by the way sangat lah intense) with him and all is well again. Can you believe a bunch of sweaty guys can improve his mood and not me? Me in a hot dress? hehe drama skit.</div><div><br /></div><div>Who knows when is the next time I'll see him? Could be another 3 weeks. But hey, even though you scowled at my dress, told me to hurry up when I'm trying out clothes, AND made me watch EPL, you're still cute.</div><div><br /></div><div>(I did make him stand in front of the fitting room and be my critique, it's only fair I make it up by watching a football game kan.)</div><div><br /></div><div>I am in a happy state. hehehe</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-4633765312468247916?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-58568467170911651252010-03-19T10:08:00.003+08:002010-03-19T12:48:32.165+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/103/1034619/the-lovely-bones-20091222105957020_640w.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">Relax, I don't mean it THAT way.</span></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>I cry in the movies all the time, but what makes me sad the most is when the story involves dads. I don't know why, but I get really sad when the movie shows the sorrow of a father.</div><div><br /></div><div>Case #1 - I Am Sam</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://anitabelumberkeluarga.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/i-am-sam.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>OMG aku menangis teresak esak, literally, tengok cerita ni wei. I think Sean Penn is a really good actor, and the storyline and cast is superb. The story goes like this, somehow this guy (who is.... what is the politically correct word for retarded eh?) got a hippie girl impregnated, and when she gave birth, keluar la budak comel ni whom he named Lucy (Sam is obsessed by The Beatles). So he became a single parent, with the help of a few friends and neighbours. Tapi the trouble came when Lucy dah masuk sekolah, and her IQ began to exceed Sam's IQ. Lucy was teased badly at school for being smarter than her dad, and one thing leads to another, the social service took her away and gave her to new parents. By this time aku dah menangis dahsyat gila (I'm telling you, I truthfully think that Sean Penn IS retarded).</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, if you like tearjerkers (as I do), please watch this movie.</div><div><br /></div><div>Case #2 - Big Fish</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:tSCgB4S7tAoklM::www.impawards.com/2003/posters/big_fish.jpg&amp;t=1&amp;h=274&amp;w=185&amp;usg=__PxJgl768vsnljpEtdsDiL3HbWqk=" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 274px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">My initial impression of this movie is it's crap, sebab I don't like cerita2 fantasi yang xda unsur history or whatever. But I found the DVD at home and watched it anyway. It's a story about a guy who has a father who likes to tell tales about the weird people he met (which the father claims is true and happenned to him during his younger days). The guy selalunya layankan saja the stories, and macam agak menyampah dgn bapak dia because he thinks that bapak dia make up stories to avoid dealing with real issues in their lives. Towards the end, the father's life is declining and the saddest scene is when the father is about to die, he is still telling stories about a Big Fish but asked his son to finish the story.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">During the father's funeral, all of the weird people he said he met came to pay their respects. Which proved that he wasn't lying. Which proved that he was being too hard on his father. Which sedih gilaaaaa.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Case # 3 - The Pursuit of Happyness</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/U/B/N/pursuitposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 594px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Ughh need I say more? I need.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">If you haven't already watched this, it's a story about a guy who made a wrong investment and was thrown into poverty because of this. He and his son lived on the streets while he was trying to get his groove back. His wife left them. Tak boleh nak cerita scene mana sedih sebab semua sedih.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Case #4 - The Lovely Bones</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/103/1034619/the-lovely-bones-20091222105957020_640w.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 480px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Ok, I'm supposed to focus on the raped/murdered kid, but the father is played by Mark Wahlberg kot.. Mana mungkin aku akan focus on orang lain selain dia. Anyways, the father loves the daughter so much that after 2 years, dia still cari the murderer. The loss of the daughter broke his marriage, but he still went on being a very good father to his other 2 children, up to a point where he was mistakenly beat up to a pulp. Sedih gilaaaaa</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Ok I'm done. Let me know if there are any other sad dad-movies I should watch.</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-5856846717091165125?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-2198573388218301842010-03-13T09:30:00.003+08:002010-03-13T10:22:03.330+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">My dark mood is back again. Stayed in for 2 nights even though Baity ajak berjimba. Guess I succumbed to my moodiness.</div><div><br /></div><div>The good side of it is I finally finished reading Geisha. It took me a month kot to read it (usually seminggu boleh habis dah kalau cerita best). Everything in that story is described so full of detail sampai there were parts of it yang aku skip saja. And it changed my view of geishas. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the book, it did mention that Westerners define Geishas as prostitutes (as did I). But the Geishas have so many protocols and bla bla bla that not everyone can become a geisha (as opposed to anyone can become a prostitute).</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2006/01/13/spec___memoirs1_wideweb__470x449,0.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 449px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>I loved Mameha the most, probably she's more intelligent than the others, and by far the most elegant (in my head la, haven't seen the movie yet). From the way the author describes her, you can tell she's the sort of person who can make the guy thinks he's in charge, but in reality, Mameha has the guy wrapped around her finger. The way she speaks, the way she carries herself, mmg classy la.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/still/memoirs_of_a_geisha_13.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 700px; height: 465px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>I'm annoyed by the main character, Sayuri for her obsession with the Chairman that almost ruined everything. The story goes like this: she was at first reluctant to become a geisha and mourns her life night and day until she stumbles upon the Chairman. Then all of a sudden, everything she did in her life, was because dia nak end up dengan the Chairman. For me, leading your life based on some guy is a big no-no (don't get me started on why) but hey, I am not the author.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://www.pymmik.com/nobu-riverside1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 472px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">This is Nobu. He wanted to be Sayuri's danna (like boyfriend/sugar daddy) and he's portrayed as a very good friend to Sayuri, helping her out during the war. But Sayuri still wanted the Chairman and betrayed Nobu. OK, granted, Nobu only has 1 hand and half of his face melted because of the war, but he's a very good man and he's really sexy hahahahaha ok i'll stop.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/still/memoirs_of_a_geisha_20.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 800px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">That's the Chairman. Hensem gila Ken Watanabe wei. Ok maybe I can understand why Sayuri was hot for him.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Hehehehe.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-219857338821830184?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-31672053725973712082010-03-11T10:11:00.002+08:002010-03-11T10:25:09.758+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/lens5584172_1246142626ralph_lauren_romance_ad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 349px;" src="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/lens5584172_1246142626ralph_lauren_romance_ad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I had the best dream last nite.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And then the alarm rang.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Damn it.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">P/s: I had a crush on the guy in the ad since I was 17, and I have always wanted to slow dance in the middle of nowhere with the guy I love. Wishful thinking..hmm.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-3167205372597371208?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-22331611875183396872010-03-10T16:17:00.001+08:002010-03-10T16:19:23.618+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S5dVoWTr3vI/AAAAAAAAAa8/4mueUG-myFs/s1600-h/1267506710575222.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S5dVoWTr3vI/AAAAAAAAAa8/4mueUG-myFs/s320/1267506710575222.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446916425999179506" /></a><div>*taken from someone's tweet. not meant for the person who raised me, but it's true, up to a degree.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-2233161187518339687?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-39478625927460756052010-03-06T11:49:00.001+08:002010-03-06T11:51:20.842+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/09/Memoirs_of_a_Geisha_Poster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 446px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/09/Memoirs_of_a_Geisha_Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I'm currently trying to read this book, but failing miserably as the descriptions are too detailed for my liking. So i asked Farra to bring me the DVD hehehe<div><br /></div><div>I love technology. I love Hollywood.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-3947862592746075605?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-76442230160537144982010-03-04T09:54:00.007+08:002010-03-04T11:12:23.382+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S48gt1FNflI/AAAAAAAAAa0/IbI66mZ9m1w/s1600-h/DSC00624.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: left;">You know when you did something really really stupid and you're really angry at yourself? Well, yesterday we went to Sunway Pyramid and I forgot to switch the headlights off before entering the building. Pandai.</div><div><br /></div><div>Although we went for less than 2 hours, my car still won't start, so I had to call Wanek and Megu (the go-to guy when it comes to cars, computers and technology in general). </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, the point is, while I was really pissed off at myself, Huda was having the time of her life. She took Tim's cameraphone and started snapping pictures (of herself of course, but still). In the end, every one of us was posing for the camera while we waited for Megu and Wanek.</div><div><br /></div><div>Honestly, if it were me in their shoes, I'd be pretty miffed. It's hot, it's late (by my standards), and we're stuck here for at least another 45 minutes. But I guess not everyone's like me, in fact, I seemed to be the minority. Tim seemed fine and ate a kebab, all the while with Huda snapping pictures and doing MYSPACE poses.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S48dMYJf5tI/AAAAAAAAAac/AgIJYncZavU/s320/DSC00602.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444602572992145106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">*muka masih masam kerana pissed off terhadap diri sendiri</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S48eEvZuHVI/AAAAAAAAAak/iHYNZ-jK1mo/s320/DSC00606.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444603541306875218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">*sudah mula get into the mood</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S48fWoB5DuI/AAAAAAAAAas/EA6DRDHCLPk/s320/DSC00619.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444604948077154018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">*camwhoring at full blast while Megu did his thang</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S48gt1FNflI/AAAAAAAAAa0/IbI66mZ9m1w/s320/DSC00624.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444606446229356114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">*tudiaaa Faizal Tahir di molest</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">p/s: big thanks to Megu Wanek and also Huda and Timot for not being pissed off at my stupidity.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-7644223016053714498?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-14207314185411423952010-03-03T11:46:00.004+08:002010-03-03T14:56:52.373+08:00I went to a family gathering yesterday, a doa selamat for my paternal grandpa who's having eye problems.<div><br /></div><div>As usual about 15 people will come to me and say things like "Ish, ni Aki ni" or "Kalau Aki rambut panjang, muka mcm ni la ni" or "Sebijik macam bapak dia!" or whatever that insinuates that I am a carbon copy of my late dad (People call him Aki cos his name is Zaki). Sometimes they even talk about how I look like my dad amongst themselves and make me feel weird.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course la, aku ni kan anak dia. However, my siblings don't really look like my dad, I am the only one, hence all the fuss about me looking like my dad. And he's been gone for 17 years now, so I guess when my grandpa sees me, he sees his son Aki.</div><div><br /></div><div>Intan said, "Kalau depa tgk temper hang, mesti depa xterkejut.". True dat. I've always used my dad as an excuse for my temper. "It's genetic". or "PMS".</div><div><br /></div><div>I inherit a lot of genetics from my dad's side. </div><div><br /></div><div>1)The most primary thing is my eczema. If I can pay any amount of money to make it go away, I would. Unfortunately I can't. My grandpa has it, my dad has it, I have it. It won't go away, that nasty thing. </div><div><br /></div><div>2) My ears. Need I say more?</div><div><br /></div><div>3) My temper and degil and always right attitude. I see that in my grandpa, and I know my dad has a temper but I was too young to verify whether my dad has the always-tight attitude or not. I bet he did have it.</div><div><br /></div><div>4) My tanned skin. My mum's side semua putih2. Dayum.</div><div><br /></div><div>5) My air. Sort of a berlagak air surrounding me. Most people who meets me for the first time will think that I am a snobbish bitch. My mum is the friendliest person on earth and can befriend anyone she meets. Not me.</div><div><br /></div><div>6) My ass. A lineage of superb derrieres.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wish I inherit his intelligence tho. Ha ha.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-1420731418541142395?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-79193192722618083682010-03-01T13:54:00.005+08:002010-03-01T15:17:40.525+08:00<div style="text-align: left;">Some of the most memorable things in my life happened in 2006, in which is the starting year of my relationship. He was there through the hardships, he believed in me even when others didn't, he was there with me when I was at my lowest point. Within less than 3 months of knowing me, he did all this for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>There was this one time masa we weren't an item lagi, and his own friend whom he has known for years, told him something really awful about me (which is of course not true). That piece of fitnah is so awful that it even ruined my friendship with a girlfriend. At the time I was not aware of the story circulating about me, and I was wondering why I was being treated like the plague. It was a mess and I cried almost every night, not knowing what's happening. </div><div><br /></div><div>He was there everytime I was bawling my eyes out.</div><div><br /></div><div>When all was revealed, I asked him "Did you know?" and he said yes. I was pissed off at first, feeling like he lied to me, but when I asked him why he didn't tell me, he just said " Sebab I tau xbetul, buat apa nak cerita pasal benda yg xbetul," Plain and simple.</div><div><br /></div><div>If there's one thing I'm sure about the bf, it's that he is a really "brotherhood" kind of person. Sangat menjaga hati dan perasaan kawan2 dia. The fact that he believed me, a girl he only knew for barely 3 months, over his old friend, well all I can say that I will remember this forever. Even if we don't end up together, I will still be grateful for this.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, yeah he may not be the kind of bf that sends me flowers (I've never received any flowers during these 4 years), or buy me gifts, but he is someone I can lean on and count on. That's probably harder to find than flowers and gifts.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S4tnNTbn43I/AAAAAAAAAaU/monWytyOk1E/s320/8B222967a-crop-horz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443558052859470706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><i>Happy 4th, Khairul Anuar. I'm still waiting for my flowers, btw.</i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-7919319272261808368?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-80245028061714944102010-02-25T09:29:00.003+08:002010-02-25T11:22:36.400+08:00Sunday will be my 4th anniversary with the bf. I planned to go to Pangkor with him and some friends, but lately his work has been getting in the way so much, that nothing can be confirmed beforehand. So this weekend he said he's gonna be back, and I asked him whether we will still be going to Pangkor.<div><br /></div><div>"Mmm..Ada kenduri anak buah Pali sabtu ni," (Read: No.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Then I shut up for a while. Malas la nak cakap apapa.</div><div><br /></div><div>FYI in my entire life, my menstruation only go bonkers once during SPM when it came for a straight 16 days. That was 9 years ago.</div><div><br /></div><div>And now I'm under extreme stress, my period only has 2 dots of blood for 3 days dah.</div><div><br /></div><div>Time to update my resume?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8024502806171494410?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-13765286558003396502010-02-19T17:18:00.004+08:002010-02-22T15:50:28.873+08:00No update kerana at the moment, there's a really big metaphorical rock on my shoulder. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGH!<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Work has been shit lately. </span></div><div><br /></div><div>I have not bought any clothes for almost a month. (rekod siut)</div><div><br /></div><div>My hair looks like fuckin Weird Al Yankovic (sebab xdiberi kasih sayang, sebab xda masa).</div><div><br /></div><div>I need some pampering ASAP!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>ok. that's all for now.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-1376528655800339650?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-68497007056450602022010-02-02T12:34:00.004+08:002010-02-02T14:25:00.403+08:00This week, belum pun Wednesday, already bombarded with bad news.<div><br /></div><div>1) At 2am Monday, I received a text from my sister in law saying she had to be admitted because she's bleeding too much.</div><div><br /></div><div>2) At 8pm Monday, Timoh found out that something she has been denying for quite some time is in fact, true. It destroyed her.</div><div><br /></div><div>Needless to say I froze at both situations due to the fact that I AM EMOTIONALLY CRIPPLED. hhehe contohnya:</div><div><br /></div><div>1) What I replied to Ila's text about being admitted: "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">ok, minum air banyak banyak</span>"</div><div><br /></div><div><div>2) "Dia ada perempuan lain," said Timoh</div><div><br /></div><div>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Aku pasti hang lagi cantik,</span>" I said.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>WTF??????? </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways. At 430am Tuesday (today), while I was sleeping peacefully under the impression that the bedroom door is locked, the door was opened and a tall figure barged in, WEEPING. Seram gila woi. </div><div><br /></div><div>That tall figure moved swiftly across my room as if it's already familiar with the layout and slept beside Intan (who slept in my room yesterday and was suppose to lock the door properly). still weeping.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was Tim (aku rabun and xnampak).</div><div><br /></div><div>She wept and wept, and Intan in her groggy state turned over and dakap Tim like a bolster, and me with my eyes closed reached down to pat her head (wtf again).</div><div><br /></div><div>It was a really cute scene, had it not been caused by some unfortunate turn of event.</div><div><br /></div><div>p/s: I wrote <a href="http://syafiahzaki.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-of-12-february-2009.html">this</a> almost a year ago about Tim.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-6849700705645060202?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-73755943190707747132010-02-01T10:57:00.003+08:002010-02-01T12:55:06.453+08:00The last weekend was spent in AOR with my mum and brother and I had so much fun until my brother (who went back to KL earlier than me) called me from KL at 130am saying that there were signs in Ila's pregnancy that MIGHT resort to me not having a niece/nephew in the near future. <div><br /></div><div>I couldn't sleep for a few hours after that, feeling pretty sad for this circumstance. Fiddling with my handphone, wondering what to text to Ila, afraid that I might say something wrong and further saddens her (I am the worse person in sad situation). Also afraid that I'll say something that might me sound poyo and "superior".</div><div><br /></div><div>I was also wondering what to say to my brother (when he told me on the phone, all I said was "oh..") whom I know must have felt really down, not only his to-be child was not to be, his sick wife is far away and there's nothing he can do about it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I failed to find what to say to both of them and finally went to sleep. (I seriously don't know how to handle emotional situations. My solution has always been to simply avoid emotional situations at all costs. I swear I inherit all of my dad's characteristics and none of my Mum's. Lisa and Mama seems to be better at emotional stuff).</div><div><br /></div><div>The next day, I touched down at KUL and went to buy some stuff with the bf and received a call from my sister. It is official. The baby was not meant to be. So I texted Ila some pretty vague sentences (not really comforting words, not really offering condolences, just merely acknowledging the situation. wtf right).</div><div><br /></div><div>For what it's worth, I would have been a damn good Mak Ndak (albeit a weird, stone-hearted one). But this is where our faith comes in. If it's not meant to be, it's not meant to be. God works in mysterious ways, and maybe someday the clarity of why this happened will be clear.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-7375594319070774713?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-34667508861944627472010-01-29T15:28:00.003+08:002010-01-29T15:37:18.678+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i837.photobucket.com/albums/zz298/fushimii/JAN10_F289-01-1.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I just purchased this dress from <a href="http://fushimii.blogspot.com">fushimii</a> (where this pic is taken from). It arrived just now, and the first thing I thought was "I need new shoes".</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">hahahhahahahhaha.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I've been purchasing loads of dresses these days, mainly because I think my thighs are beyond salvation and they look too fat in jeans. Ughhhhhhh susahnya nak kecikkan kaki weiii!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh, and for the record, I'd probably wear this with flip flops, regardless of how many shoes I buy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And if you know where they sell cute casual dresses, please let me know. TQVM</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-3466750886194462747?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-57120157623983510302010-01-29T12:46:00.002+08:002010-01-29T12:52:39.343+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs238.snc3/22557_1322966882335_1475750026_873706_6757350_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Clockwise from TOP RIGHT</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">1- That's our cat. His name is Oren. Sometimes Chibi (short for Chibimaruko-can). He is a very regal and handsome cat. Helikes dry biscuits mixed with susu cair.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">2-That's me trying to imitate the way Oren sleeps.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">3- That's M trying to get the attention of Oren.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">4- That's M and H fondling Oren while he's sedated with the susu cair. Budget loving la tu padahal H suka cubit Oren while M suka tampar2 kepala Oren with reket badminton. Domestic violence wei.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">5- Oren berekspresi garang selepas terkentut di hadapan M.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I wuv u, Owayyyn.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-5712015762398351030?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-80356310062744004292010-01-27T23:18:00.005+08:002010-01-28T16:20:48.713+08:00The BF is doing his practical now and I can sense that he is really happy doing it.<br /><br />The thing is, he has been a student for almost 6 years now and I guess he's sick of it but due to the fickleness of UNISEL's administration, it looks like he has to go into his seventh year (assuming that dia grad on time).<br /><br />We are at a good place right now because he is really happy that he is not in class anymore and doing some real work, and when we speak, his note is lighter than usual. And he talks more, yeah sure about boring electrical stuff, but still an improvement cos he's usually such a mute and I talk endlessly until I'm out of breath.<br /><br />So I am trying to be as supportive as I can, even if that means I can't see you for 2 weeks, so be it. ("I kena berjemur tgh panas ni buat kerja," and I say "adakah by the time I jumpa u nanti u akan tanned dan ada glistening skin seperti C.Ronaldo?" YA INI ADALAH CARA AKU SUPPORTIVE)<br /><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://fashiongonerogue.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/elisa008.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>**dreaming ain't gonna cost you anything, luv. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(picture from<a href="sttp://sputnik--sweetheart.blogspot.com/"> </a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><a href="http://sputnik--sweetheart.blogspot.com">sputnik sweetheart</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8035631006274400429?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-20913499992211502482010-01-25T15:48:00.003+08:002010-01-25T16:12:10.044+08:00Usually, I just meet up with the BF on Saturday and that's it. Sunday duk rumah diam diam regardless of aku bosan ka tidak, dia xmau mai Shah Alam. But last weekend he came over on Saturday and Sunday and I asked him "kenapa this week you mai dua hari?" expecting something like "Sebab I rindu kat you, and I can't live without you"<div><br /></div><div>Jawapan: " Sebab qada minggu depan kan you balik Kedah so xleh jumpa. Qada siap siap senang cita," Damn it. aku pun lupa aku balik weekend ni.</div><div><br /></div><div>_________________________________________________________</div><div><br /></div><div>Lepak2 di Old Town, I asked him about his practical training. "oh, ada sorang minah kat office i ni, reminds me of you yang," he said to me. Fishing for compliment, I asked "Cantik tak minah tu?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Jawapan: " Tak la, biasa ja, macam you la," TANPA LAUGHTER. And I swatted him and baru dia sedar apa dia cakap and I asked "Adakah u baru sedar apa yg u cakap?" Sheepishly he said "ye la tu".</div><div><br /></div><div>________________________________________________________</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Selepas tengok Adnan Sempit I asked him, "Kalau I ni jadi Minah Rempit, you sayang i dak?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Jawapan tanpa hesitate: "tak"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Kalau I rempit yang baik hati? You still akan break ng i?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Jawapan tanpa hesitate: "ya"</div><div>_________________________________________________________</div><div><br /></div><div>Ya. ini kisah benar.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-2091349999221150248?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-83259795155815048252010-01-19T15:25:00.003+08:002010-01-19T15:42:40.673+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S1VgThZXF7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/6_AeoBgmJ68/s1600-h/19638_103796799644125_100000414151257_107490_6815972_na.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCNumOOpLLA/S1VgThZXF7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/6_AeoBgmJ68/s320/19638_103796799644125_100000414151257_107490_6815972_na.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428350814363522994" /></a>Lepak di Laundry, enjoying a glass of mocktail, before heading out to Zouk.<div><br /></div><div>Muda mudi siut.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-8325979515581504825?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-5164263044309780962010-01-18T16:13:00.003+08:002010-01-18T16:59:22.403+08:00<div>syafiyah: <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>yup...ni kawan ****** kan?</div><div>3:48pm *****: <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>u biras ****** kn?</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>yup2..</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>haha</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>house mate beliau</div><div>3:48pmsyafiyah:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>biras?</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>hahaha</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>ya kot</div><div>3:49pm*****:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>bkn ka?</div><div>3:49pmsyafiyah:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>i xtau meaning biras</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>i slalu cakap dia cousin i ja</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>senang cerita</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>haha</div><div>3:49pm*****<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>oo..</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>i bakal cousin dia</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>haha</div><div>3:50pmsyafiyah :<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>xfaham, u bakal kawin cousin dia ka?</div><div>3:52pm*****:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>x..</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>baru nak berkenalan ngan cousin die la ni..</div><div>3:53pmsyafiyah:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>sorry i mcm lembap sikit</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>u mean bkenalan ng i ka</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>hahahaha</div><div>3:58pm*****:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>haha</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>myb..</div><div><br /></div><div><i>***** is offline</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>___________________________________________________</div><div><br /></div><div>For public information, aku ni lambat tangkap bila ada innuendos mengenai nak berkenalan. Tim sendiri cakap aku ni lemau bab2 ini. When I listen, I translate it literally, xda meaning2 tersirat.</div><div><br /></div><div>Daripada conversation di atas, rupa2nya it's a clever way to say that I'd like to get to know you, di mana aku mengambil masa more than 2 minutes to figure it out. and when I did figure it out, he's probably too offended that I made him explain his clever line.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also for public information, the way the bf cakap dia suka kat aku adalah when dah start percakapan yang berbaur smitten, dia tanya aku "Macam ni pun you xmau jadi girlfriend I lagi ka?". At the time, I was thinking "Xromantik langsung la dia ni".</div><div><br /></div><div>But, maybe it's better he is direct for if he's not, mungkin 4 years later pun aku masih xda apapa dgn dia due to my lack of intelligence in the cryptic art of mengorat.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, to the BF, although I always complain that you have no feelings, in actual honesty I am pretty much like you (to a lesser degree, maybe but the same concept).</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">p/s: this entry is not meant to ridicule the guy, just to tell you that aku ni agak bangang nak interpret some things</span>.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-516426304430978096?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410367390178992147.post-21078914205761125202010-01-15T11:30:00.003+08:002010-01-15T12:23:52.574+08:00Yesterday me and Tim got home from work at about 730pm, and after Maghrib, I planned to wait for Isya by closing my eye for a bit.<div><br /></div><div>I woke up at midnight. (with a few text messages from Tim, who texted me from somewhere in the house, saying how hungry she is. I replied a few groggily, I guess, I can't remember)</div><div><br /></div><div>This has happenned before, in Langkawi when I went there with Intan. We finished island hopping at around Maghrib, and I went to sleep thinking I would just take a power nap for maybe 20 minutes and then I'd wake up and go get dinner.</div><div><br /></div><div>I woke up in the morning the next day. (The sad part is, Intan waited for me to wake up to get dinner and she was famished but I did not wake up sampai dia yg tertidur last sekali).</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't recall when I picked up the habit of sleeping, but I guess it started when I went to boarding school at 16? Cause I remember my time in SMK Sultanah Bahiyah, I did not sleep all that much cause we like to hang out at school petang2 (lame, I know). I hated boarding school at first, so I spent most of my free time sleeping, to make time go faster (as time goes, I started liking the school but the habit stuck).</div><div><br /></div><div>To sum it up, I sleep when i am bored, hungry, sad, depressed, cold, melancholic, dan lain2 la. I use sleep to skip the part I don't want to endure (much like cerita Click, when dia fast forward bahagian yg dia malas nak endure). Sleeping gave me a peace that no other activity can. Not to mention it's cost-free ha ha.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, needless to say it is temporary relief (much like when you are running away from a problem instead of manning up and facing it). And I ended up losing precious time that I won't get back (much like Adam Sandler menyesal dia fast forward all those times).</div><div><br /></div><div>And now I think it's becoming a habit I can't control. Any Ideas on how to curb this?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5410367390178992147-2107891420576112520?l=syafiahzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>shephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05028961066137423729noreply@blogger.com2