<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762</id><updated>2012-02-12T01:32:54.682-08:00</updated><category term='performance'/><title type='text'>Fly Away</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-5440908578779528188</id><published>2012-02-12T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T01:32:54.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>130th; Other Way Round.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M86n2v0usLk/S_YKQTwnYdI/AAAAAAAAFOY/OvtIf_95L_I/s1600/leap_year_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M86n2v0usLk/S_YKQTwnYdI/AAAAAAAAFOY/OvtIf_95L_I/s1600/leap_year_05.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M86n2v0usLk/S_YKQTwnYdI/AAAAAAAAFOY/OvtIf_95L_I/s200/leap_year_05.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;How cute are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;HI. The happy Hana is back. Forget my attitude and oh so called depression in my last post. For you guys who didn't manage to read it, well too bad. I deleted it. I realized how stupid I am to let those things get to me. I mean, its such a small problem and I made a big fuss over it. Well yeah, I'm a bit too drama queen at times. I've made up my mind, my 2012 resolution  is to be more patient, calmer, happier and less irritating person. I know, I know, its a little too late to make one but hey, its only February. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="background-color: red;"&gt;2012 &amp;nbsp;Resolution(s)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forgive and forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give more.&lt;br /&gt;Worry less.&lt;br /&gt;Learn more.&lt;br /&gt;Complain less.&lt;br /&gt;Bake more.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt people through actions and comments, LESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh boy, why am I here? Minutes ago, I have so many things in my head that I wanted to write here, but I seem to forget all of them. Wait, no. I remember one. LUIS SUAREZ IS SUCH A !#@%$! He is so rude, he didn't apologise to Evra and then he won't shake Evra's hands? For god sake, I mean come on! You are the one at fault here. You really should be ashamed of yourself. BOOHOO. Racism sucks. I can't tolerate with racists. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh btw, I want to of all things;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;BE STRONGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-5440908578779528188?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/5440908578779528188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2012/02/130th-other-way-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5440908578779528188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5440908578779528188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2012/02/130th-other-way-round.html' title='130th; Other Way Round.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M86n2v0usLk/S_YKQTwnYdI/AAAAAAAAFOY/OvtIf_95L_I/s72-c/leap_year_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-5548512783564833574</id><published>2012-01-29T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:47:27.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>129th; Silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDvGQkZrMVw/TyZGlOHleaI/AAAAAAAAA5U/NoYgL9kERPE/s1600/Balloons%2B%25288%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDvGQkZrMVw/TyZGlOHleaI/AAAAAAAAA5U/NoYgL9kERPE/s320/Balloons%2B%25288%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703323583370328482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love balloons. And school life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Had pasta for lunch which contributes to my stomach ache right at this moment. Gulped a few glasses of water to wash down the food and the spicyness. Logged on to facebook to find nothing interesting. Logged on to myspace just to delete it. Listened to all things Taylor. Watched Running Man like a maniac. Soong Ki ftw. Turned on the TV just to fill up the emptiness of the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;AND WE REACH TO THE PART THAT;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I'M BORED. &lt;i&gt;So freaking bored.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;My sister and I baked the so called Chocolate Lava Cake (think Domino's) yesterday. And boy, I have to say, its very chocolatey and too sweet for my taste. I took pictures of 'em but my phone doesn't allow me to upload. Haih, upgrading to a much better phone please? Anyway, my sister is so into this baking stuff that I get irritated by her. She watches a lot of recipe videos, that she sounds exactly like the British narrator. It annoys me to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Now, I'm officially a brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-5548512783564833574?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/5548512783564833574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2012/01/129th-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5548512783564833574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5548512783564833574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2012/01/129th-silence.html' title='129th; Silence.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDvGQkZrMVw/TyZGlOHleaI/AAAAAAAAA5U/NoYgL9kERPE/s72-c/Balloons%2B%25288%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-6838758593858422358</id><published>2011-12-23T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T06:21:54.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>128th; Head Over Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xpf1AZkn3-c/TvR_ufobgDI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/HFUXNVUt1Mc/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689312666017562674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;Forever Beta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hi. The loneliness (is that how you spell it?) finally hits me. Fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;rever alone. Today, my mom and the rest of my siblings went for shopping. Al-maklum, the school is starting in like less than two weeks. So, berdozen dozen baju and kasut all in white sudah terlonggok dalam rumah. Haih, I miss school. I miss wearing my baju kurung. I miss going into the class to find a group of lunatics aka Beta people singing Happy Birthday to no one in particular. I miss all the teachers with their loads of homeworks. I miss going to the office every morning to check on the relief list and to see there's free time. I miss the anticipation waiting for exam results to be announced by the teachers. I miss sitting next to the workaholic girl, behind the most perasan girl ever and in front of the huge-eyed model yang perasan Justin Bieber. Hehe. Overall, I miss SBU. The amphiteatre, the c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;anteen, the library and of course the blue lorong kaki lima yang famous tu. ;) For the whole 11 years in SBU, I know I'm proud to be one of the awesome SBUians. To SBU. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLPKPHU5rNs/TvSOKQqBL6I/AAAAAAAAA3c/K0tYm96nHeQ/s320/DSC_0274.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689328536196820898" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-6838758593858422358?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/6838758593858422358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2011/12/128th-head-over-heels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6838758593858422358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6838758593858422358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2011/12/128th-head-over-heels.html' title='128th; Head Over Heels'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xpf1AZkn3-c/TvR_ufobgDI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/HFUXNVUt1Mc/s72-c/DSC_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-2311398660361418764</id><published>2011-12-13T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:08:18.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>127th; Cream?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-frUE3YSY3xo/TugZVJRFl0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/k5TLZxTvMmk/s1600/DSC_2637%255B1%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-frUE3YSY3xo/TugZVJRFl0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/k5TLZxTvMmk/s320/DSC_2637%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685822380610787138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I'm seventeen, at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hey. Hi. Hello. Whichever that suits you.  I don't know why, when I woke up today I had the urge to blog. Yes, the urge to write on this much stranded blog. Oh dear blog, I'm sorry for abandoning you. I'm here now, we shall face the world together. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;See the bruised-eyed up there? She's seventeen yaw! Haha, not the pretty Emma Watson lah. The one who's holding her. Okay, it sounds weird. Anywayyyy, now that I'm 17, it makes sense that I have to have my own bedroom, my own decisions to make and my own mail? No? Okay, I'm crapping. Internal conflicts, people. *Cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SPM is over for what, a decade now. So, I'm pretty much a lazy bum in the house. I don't have much things to do. Everyday pun the same routine, get up, get dress, breakfast, TV on 24 hours, then sleep. Weee. Exciting isn't it? Hehe, that's the kind of life you'll expect from the one and only, moi. My girlfriends and me, have been planning lots and lots of things to do sepanjang 'cuti persekolahan'. Extreme spo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;rts, you name it. Roller coaster 20km? Bak datang! Any theme park we'll conquer. Scuba diving, wall climbing, semua ing pun boleh. But the cash is, I need a driver to drive me around. LRT become a nightmare to me. I prefer the bus really. Nak dapat driving license, lama lagi baru boleh. Haih,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt; where are you Abang when I need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvwyQ8WEGI0/TuggdDoZ4mI/AAAAAAAAA2U/yGBzA6I3ePU/s320/DSC_0017%255B1%255D.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685830213118321250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ps: New record set. Three books in six days. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-2311398660361418764?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/2311398660361418764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2011/12/127th-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2311398660361418764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2311398660361418764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2011/12/127th-cream.html' title='127th; Cream?'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-frUE3YSY3xo/TugZVJRFl0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/k5TLZxTvMmk/s72-c/DSC_2637%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-5458319005660878173</id><published>2011-07-16T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T08:00:19.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>126th; Epic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;' You know I'm a crazy chick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I do what I want when I feel like it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;All I wanna do is lose control '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05GeJHQOlyc/TiGZQ6MnJcI/AAAAAAAAA1s/H_S1eh6Hq08/s1600/DSC_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05GeJHQOlyc/TiGZQ6MnJcI/AAAAAAAAA1s/H_S1eh6Hq08/s320/DSC_0779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629949524968940994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello is not an option no more. I don't deserve a proper greeting after a decade of not updating. Well, to be honest, I don't give a thing about my blog anymore. ITS DEAD, PEOPLE. No one's reading, no one's listening, as usual. I was, and still am the wallflower among everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random thought; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tumblr is more fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Everything Harry. I'll miss Hogwarts. I'll miss Ron awkward smile. I'll miss Hermoine's frizzy hair when she was little. I'll miss that lightning on Harry's forhead. I'll miss that evil Malfoy. I'll miss seeing the trio in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saying goodbye isn't easy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_VlWswG86g/TiGlq7fBgzI/AAAAAAAAA10/jGbk-hdpQiI/s1600/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_VlWswG86g/TiGlq7fBgzI/AAAAAAAAA10/jGbk-hdpQiI/s320/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629963166130733874" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note; I moved to Tumblr. I think pictures works best for me instead of words. Type &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;www.hanaizzati.tumblr.com &lt;/span&gt;to enter the magical world of me, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-5458319005660878173?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/5458319005660878173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2011/07/126th-epic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5458319005660878173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5458319005660878173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2011/07/126th-epic.html' title='126th; Epic.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05GeJHQOlyc/TiGZQ6MnJcI/AAAAAAAAA1s/H_S1eh6Hq08/s72-c/DSC_0779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-4038022890719550466</id><published>2010-11-25T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T20:18:44.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>125th; The Spirited Goody Two Shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TO8xGWeN_GI/AAAAAAAAA04/WtliS7ZAEuM/s1600/DSC09273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543703651497671778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TO8xGWeN_GI/AAAAAAAAA04/WtliS7ZAEuM/s320/DSC09273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; The QUEEN &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Alyea Abdul Aziz. You're sixteen, big deal. You don't look like one, though. You are one photogenic, kind, lovable and dedicated person I ever met. You couldn't care less about what other people thoughts, you just go and kick ass just about everything. Whatever you did, you did great. That's what I admire about you. You give people great impressions of you. You are a high achiever and you're gonna be great and successful one day. I'm proud to call you my bestfriend. You were there for me everytime, I love you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-4038022890719550466?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/4038022890719550466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/11/125th-spirited-goody-two-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4038022890719550466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4038022890719550466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/11/125th-spirited-goody-two-shoes.html' title='125th; The Spirited Goody Two Shoes.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TO8xGWeN_GI/AAAAAAAAA04/WtliS7ZAEuM/s72-c/DSC09273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-6418179942299205387</id><published>2010-11-20T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:04:58.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>124th; The Girl Who've Been Through All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TOi0K9HkP6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/zp7pCAWrwz8/s1600/DSC09252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541877441777385378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TOi0K9HkP6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/zp7pCAWrwz8/s320/DSC09252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;superwoman &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Nina Merlissa Alias. I'm proud to call you my bestfriend. Truly, I feel so lucky to have you by my side always. You're bubbly, beautiful, not to forget TALL and you have a nice, warm heart. You stick with me through thick and thin, and I love you for that. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-6418179942299205387?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/6418179942299205387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/11/124th-girl-whove-been-through-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6418179942299205387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6418179942299205387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/11/124th-girl-whove-been-through-all.html' title='124th; The Girl Who&apos;ve Been Through All'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TOi0K9HkP6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/zp7pCAWrwz8/s72-c/DSC09252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-272375588355274922</id><published>2010-07-29T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T06:39:28.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>123rd; BOOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TFGDDe4ylvI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/morJxoAGVmk/s1600/DSC06501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TFGDDe4ylvI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/morJxoAGVmk/s320/DSC06501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499320715850192626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;He's officially seven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my favorite spoil brat kid on Earth, Aqil Rashidi. You're seven now, man stop growing so fast. Anyway, have fun in your life kid. Stay cute as you have always been. 'Belajar rajin rajin, jangan ponteng sekolah'. Grow up and learn to be a man. I have faith in you, you're going to be one handsome guy later. And, please jaga your gigi tu. Stop eating sweet stuff okay? I love you with all my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-272375588355274922?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/272375588355274922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/07/123rd-boom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/272375588355274922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/272375588355274922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/07/123rd-boom.html' title='123rd; BOOM!'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TFGDDe4ylvI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/morJxoAGVmk/s72-c/DSC06501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-109367950256060569</id><published>2010-07-24T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:14:43.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>122nd; Make Believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TEu-n_CaKPI/AAAAAAAAA0I/1nRmYTv7IpY/s1600/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TEu-n_CaKPI/AAAAAAAAA0I/1nRmYTv7IpY/s320/DSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497697364281534706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Air dicincang takkan putus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That is because we're twins, non-identical twins that is. She admit it herself. For these two weeks from now, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, solooo. She's going to a 'summer camp' for two weeks, and she's leaving me stranded all alone here. Heh, so much of a good friend la kan? ;) Kidding, Leya. But really, what am I going to do without you? Who am I going to talk to in class? Anyway, I wish you a safe trip there and home. Don't ever forget my souvenirs okay? Have fun there, don't stress out much okay. Have a good time partying, call me when you get back. Love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-109367950256060569?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/109367950256060569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/07/122nd-make-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/109367950256060569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/109367950256060569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/07/122nd-make-believe.html' title='122nd; Make Believe.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TEu-n_CaKPI/AAAAAAAAA0I/1nRmYTv7IpY/s72-c/DSC00196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-8998584632358440746</id><published>2010-07-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:26:36.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>121st; Make Believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TEHFI8vrFSI/AAAAAAAAAz4/2M6lk28lKV4/s1600/tumblr_l3vjc8bLPo1qzzbuao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TEHFI8vrFSI/AAAAAAAAAz4/2M6lk28lKV4/s320/tumblr_l3vjc8bLPo1qzzbuao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494889777904424226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI! Gosh, its been a loonng time since I last updated. Seven weeks without Internet feels like, I don't know, hell? Nahh, not quite. But I do admit, I did get bored most of the time. So, now that I'm back, the first thing that's on my mind is taaraaa; BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Eclipse with really high expectations, and I think Edward and the gang really nailed it this time. Eclipse is so far my favourite after the first Twilight movie. The fight scene is so real, it makes me want to jump off my chair and join the Cullens. Riley, the leader of newborn vampires pack is worth drooling for, Seth is also kind of cute. But nevertheless, I'm gonna stick to Edward. TEAM EDWARD ALL THE WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised if I say this; I think I've been stalked all this while. By a freaking lizard! For me to write down all the dirty details here will be so embaressing, and really I would sound so stupid to think a 'cicak' has been stalking me. My God, what is happening to the world nowadays? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our love would be forever. If we die, we die together.  Pfftt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-8998584632358440746?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/8998584632358440746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/07/121st-make-believe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8998584632358440746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8998584632358440746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/07/121st-make-believe.html' title='121st; Make Believe.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TEHFI8vrFSI/AAAAAAAAAz4/2M6lk28lKV4/s72-c/tumblr_l3vjc8bLPo1qzzbuao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-6379023487579510332</id><published>2010-06-12T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:49:33.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>120th; Its Going To Be Okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TBR9Etq9u7I/AAAAAAAAAzw/_9AI5TpYW6E/s1600/tumblr_l3v9nooA0i1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TBR9Etq9u7I/AAAAAAAAAzw/_9AI5TpYW6E/s320/tumblr_l3v9nooA0i1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482144166349487026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I'm not in the mood to blog. So, let's do something else instead. Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Step : Bold everything that is true about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You dropped out of high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You graduated within the last 5 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You live on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You live within 20 minutes of your best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You live within 20 minutes of the last person you kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You live within 20 minutes of your ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have hugged someone in the last 48 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been to the movies within the last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have had 3 or more boyfriends/girlfriends just this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been a designated driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have broken merchandise and not paid for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have played strip poker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are atheist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You recycle regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are a brunette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have dated a blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are friends with a redhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are taller than your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have a checking account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You’ve written a check for less than $5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have visited the Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have visited the Eiffel Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have visited Big Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have visited the Coliseum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have visited The Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have never been out of the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been a waiter/waitress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You own a Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You own something with a Pentagram on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have used a Ouija Board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been a witch for Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been a zombie for Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been a Disney character for Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You don’t celebrate Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have your belly button pierced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have your tongue pierced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have your eyebrow pierced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have a Monroe piercing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have your nose pierced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have an ankle tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have a wrist tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have a back tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have no tattoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have more than 5 tattoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You straighten your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have worn a dress in the last 3 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You live somewhere that gets snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You celebrate Hanukkah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You were at your own house last New Year’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You were at a bar last New Year’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You slept through last New Year’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have worked on Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have worked on Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been told ‘I love you’ by someone today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You slept in your own bed last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are dating the last person you kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You regret kissing the last person you kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You enjoyed your last kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are wearing a necklace right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are wearing something red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are wearing something blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are wearing something purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Your phone is fully charged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have kissed the last person you called/texted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You last called/texted a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are currently listening to music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are waiting for something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You don’t like seafood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have eaten deer sausage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have given a complete stranger your phone number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been hit on at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been hit on by someone more than 20 years older than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been whistled at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are a good speller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are very punctual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You were dating someone in December of 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are still dating that person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have cheated on someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been cheated on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been on a cruise ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have camped out in your own backyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are wearing something that doesn’t belong to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are a Pisces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are a Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are a Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have Irish heritage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have Polish heritage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have Japanese heritage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have Israeli heritage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have German heritage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have Portuguese heritage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have French heritage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have Norwegian heritage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have Korean heritage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You were born in May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You were born in June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You were born in October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You wonder what will happen when you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are afraid of the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You write in all capital letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been told you have nice handwriting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have wavy hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Your phone provider is Sprint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Your phone provider is AT&amp;amp;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Your phone provider is Verizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You live within an hour of your birthplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are wearing a watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are wearing flip flops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You wouldn’t date someone who smoked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You know someone with the same birthday as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are a morning person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are a night owl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have big plans for next weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are thinking of someone right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Your job is stressing you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You don’t have a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have never had a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You were fired from your last job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You know sign language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You made your bed today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You will usually try something at least once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been swimming in the last month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are pessimistic by nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have taken a ballet class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have taken karate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have taken gymnastics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You wish on shooting stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You wish at 11:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Your birthday has already come this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been in a relationship that lasted longer than a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You ended your last relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Your ex ended your last relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are over your ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have gone after someone you knew was bad for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been in a physically abusive relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are engaged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are divorced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You were/are a teenage mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You were named after someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You like your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Your last drink was flavored water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have visited somewhere said to be ‘haunted’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have skipped school just because you didn’t feel like going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have taken medicine when you ‘feel a headache coming on’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are self-conscious about your body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have a hangover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have had a Jehovah’s Witness show up at your house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have pet fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You live on a farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You live in a trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You live in Montana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You live in South Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You live in Illinois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You live in Maryland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You live in New Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have godparents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have step-siblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are the oldest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are adopted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have a twin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You don’t want kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You want more than four kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have a bad temper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have made out with a complete stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You usually make the first move in an intimate situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You regret losing your virginity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You lost your virginity to someone the same age as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You lost your virginity to someone you were dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You lost your virginity before you were sixteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are a virgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have worked with a Kayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have gone to the movies with a Jared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have hugged a Lexie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have held hands with a Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have dated a Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have kissed a David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have ridden in a car with a Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have had class with a Patrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have gone out to eat with a Chloe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You know a Kyle in the military&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You are related to a Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have gotten drunk with a Brent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have broken your arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have had to get stitches on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have had an MRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Your fingernails are painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Your fingernails are painted black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You like to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You can play an instrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You keep a lot of secrets from people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You borrowed something you really need to give back to someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You drive a car older than a 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have lost a friend you never thought you would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You know a child who died of cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You know a teenager who died in a car wreck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have done something illegal in the past 24 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have cut your hair in the last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You wear glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have been pulled over for speeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You love to drive with the windows down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Your favorite season is Autumn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Your favorite color is orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Your favorite animal is a dolphin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You last rode in a car with a relative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You last rode in a car with the person you are dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You regularly watch soap operas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You love Italian food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You can see a box of tissues from where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You can see your reflection in a mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You can see what’s on tv from where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;You have to go to school/work tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Bad news, there's no oatmeal in my house. No, zero. Great, gonna switch to Cornflakes for now. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-6379023487579510332?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/6379023487579510332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/06/120th-its-going-to-be-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6379023487579510332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6379023487579510332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/06/120th-its-going-to-be-okay.html' title='120th; Its Going To Be Okay.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TBR9Etq9u7I/AAAAAAAAAzw/_9AI5TpYW6E/s72-c/tumblr_l3v9nooA0i1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-8348161221529822657</id><published>2010-06-11T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T08:11:30.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>119th; Left Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TBJDU3oQ4rI/AAAAAAAAAzo/lAuOSYsOQAI/s1600/tumblr_l3ti8vv6YE1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TBJDU3oQ4rI/AAAAAAAAAzo/lAuOSYsOQAI/s320/tumblr_l3ti8vv6YE1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481517722272588466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I'm watching Rush Hour 3 while blogging here. Carter's sense of humour always, always put a smile on my face. I couldn't keep laughing watching it. I love the part of Carter and a nun goes, "Nice working with you, sista." "Anytime, brother." Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, starting from know, I'm gonna force myself to eat oatmeal every morning. Why? Because I read that oatmeals can help in losing weight. I'm not sure if its true, but what the heck, I'm trying anyway. I'm in a very bad shape now, and you probably notice that since I mentioned it every single post. So, I'm going to say this again; I am seriously the opposite of thin. That is, FAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-8348161221529822657?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/8348161221529822657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/06/119th-left-out.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8348161221529822657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8348161221529822657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/06/119th-left-out.html' title='119th; Left Out.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TBJDU3oQ4rI/AAAAAAAAAzo/lAuOSYsOQAI/s72-c/tumblr_l3ti8vv6YE1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-2932817271139025480</id><published>2010-06-04T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:45:52.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>118th; Lucky Enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TAkhpqOS53I/AAAAAAAAAzg/c2LcYIVptCc/s1600/tumblr_l2k2oi9qcd1qb8bhho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TAkhpqOS53I/AAAAAAAAAzg/c2LcYIVptCc/s320/tumblr_l2k2oi9qcd1qb8bhho1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478947421265520498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyy. I'm glad the holidays are here. I am desperately in need of a break right now, and two weeks sure can get me in the mood again. We had a hell lot of fun in school today. The Teacher's Day celebration, of course. We laughed a lot and screamed on top of our lungs. I almost lost my voice and the ability to hear after all that. Its the last day of school, and Nina was not there. Babe, I hope you're doing alright. Get well soon, and call me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to my village first thing in the morning tomorrow. I'll be there for, I don't know, four days? Because of one of my cousins is getting married. Wait, not one, but four! Four of them are getting married this holiday. But I just can make it to one. Gosh, see how time flies so fast? Its the middle of the year, and I felt like its only yesterday I stepped into a whole new Form 4 year. Man, I don't want to grow old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;h&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;, p&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-2932817271139025480?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/2932817271139025480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/06/118th-lucky-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2932817271139025480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2932817271139025480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/06/118th-lucky-enough.html' title='118th; Lucky Enough?'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TAkhpqOS53I/AAAAAAAAAzg/c2LcYIVptCc/s72-c/tumblr_l2k2oi9qcd1qb8bhho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-3924403369901649829</id><published>2010-06-03T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T04:28:47.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>117th; Slow Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TAeEkydfhnI/AAAAAAAAAzY/bYI5hggm86k/s1600/tumblr_l2kb1vxbD81qzidboo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TAeEkydfhnI/AAAAAAAAAzY/bYI5hggm86k/s320/tumblr_l2kb1vxbD81qzidboo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478493239275128434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;I AM FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey. Our freaking Mid Term exam is finally over. With the last piece of Biology Paper 1 we had today, we can smell the freedom at the corner of the door. With two weeks of holidays coming up, oh you wouldn't believe what have I planned to kill time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; - I totally screwed my paper. I nearly failed this one. Oh my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt; - I have no faith in Bio. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Physics &lt;/span&gt;- Let's skip this one shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Add Math&lt;/span&gt; - I'm cool with my score. Its not good, but its not bad either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt; - I literally forget how to multiply fractions -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;BM&lt;/span&gt; - I squeeze my brain hard for ideas, hope its worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; - I didn't get an A. Fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I stayed back with Izzati, Alyea and Nasuha for two things. Freaking Forum and Seni's banner making activity. Guess what, I had to practise speak in Bahasa Baku for the competition. Like, literally baku. I just can't imagine me speaking in Baku, talking about Bahasa Rojak in front of the judges. I hardly get my BM and English straight, how can I possibly speak pure Malay. I am not a chatterer type, I don't talk much. When I talk, people get bored. Some of them would even ignore me, and continued their conversation as if I'm not there. Its really pissing me off, so what's the point of talking anyway? So, Baku all the way. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;To : Alyea, I am so very proud of you. You have done your best to deserve this, well, CONGRATS! I hugged you three times just for this, so you can imagine how much I love the news. So, go there, do us proud. And save us some souvenir too, kay? Don't forget, I want my name and my photo in there as well. You must have Hana Izzati bt Mohd Sukri in the list okay? If not, be prepared for your worst nightmare. I love you. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-3924403369901649829?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/3924403369901649829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/06/117th-slow-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/3924403369901649829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/3924403369901649829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/06/117th-slow-down.html' title='117th; Slow Down.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/TAeEkydfhnI/AAAAAAAAAzY/bYI5hggm86k/s72-c/tumblr_l2kb1vxbD81qzidboo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-462814248804811157</id><published>2010-05-27T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T02:44:19.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>116th; The Picture Said It All.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S_6Bb0vv_FI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/jyuzbhh7Vro/s1600/tumblr_l226poUzbP1qzw0h4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S_6Bb0vv_FI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/jyuzbhh7Vro/s320/tumblr_l226poUzbP1qzw0h4o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475956511944473682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I was never good enough for you huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey. Not in the mood for an update really. Just making sure this blog doesn't die like someone else's &lt;a href="http://wordsinmybrain.wordpress.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Sorry, no offense. Alright, what should I write about this time? Maybe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6  style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 Ways to Tell if He Likes You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.He blushes and sweats. You intimidate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.He stares at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.He does things to deliberately gain your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.He stutters when he speaks to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5.His pupils dilate when you are up close and you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.He waits for you. He looks out for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.He laughs at your jokes when no one else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.He teases you because he wants you to remember and notice him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9.He listens to you and actually remembers little details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10.He notices slight changes in your appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11.He seems sad when you ignore him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12.He seems jealous when you are with another guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13.His friends all know you when you don't know them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14.He smiles back when you smile at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15.He often stares at you and when you catch him, he does that cute head turn, very fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16.He performs sweet acts for you. He defends and protects you. He tolerates you being mean to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ps: New season og Gossip Girl, plus Vampire Diaries and Big Time Rush are coming up. More reason to watch tv huh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-462814248804811157?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/462814248804811157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/05/116th-picture-said-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/462814248804811157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/462814248804811157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/05/116th-picture-said-it-all.html' title='116th; The Picture Said It All.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S_6Bb0vv_FI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/jyuzbhh7Vro/s72-c/tumblr_l226poUzbP1qzw0h4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-1478403403182246967</id><published>2010-05-18T03:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:06:05.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>115th; It Just Happen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S_JqBTOXd7I/AAAAAAAAAzI/o9OdBUh58s0/s1600/tumblr_l0bydsvZTu1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S_JqBTOXd7I/AAAAAAAAAzI/o9OdBUh58s0/s320/tumblr_l0bydsvZTu1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472553067781519282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I've been ignoring my blog since what, last month? Sorry about that. Alaa, I'm sure there's no one who even reads my blog pun kan. So, its not a big deal for me to not update. Heee. So, back to writing. Well, I'm thinking to squeeze everything thats in my head into a short paragraph today. Nahh, not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the way back home from school at 3.00 pm just now. I was observing people and their habit when they get stuck on a traffic jam. First, I saw this one couple who was well, I think on a fight. Then, I saw this guy, quite cute but he looks much older, literally picking his nose without realising I was watching him. Haha, skip that part. Next, I saw this lady hugging a pillow under her face. And she was sobbing. I didn't realise it until she turned and wiped her face. I was really nosy kan? So, I turned away. It started raining at that exact moment. Really, is it true that whenever we're feeling down or sad, it'll start to rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take this chance to say that, I kinda like Mountain Dew. It's err... refreshing. Yeah, that's the word. So, Nina, let's hit the store and buy lots, I mean lots of Dewness, nak? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-1478403403182246967?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/1478403403182246967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/05/116th-it-just-happen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/1478403403182246967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/1478403403182246967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/05/116th-it-just-happen.html' title='115th; It Just Happen.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S_JqBTOXd7I/AAAAAAAAAzI/o9OdBUh58s0/s72-c/tumblr_l0bydsvZTu1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-3310634737864031740</id><published>2010-04-08T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T03:59:10.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>114th; Sugar Sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S72tkNPPPGI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ne7LrYha3E8/s1600/DSC06164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S72tkNPPPGI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ne7LrYha3E8/s320/DSC06164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457709160983379042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss 3 Berdikari 2009. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's begin. I was in Interact's IU Prep for a few days now. Gotta admit, they were the coolest club ever. They enjoy themselves even during practices. They make jokes to each other, and just have fun. I love the show they're planning to do on IU Day. It was plainly superb. I'm still not sure about attending IU Day though. I haven't bought the tickets yet. Well, I'm gonna take a long time to think about this. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss baking. I miss the smell of fresh brownies in the oven. Maybe I'll bake some this Monday and bring it to school on Tuesday. Well, it depends on how rajin I am and how nice my mom is. But I don't have a clue on what icing I'm gonna use. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know what's going on with me right now. I feel like killing someone with an axe. I fell like cursing someone all the way. I feel like shouting till I lose my voice. I feel like dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-3310634737864031740?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/3310634737864031740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/04/114th-sugar-sugar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/3310634737864031740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/3310634737864031740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/04/114th-sugar-sugar.html' title='114th; Sugar Sugar'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S72tkNPPPGI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ne7LrYha3E8/s72-c/DSC06164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-7144325179167088712</id><published>2010-04-03T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:09:20.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>113th; Cut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S7f0iLD0fDI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Oqlh1ncrC-4/s1600/selena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S7f0iLD0fDI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Oqlh1ncrC-4/s320/selena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456098341504187442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I'm currently listening to Teddy Geiger. Gotta admit that his voice is kinda soothing. You know, the voice that can make you go to sleep and bring you to your own wonderland. And I like that. Plus, his name is TEDDY. So, lagi la comel kan. Haha. Love Is A Marathon. Yumm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I have to make a confession. Maybe, just maybe, I'm a little eenie meenie tiny fan of Selena. I mean, look at her. She is kinda cute. I LOVE her hair. But mine is better. She seriously can act. Oh, she can sing too. Have you heard her track 'Naturally'? My ear can totally listen to that.  Plus, I love all her outfit. She dresses appropriately and the same time, so fashionable. Oh, btw, I heard that she had a fight with Demi? Is that true? Ainn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched The Memory Keeper's Daughter on Saturday. It was very touching. Phoebe, the girl with Down Syndrome was left out by his father in order to keep his reputation. There was one thing that catches my eye though. Phoebe's long lost brother! Haha, can't remember his name, but he is cute. He plays guitar. Take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 20th BITHDAY TO MOHD ARIF OSMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;on 1st April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I forget you, I sms-wished you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-7144325179167088712?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/7144325179167088712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/04/113th-cut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7144325179167088712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7144325179167088712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/04/113th-cut.html' title='113th; Cut!'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S7f0iLD0fDI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Oqlh1ncrC-4/s72-c/selena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-9215663533007974908</id><published>2010-04-01T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T06:25:20.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>112th; Boy, I'm Going Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S7Sa6o6HWFI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ubNKrYPcUpM/s1600/sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S7Sa6o6HWFI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ubNKrYPcUpM/s320/sunshine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455155380856772690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. Its Mr. Robert's birthday today. Yes, again. Haha, I just love the look he gave us everytime we sang Happy Birthday song for him. Is he the coolest guy teacher ever, or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my Inertia homework right now, but I can't find a thing about the effects of inertia. None, at all. I googled it, typed INERTIA on Wikipedia. Blahh, I don't understand a single word in there. So, what's the point of doing it though. Gee, I hate Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. There's nothing else to write about. So... BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;HOW CAN I MOVE ON WHEN I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. Alyea, this one is for you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-9215663533007974908?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/9215663533007974908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/04/112th-boy-im-going-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/9215663533007974908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/9215663533007974908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/04/112th-boy-im-going-down.html' title='112th; Boy, I&apos;m Going Down.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S7Sa6o6HWFI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ubNKrYPcUpM/s72-c/sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-788009142605527086</id><published>2010-03-12T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T06:48:37.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>111th; Not Real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S57_hwnTfQI/AAAAAAAAAyY/VaqF1Wp4SfE/s1600-h/painoishthingy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S57_hwnTfQI/AAAAAAAAAyY/VaqF1Wp4SfE/s320/painoishthingy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449073554615401730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Where were you when I need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. Yeah, I'm not dead, lost or kidnapped as you think I might. I'm still here, not having a clue about what to write. Gee, I'm writing. You should honour me or something. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh, right. Holidays. I'm eager to wait until the 18th. Why? Because I'm not going to stuck here in Malaysia no more. I'm going to Hong Kong, people! Haha, home of Disneyland. I'm not excited about that Disneyland trip though. I've grown up, I guess. I've made a list on what and what to do there;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) THE MOST IMPORTANT : SHOPPING. Perfumes, and clothes. Lots and lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;2) Take a walk in the city during night time.&lt;br /&gt;3) Take pictures of the people and surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;4) Enjoy holidays and have some me time.&lt;br /&gt;5) Visit Disneyland. -______________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that is unnecessary. I just don't have anything appropriate to write. I guess its the consequences I have to take for abandoning my blog for so long, huh?Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-788009142605527086?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/788009142605527086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/03/111th-not-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/788009142605527086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/788009142605527086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/03/111th-not-real.html' title='111th; Not Real.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S57_hwnTfQI/AAAAAAAAAyY/VaqF1Wp4SfE/s72-c/painoishthingy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-4133429285852741292</id><published>2010-02-16T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:17:17.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>110th; Flightless Bird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S3t1k9VE1rI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/PJj5wcoO4bI/s1600-h/10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S3t1k9VE1rI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/PJj5wcoO4bI/s320/10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439070252778706610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;No need to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Screw me. I told myself not to update, but my fingers won't listen. So here we go again. I ate a plate of home made Nasi Lemak this morning for breakfast. And another two plate of it for lunch.  As for evening snack, I sinked a cup of Milo Ice and another irresistable cup of Chocolate Sundae. Just now, for dinner, I ate a plate of Nasi Minyak with meat. Red meat. So, you've guessed it, that I'm fat as a cow right now. Ergghhh. My diet plan isn't working at all, I tell you. Not at all. I need to get those exercise thingy that they sold in the market. You know, the one that you have to run on without having to move anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my life as a Form 3 student. I wish I could repeat every single moment of it. I don't care if I have to sit for PMR once again. I don't care if I have to do all kind of homeworks and exercises books. I don't mind if I had to write down Sejarah notes all over again. I miss the feeling I had whenever the teachers reminded us about PMR. I miss that feeling when we were about to enter our exam rooms. I miss that moment in the Bilik Pameran doing past year questions. I miss that whole experience. Man, if we could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-4133429285852741292?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/4133429285852741292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/02/110th-flightless-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4133429285852741292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4133429285852741292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/02/110th-flightless-bird.html' title='110th; Flightless Bird.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S3t1k9VE1rI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/PJj5wcoO4bI/s72-c/10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-7891658866406839342</id><published>2010-01-27T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T03:55:20.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>109th; Keep Me Close.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S2AjVLwefTI/AAAAAAAAAyA/2xrY_wKxT-E/s1600-h/DSC05588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S2AjVLwefTI/AAAAAAAAAyA/2xrY_wKxT-E/s320/DSC05588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431379997449157938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not literally back to business. I'm in the mood to write so, here we go. I know I've been MIA for a few months already, I was just so lazy to log in. Not that I have nothing to say, I just can't decide on what to write and how to write. I know I'm not a good writer, I'm not good speaker too. Sometimes, I babble too much that you can't understand me, which is why I create the blog in the first place. I think its easier to write than say words. I'm a quiet person and I don't talk much, I use this blog to write stuff and so on. But as time goes by, I feel like this blog is nonsense. It just doesn't have a point on reading it. I know it is quite boring and dull, plus my writing is not so good after all. I can't say what I really felt like saying. I can't write what I felt like writing.&lt;br /&gt;Because its a blog which everybody can read. I don't really like it for people to know what I'm feeling inside, so you might ask me why am I such an idiot to have a blog when I don't really use it as I supposed to. Well, I don't have the answer for that, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you say those words, I was happy. I really was. I couldn't think anything to say at the moment. I wish I had said something to cheer you up. But when I saw the redness in your eyes, I knew that everything would change. Everything. From the way you treat me, the way you look at me. I'm not ready yet. I wish I had, I wish I had the strength to move on. I'm not bold enough to face things now. I hope you understand. Maybe, sooner or later, I'll find the perfect words to say to you. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-7891658866406839342?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/7891658866406839342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/01/109th-keep-me-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7891658866406839342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7891658866406839342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2010/01/109th-keep-me-close.html' title='109th; Keep Me Close.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/S2AjVLwefTI/AAAAAAAAAyA/2xrY_wKxT-E/s72-c/DSC05588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-8124482147840486730</id><published>2009-12-08T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:47:45.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>108th; Brilliant Take Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sx8krykLPAI/AAAAAAAAAxw/HEJXqcOfILE/s1600-h/Us+with+a+snake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sx8krykLPAI/AAAAAAAAAxw/HEJXqcOfILE/s320/Us+with+a+snake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413085611849104386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thinking of the size of this snake is enough to make me shiver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I dreamt about frogs last night. Yeah, F-R-O-G-S. That slimy, gross, four-legged thing. I was in a science lab with my classmates. We have to do this experiment about frogs where we have to disect a frog. You know me, I hated this animal since I was small. So, my friends and I make a deal. They do the disect job and I'll write the report. So, I sit at a place that is as far as possible from the frog and do my job. While I wrote our name on a piece of paper, the frog suddenly became wild and jump around the table. I was freaking out, I turn around and prepared to run. But, I hit a bucket full of frogs and slipped. The frogs came out from the bucket and jump towards me. I was screaming, obviously, and a frog  came and jump onto my hands. I was letting out a hard yell that time and I woke up suddenly and felt some slimy liquid on my hands. Now, am I dreaming or what? I'll never want to enter Biology class ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Happy 15th Birthday, Alia and Haziq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-8124482147840486730?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/8124482147840486730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/12/108th-brilliant-take-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8124482147840486730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8124482147840486730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/12/108th-brilliant-take-out.html' title='108th; Brilliant Take Out.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sx8krykLPAI/AAAAAAAAAxw/HEJXqcOfILE/s72-c/Us+with+a+snake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-9501984437587932</id><published>2009-12-05T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:18:59.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>107th; Clear Holder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SxtMH6VVjiI/AAAAAAAAAxo/YdUgPZKJV_4/s1600-h/DSC04750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SxtMH6VVjiI/AAAAAAAAAxo/YdUgPZKJV_4/s320/DSC04750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412003076017327650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I braided my hair just now and I'm loving it. I didn't know that I can pull my hair into a French plait before. But yeah, I look weird somehow in it. Haha. Don't care. Oh I have BIG news. But I'm gonna reveal it at the end of this post alright. I know you love me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta to admit that this holiday is worse than before. I do the exact same routine every day. I woke up, take a long bath,  review the newspaper, watch tv shows, turn up the radio as loud as I can, read Seventeen, online not more than two hours at 12.00 pm, do some Origami, scrabble my name and someone's on a piece of paper, solve Sudoku in less than 10 minutes, badminton-ing, eat junkies, get high on sugar and I'm tired to list them all. Oh not to forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;being the tour guide to the zoo for young kids. The ZOO, for God sake. Huh, what a great holiday. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its time to reveal the big news. This news is dedicated to all my ninth grader friends. Our PMR result will come out in another two weeks, on 20th December to be exact. Eight days earlier than the date we've been told by Puan M. Scary, I thought so. Fourteen days to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S; I'm not really sure about this news anyway. My brother got this message from someone and he forward it to my mom. I was a bit shocked about this. But, to be sure, go and check about it. Then, tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-9501984437587932?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/9501984437587932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/12/107th-clear-holder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/9501984437587932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/9501984437587932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/12/107th-clear-holder.html' title='107th; Clear Holder.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SxtMH6VVjiI/AAAAAAAAAxo/YdUgPZKJV_4/s72-c/DSC04750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-5555401477808397459</id><published>2009-12-05T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:52:54.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>107th; Round Or Sphere?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sxo5J1IWhCI/AAAAAAAAAxg/pDTJLxGzTSA/s1600-h/Picture%2520176%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sxo5J1IWhCI/AAAAAAAAAxg/pDTJLxGzTSA/s320/Picture%2520176%5B2%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411700743282787362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;My another superwoman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I was out for the whole day today. We went for a wedding ceremony in Seremban. It took us 2 hours to find the house. We kept on finding ourselves on the same route every time. Although we have a map with us, but the hardest thing is to find Pacific The Store. It is actually named Seremban Centre Point, thats why we went round and round searching for a thing that doesn't exist. Aprroximately, we spent 6 hours in the car. Fuhh, that was exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight is on air again. Check out Star Movies on 10. Gahhh. Can't wait. Oh, I watched New Moon but didn't quite like it. The reason why is because Edward is not in it. Well, it is mostly Jacob and Bella. So, screw Jacob. I'm not into his body at all. Guys with muscles and six packs are so not my taste. Call me weird, I don't care. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-5555401477808397459?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/5555401477808397459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/12/107th-round-or-sphere.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5555401477808397459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5555401477808397459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/12/107th-round-or-sphere.html' title='107th; Round Or Sphere?'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sxo5J1IWhCI/AAAAAAAAAxg/pDTJLxGzTSA/s72-c/Picture%2520176%5B2%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-6019068703455915340</id><published>2009-12-03T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:19:25.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>106th; Coffee Table.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SxiVCjPfCrI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kIKTn-knNbk/s1600-h/First+day+%2853%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SxiVCjPfCrI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kIKTn-knNbk/s320/First+day+%2853%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411238823338117810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Serenade me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. Today is the Spring Cleaning day. Ma started all this. She came into the boys' and thought of sweeping it. But she ended up cleaning the whole room. So, to be a good daughter, I cleaned my room, swept the floor and arranged my table, twice. Last time I did all those things was in March, I think. I can't remember, I was 'busy' with PMR and all. So, of course, there's a lot of dust and trash under my bed. Maryam didn't even help me. She is fasting so, I couldn't blame her. I'm feeling like having a mug of Milo again. Milo madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, we found a squirrel jumping and running around my house yesterday evening. I was upstairs in my room, rushing down to see a mouse-like squirrel in a cage. They caught it when the squirrel was in a bucket full of water. Maryam, being a humanitarian, decided to build a home for the squirrel. We use a big box and drew a door, and itw windows. At 7 pm sharp, we released it to the so-called home. But it quickly jumped off through the window and run away. To be honest, I was really glad it was gone, I can't stand another minute looking at that thing. It gives goosebumps, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the 18th day I last saw that white car every morning. I kinda miss it and the owner too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-6019068703455915340?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/6019068703455915340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/12/106th-coffee-table.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6019068703455915340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6019068703455915340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/12/106th-coffee-table.html' title='106th; Coffee Table.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SxiVCjPfCrI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kIKTn-knNbk/s72-c/First+day+%2853%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-1105554452054020805</id><published>2009-11-24T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:45:05.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>105th; Go With The Wind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Swy6JPzwuPI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/w3C0egDgWdQ/s1600/DSC02967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Swy6JPzwuPI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/w3C0egDgWdQ/s320/DSC02967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407901920590346482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You're older than me too, Alyea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Alyea Aziz! You have become a very hot lady now. Thank you for all your support, advices, guidance, and jokes that never works. Haha, you've been there for me all the time, keeping me standing still on the ground, not letting me fall. You've been a very good friend, my dear. I'm sorry for everything. I missed you so much, I even wrote your name and Nina's on a paper plane and let it fly and find its way to you. Stay pretty and cute. You know I love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I'm kinda bored right now and don't have the mood to blog. Since Maryam will not be here till this evening, I decided to bake some cookies. I know it will fill her guts with jealousy because she won't be here to bake them too. She was into baking the minute I said I will having my own cafe in the future. You know, cafe ala Starbucks, there will be homemade desserts lining up the counter, coffee and juices poured in a big tall glasses. She said she wanted a cafe of her own too one day. That kinda pissed me off. A little bit. Not to much. Btw, I still love you, Maryam. Haha, not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina, I know you are excited in reading Dan Brown's kan? Tell you what, my dad bought The Last Symbol too and he's reading it. I read the sypnosis at the back, and I was fascinated by it. But still, I'm not into Dan Brown, Cecelia Ahern and Sarah Dessen are still my favourites. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Whenever I hear from readers about this book, I’m always interested in what struck them the most. With some people, it’s how Macy deals with the death of her father, how it makes her angry. Others like Kristy’s humor and outfits. But overwhelmingly, I’ve heard the most so far about Wes. I think that in a lot of ways, he was the kind of guy I was always looking for: one who wasn’t so interested in the "perfect," girl, whoever she might be. A boy who likes flaws, who sees potential in everything. While Delia’s company may represent chaos, Wes to me is hope. To him, nothing is ever finished, or broken. It’s just waiting to be incarnated, to begin as something new, again. And that, to me, is what Macy’s story is all about. How life is a continuing series of beginnings and endings, losses and gains, all folding into one long stretch, one lifetime, and one forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-1105554452054020805?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/1105554452054020805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/11/105th-go-with-wind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/1105554452054020805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/1105554452054020805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/11/105th-go-with-wind.html' title='105th; Go With The Wind.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Swy6JPzwuPI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/w3C0egDgWdQ/s72-c/DSC02967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-6928931502587034889</id><published>2009-11-23T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:35:15.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>104th; When Is This Going To End?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwtsGwoR35I/AAAAAAAAAxI/jiVMXx1zHdQ/s1600/twilightcrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwtsGwoR35I/AAAAAAAAAxI/jiVMXx1zHdQ/s320/twilightcrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407534640977272722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. You know what, I think Nick Jonas still had feelings for Miley. The way he looks at her in Send It On video proves it all. He looks at her as if he never looked at Miley before. In the first part, the part where Nick plays guitar and Miley sings, Miley was facing him and turn her head towards him. Nick was, maybe a little bit shy, so, he keeps his head down most of the time. That was so sweet. I almost scream when I saw that. Leya agrees too. Miley, why don't you realise it? Btw, Miley turns 17 yesterday. Happy Birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reached Level 9 in Cafe World. Yes, finally. I beat Afiq and a guy whom I don't know. I've been waiting for a long time for this. One day, I will beat Bihah's score. She's the highest point scorer at this time, but not for long. I'm going to take the crown. Buahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I never know Jude Law was so hot until this instant. I watched Enemy At The Gates just know. I was cursing Ed all the way. Jude was handsome enough to make me melt. And Rachel was stunning even in her war uniform. Until now, I can't understand why people have to fight and declare war at each other. War is a very stupid thing to do, it kills innocent people and destroys life. Poor Sacha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to waste my time anymore and let the boys eat all the hotdogs. You know me, hotdogs + me is life. Nahh, not necessarily. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-6928931502587034889?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/6928931502587034889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/11/104th-when-is-this-going-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6928931502587034889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6928931502587034889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/11/104th-when-is-this-going-to-end.html' title='104th; When Is This Going To End?'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwtsGwoR35I/AAAAAAAAAxI/jiVMXx1zHdQ/s72-c/twilightcrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-3091913323559114891</id><published>2009-11-21T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:32:43.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>103rd; Maybe, Just Maybe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Swiuk667ikI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ZQNVyWV-2EM/s1600/Picture%2520163%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Swiuk667ikI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ZQNVyWV-2EM/s320/Picture%2520163%5B2%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406763301973232194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This two will never stop cheering me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. Sorry for my dead-and-gone action yesterday. I was busy making plans and timetable for us to follow this entire holiday. Well, I was asked to do that by my dad, so we'll not go around and wasting time. The holiday has been really dull. Nothing better to do other than baking. I think I'm going to start working on Orygami. I was kinda struggling to make a fish but practice makes perfect, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the boy up there is turning seven next year. He will be called a SBU-ian less than two months and his orientation will be on this Tuesday. I am planning to go, Alyea, jom? So, yesterday, we went out to shop for Aqil's uniform. And God knows how cute my brother is in his school uniform. And he is only in Standard One. Dah besar panjang budak ni. Haha. Too bad, I didn't capture him. :( While on the way to the shop, I saw some pretty dresses, and a T-shirt saying, "I miss my darling HOT, MJ." -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, I want to congratulate my brother and my cousin, Amir and Ashhad for getting 5A's in UPSR recently. You guys really deserve the PSP. Sorry for the late post, but hey, since you're not reading, I'm fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for The Last Song to come to Malaysia. Or maybe they won't? I'm not sure, but Miley is in it. MILEY CYRUS! Woohoo, I just watch the trailer. Its pretty entertaining. The boy that Miley has crush on is cute too. Oh not to forget, today is the premiere of Wizards of Waverly Place The Movie. I'm not going to miss it. Selena looks darn gorgeous in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-3091913323559114891?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/3091913323559114891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/11/103rd-maybe-just-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/3091913323559114891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/3091913323559114891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/11/103rd-maybe-just-maybe.html' title='103rd; Maybe, Just Maybe.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Swiuk667ikI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ZQNVyWV-2EM/s72-c/Picture%2520163%5B2%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-3666657306233581470</id><published>2009-11-19T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:20:04.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>102nd; Staying Strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwX7tlPI77I/AAAAAAAAAw4/qrrEQ0Elr4Q/s1600/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwX7tlPI77I/AAAAAAAAAw4/qrrEQ0Elr4Q/s320/DSC00185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406003688236445618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Admit that you're older and I'm younger, Nina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First thing first. I just want to wish my very own cute monkey, Nina Merlissa a very Happy Belated Birthday. You are now officialy fifteen, so get up and find a new hot boyfriend for yourself. Any guy would find it hard to resist a beautiful girl like you. Have fun on your birthday, have fun in your life. I'm sure its gonna be great. Thank you for everything, darling. And sorry for every single I've done. You've been there for me everytime I need you, I appreciate you for that. No words that can describe how important you are to me.  I love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. Have you heard my new song? I know you love them too. I can't stop listening to these songs. It really reflects what I'm feeling right now. Well, just a few of them. Gahh, whatever. Like you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been telling this so many times, but there's people who don't know about this. That my mobile phone is broke. I'm not using any phones right now until my dad buy me a new one. Well, technically, you will have to wait for a long time for that. I can't make calls, I can't receive calls, the phone is not working, the ringtones are dead and gone. So, that explains why I don't answer calls anymore. Sorry to anyone who called me earlier. Kak Daly, I'm sorry. You can still contact me through my house phone number or MSN. If you don't have it, ask for it. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, anyway, if you guys are free this Sunday, check out Star Movies at 10. I'm sure you guys would love it. Once I saw that, I screamed my lungs out and jumped all around the chair. I have a new celebrity crush now. Its Eddie Cahill. He is gorgeous. I am not kidding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I look to my right, I saw this one name. I look to my left, I saw that name too. I look into this computer, I saw it too. That name is like everywhere now. I am serious. It seems that I can't forget it. No matter how much I've tried, it still come to haunt me. Maybe its time to stop? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-3666657306233581470?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/3666657306233581470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/11/102nd-staying-strong.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/3666657306233581470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/3666657306233581470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/11/102nd-staying-strong.html' title='102nd; Staying Strong.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwX7tlPI77I/AAAAAAAAAw4/qrrEQ0Elr4Q/s72-c/DSC00185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-7178503696877053076</id><published>2009-11-17T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:07:58.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>101st; Never Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNT_YXTUuI/AAAAAAAAAwY/woQQnwk_cTo/s1600/DSC04728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNT_YXTUuI/AAAAAAAAAwY/woQQnwk_cTo/s200/DSC04728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405256326111777506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNUABcq7lI/AAAAAAAAAwo/03TgZz6o4xc/s1600/DSC04724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNUABcq7lI/AAAAAAAAAwo/03TgZz6o4xc/s200/DSC04724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405256337140149842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNQOPOpdjI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Xjd8Xzvj28I/s1600/DSC04730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNQOPOpdjI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Xjd8Xzvj28I/s200/DSC04730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405252183311087154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNR8kKNARI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ZnliJpMPEMw/s1600/DSC04781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNR8kKNARI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ZnliJpMPEMw/s200/DSC04781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405254078715199762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNR8-rR2jI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/-DgKk2DA3jk/s1600/DSC04766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNR8-rR2jI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/-DgKk2DA3jk/s200/DSC04766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405254085833251378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNR8DMlsmI/AAAAAAAAAv4/WFl4_xUfFRs/s1600/DSC04774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNR8DMlsmI/AAAAAAAAAv4/WFl4_xUfFRs/s200/DSC04774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405254069866836578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNT_3YETLI/AAAAAAAAAwg/MWrtqU_mzpg/s1600/DSC04769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNT_3YETLI/AAAAAAAAAwg/MWrtqU_mzpg/s200/DSC04769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405256334436486322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNQfKl6yyI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aBuS4KvZSIo/s1600/DSC04768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNQfKl6yyI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aBuS4KvZSIo/s200/DSC04768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405252474124290850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNR8afY7GI/AAAAAAAAAwA/UypOBqCYMQs/s1600/DSC04735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNR8afY7GI/AAAAAAAAAwA/UypOBqCYMQs/s200/DSC04735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405254076119706722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm glad I spent my last day of ninth grade the way I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. Miss me? I'm sure you missed me more than you missed your boyfriend. Its been wayy too long since I last updated my blog. I'm sure that you guys think that this blog even exist. But since my incredibly cute monkeys insisted me to update, well here's an update for you. FYI, my monkeys are the ones that in the first picture up there. Yupp, you got that right. The cutest monkeys I've ever seen. I miss you guys already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you know that school's over. Now, I have got nothing better to do than stuck at home. I'm not sure myself what stuff I've done for the past couple of days to fill in the boredom. Baking? Yes. Reading the same book over and over again? Yes. Being a non-professional nanny? Yes. Babbling all the way from dawn to sunset? Yes. Now what? I have no idea what am I going to do after this. As you all know, I'm not into Internet lately. I can survive one whole week without the Internet. If you all noticed that my Cafe on Facebook isn't organized and yet messy. I always have spoiled menus on my stove. Well, that kinda bothers me. Nahh, whatever. Now, I have a new favourite game. It is called Plants vs. Zombies. Yes, Zombies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just painted my nails pink. And I think natural colour is the way to go. But, I want to try on green so badly. Striking blue is not so bad either. Why don't I try everything at once? Out to get on the artistic side of mine. Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-7178503696877053076?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/7178503696877053076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/11/101st-never-gone_17.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7178503696877053076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7178503696877053076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/11/101st-never-gone_17.html' title='101st; Never Gone.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SwNT_YXTUuI/AAAAAAAAAwY/woQQnwk_cTo/s72-c/DSC04728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-5773977602436916082</id><published>2009-09-26T02:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T03:13:50.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100th; Silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sr3kgPd3EEI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3-w8RLF_VkU/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sr3kgPd3EEI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3-w8RLF_VkU/s320/l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385711971963703362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love is a four letter word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, everyone. Maaf Zahir dan Batin. Sorry for the late post. I told you I went back to celebrate Eid with all my cousins. This year's Raya went pretty great, I guess. We had fun, me especially, despite the fact that PMR is only two weeks away. Two weeks! Yaiks. Surprisingly, I didn't ate much during Raya. The only place that managed to satisfy my taste buds was TokMi's house! She prepared sate and her famous chocolate cake. Oh and not to forget, her Ice Lemon Tea that I've been craving for months. We went all yellow this year. I haven't upload the pictures to my laptop yet. Going to, soon. Maybe after PMR. Oh, for the first time, I wore a kebaya. Red kebaya, that is! I had some difficulties of walking in them at first, but I got the hang of it. They all went 'Oh, wow, you looked pretty matured in this'. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 100th post! Haha, finally, I've been waiting for this moment. My blog is a 'century' old. Plus, my 100th post happened to be my Raya post. Haha, how great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-5773977602436916082?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/5773977602436916082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/09/100th-silence.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5773977602436916082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5773977602436916082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/09/100th-silence.html' title='100th; Silence.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sr3kgPd3EEI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3-w8RLF_VkU/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-44775769694306366</id><published>2009-09-15T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T07:25:03.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99th; Going Strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sq-eWy2hqYI/AAAAAAAAAto/FVgdaGBet-c/s1600-h/DSC03850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sq-eWy2hqYI/AAAAAAAAAto/FVgdaGBet-c/s320/DSC03850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381694194175814018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I was having a bad headache after school. The pain was gone the minute after Alyea called me 'sayang'. Haha, this is why I love her. She's my partner in-crime, my everything. Haha, I sound so gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hanged out with Ghadys after school. I accomponied her while waiting for her mom to arrive. We talked about guys, mostly. And you know, I was inspired by Ghadys' bravery to actually do something that me myself won't evr do. I don't have to tell you what this is all about. I'm born a coward. And I'm a nervous person by nature. I get distracted easily and I won't confess anything directly to a guy, straight on their faces. Gosh, I will definitely passed out. Haha. Frankly, I am proud of Ghadys. She's the man! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be online starting tomorrow until PMR, I guess. I have to go the airport tomorrow, right after school. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-44775769694306366?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/44775769694306366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/09/99th-going-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/44775769694306366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/44775769694306366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/09/99th-going-strong.html' title='99th; Going Strong.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sq-eWy2hqYI/AAAAAAAAAto/FVgdaGBet-c/s72-c/DSC03850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-2800125173028753794</id><published>2009-09-13T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T06:53:35.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>98th; The Journey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sqz7Dv0xhQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/HTkSjlqUMxQ/s1600-h/DSC04002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sqz7Dv0xhQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/HTkSjlqUMxQ/s320/DSC04002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380951696596894978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My sizzling hot models.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I know, I was busy like a bee lately and don't have time to blog and stuff. I feel bad whenever I switched on the laptop. PMR is like less than three weeks, and I'm still here, wasting my time. Gosh, I will definitely blame the Internet for everything if I don't get my straight A's. Surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered a photography contest last Friday. I was the photographer, together with Adeeba. We decided to enter a day before the contest was held. So, as a last-minute preparation, we had to gather a few models and find interesting spot to take. So, we asked Nasuha and her brother, Wan, Gina and Farhana to model for us. They had to wear their national costume and so do the photographers. We took different shots and angels in different locations. It was really fun. We had good time bonding. Haha. I'm pretty satisfied with my work and all. So, yeahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-2800125173028753794?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/2800125173028753794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/09/merdeka-for-nasuha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2800125173028753794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2800125173028753794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/09/merdeka-for-nasuha.html' title='98th; The Journey.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sqz7Dv0xhQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/HTkSjlqUMxQ/s72-c/DSC04002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-2240638912118609565</id><published>2009-09-08T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:07:19.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>97th; Deeper Conversation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SqZdmk9ystI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Q79c77gQXIs/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SqZdmk9ystI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Q79c77gQXIs/s320/alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379089722279899858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dare to be wrong and to dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   - Frederick von Schiller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I am feeling nauseous. I had this feeling since yesterday. Or was it Friday? It doesn't matter, I want this to stop. I don't know what cause me to feel this way, I don't eat junk food. I cut down down on my rice intake too. I drink fresh juices, I eat vegetables and I don't have MT for a week or so. Wait a minute, I remembered that I swallowed a handful of chocolates on Saturday. Damn, do I need to cut down on chocolates too? No, no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be having our second Trial next week. The last stop before we reach our final destination, PMR. I actually like having continuous exams like this. I could be more alert and spend time studying than being online. But I think, all of my hardwork doesn't pays off. Just look at my result. Its a bit dissapointing. That's why my mom asked Puan F to check on my exercises books. I have to finish a whole book of Science by this Friday. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if you are trying to drive me crazy or mad over some minor things like that, you are clearly wasting your time. I'm not that sort of person who gets envious easily. You can talk to him as much as you want, I will never care. You can flirt with him all you want, I will never care. Have fun treating yourself as a fool, hope you enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-2240638912118609565?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/2240638912118609565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/09/97th-deeper-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2240638912118609565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2240638912118609565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/09/97th-deeper-conversation.html' title='97th; Deeper Conversation.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SqZdmk9ystI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Q79c77gQXIs/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-4696190181532996889</id><published>2009-09-04T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T03:12:38.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>96th; Still Small Voices.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SqDW1tBh4CI/AAAAAAAAAs4/KqsbxRqVNks/s1600-h/DSC03579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SqDW1tBh4CI/AAAAAAAAAs4/KqsbxRqVNks/s320/DSC03579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377534173187792930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I don't know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-Bill Cosby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Hi. I'm listening to Metro Station right now and I feel like shaking it too. Nahh. I was surprisingly in a good mood today. Well, not at first. I came to school &lt;/span&gt;to find out I was late like yesterday but I managed to skip the prefects and quickly sat down on my queue. There's form 4 guy saw me actually, he's a new prefect so, I bet he didn't dare. Haha. I saved myself from standing in the middle of the Skylite looking like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Sejarah first thing in the morning. We did some exercises and Mr. A was being a clown that I can't stop laughing. He's actually a nice guy, you know. Only that he is too drawn to his 'feminine' side. He can be tough and gentleman, at times, I think. After recess, we had BM with three most superb teachers of the subject. We did Kelantan's Trial paper and it was actually easy. Well, not too easy, there were some questions that's a bit confusing. But I only got five questions wrong and it's a major improvement. They said that Kelantan's questions are one of the hardest in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school period was definitely the one that made me be in my good mood today. I succesfully answered some questions, again about indices and factorization, the two that I'm very low at, in school. I can't stop smiling after that. :) Let just me and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a bazaar earlier today and I bought my favourite chicken samosa. I thought of buying some mouth-watering blueberry tarts too but I was in hurry that time. Then, I went to buy a drink for buka. There, I was told by an anonymous guy that I have a pair of very big eyes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Wahh, besarnyaaa'&lt;/span&gt; Something like that. I was stunned for a second, I smiled. Haha, I never thought someone I don't know would say that to me, straight to my face. My eyes are not that big, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-4696190181532996889?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/4696190181532996889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/09/96th-still-small-voices.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4696190181532996889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4696190181532996889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/09/96th-still-small-voices.html' title='96th; Still Small Voices.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SqDW1tBh4CI/AAAAAAAAAs4/KqsbxRqVNks/s72-c/DSC03579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-8574824807945817817</id><published>2009-09-03T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T03:29:23.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>95th; Remarkable Person.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sp-YnlvWTZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/WEpIfhAoGdM/s1600-h/IMG_5618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sp-YnlvWTZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/WEpIfhAoGdM/s320/IMG_5618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377184286016687506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Happy Birthday, Abah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not listening to what you said earlier. I'm sorry for being the worst daughter in history. I'm sorry for always make you stressed out with my never ending desires. I'm sorry for making you mad. I'm sorry for spending your money too much to satisfy myself. I'm sorry for always making troubles to you. I'm sorry for not giving you any presents for your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, you know I love you. I won't stop loving you even when I got married with the person in my dreams, you will always be my 1# guy in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-8574824807945817817?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/8574824807945817817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/09/95th-remarkable-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8574824807945817817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8574824807945817817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/09/95th-remarkable-person.html' title='95th; Remarkable Person.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sp-YnlvWTZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/WEpIfhAoGdM/s72-c/IMG_5618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-1108811423667748888</id><published>2009-09-03T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T03:15:20.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>94th; Got It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sp-Mij_D-AI/AAAAAAAAAso/1f_eoxEFKbo/s1600-h/flickr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sp-Mij_D-AI/AAAAAAAAAso/1f_eoxEFKbo/s320/flickr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377171005506844674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="body"&gt;I feel like a voodoo doll. It's grim. It's gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;- Emma Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. School had just started. I felt like its been ages already. We combined our class with 3A &amp;amp; 3S and had the hard and cold Bilik Pameran all to ourselves. I never thought that the BP could be that cold, you know. Most of us were freezing in there while Leya's fingers turned purple because of the 16 Degree Celcius. I secretly like it. Well, you can't easily destroy a girl who used to sleep with the aircond on to -10 Celcius just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like the timetable now as we only have three subjects to focus on a day. Its better than the Intensif's. I finally understood the concept of factorization. Not like I didn't know, its just that I get confused sometimes. I need to find a tutor fast! I was hoping this someone will teach me Maths. As a professional and a genius Math-er, it would be perfect. But, nahh. Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't and I can't like Twilight anymore. Well, I like the story, yes, I love it but not the hero. You can take him all you want, I won't go and chase you with a cordless screw driver. I'm done with it. My only hero is now, the one and only David Rice. And I don't take him from anyone. But if I did anyway, I'll have Nick Jonas or David Archuleta or Kris Allen for all that matters. I'm not copying anyone, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm tired of trying to gratify everyone. I think from now on, I'll do what I please and stop doing all this nonsense. Like they care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-1108811423667748888?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/1108811423667748888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/09/94th-got-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/1108811423667748888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/1108811423667748888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/09/94th-got-it.html' title='94th; Got It.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sp-Mij_D-AI/AAAAAAAAAso/1f_eoxEFKbo/s72-c/flickr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-7239422190332907698</id><published>2009-08-31T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:53:01.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>93rd; Heartless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpvutZ5O6_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/svc5_8IpnZQ/s1600-h/112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpvutZ5O6_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/svc5_8IpnZQ/s320/112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376153044009282546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost, I am truly lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. Happy Merdeka everyone. I'm not in the mood to celebrate Independence Day today. Well, I'm not in the mood to do anything. Literally. I spent my Merdeka eve watching KAMI and Quickie! I fell for Abu's quirky behaviour. He's way cooler than Ali. That's for sure. And I can see that Henry was eyeing Hunny all the time during their live show. Not that Hunny don't realise it though. Haha, I guess what everyong said was true after all. I am an observer. I observe almost everything that happenned around me and make some conclusion base on what I saw. Still, most of them were true. I really can be a spy or detective based on my skills, or so I've been told by an old friend of mine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, school is starting tomorrow. I'll be stuck in the not so cool class again. Although the class may be a bit breezy and spacious, I still want the good old 3B class back. I miss that class. We can get the access of everything within the reach of our legs from that class. Canteen, toilet, SB, you name it. But when you get stuck on the third floor on the left side wing, its nearly impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-7239422190332907698?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/7239422190332907698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/93rd-heartless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7239422190332907698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7239422190332907698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/93rd-heartless.html' title='93rd; Heartless.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpvutZ5O6_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/svc5_8IpnZQ/s72-c/112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-7707448448599587496</id><published>2009-08-29T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T07:05:06.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>92nd; Luxe Or Grunge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Spjvq5Z_MLI/AAAAAAAAAsY/iD35LlfeCmU/s1600-h/hana.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Spjvq5Z_MLI/AAAAAAAAAsY/iD35LlfeCmU/s320/hana.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375309675510050994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won the match. He resigned. That's why.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I had this habit of reading dictionaries when I'm bored. Its a great thing to do you know. You can improve your vocabulary. Well, I can't. Because I keep forgetting the words I read and the meaning. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Happy Ending right now. I'm playing FreeCell and Solitaire over and over again on my PC. The game are perfect for bored girls like me. And I won everytime I played them. Applause, applause! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big congratulations to Kak Daly and her roomies for winning fourth place out of nine in Monash University Night Talent. See, she IS talented as what I told you guys before. Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jumper will be played on air any minute from now. I am so not gonna miss this. At last, my second future boyfriend appeared live on tv. Haha, look how handsome he is. Again, he is mine, all mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-7707448448599587496?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/7707448448599587496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/92nd-luxe-or-grunge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7707448448599587496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7707448448599587496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/92nd-luxe-or-grunge.html' title='92nd; Luxe Or Grunge?'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Spjvq5Z_MLI/AAAAAAAAAsY/iD35LlfeCmU/s72-c/hana.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-4746524017663691444</id><published>2009-08-28T00:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:47:42.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>91st; Right On Track.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpeMalOZLpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/rAAnNNNmp1E/s1600-h/red.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 129px; font-weight: bold;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpeMalOZLpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/rAAnNNNmp1E/s200/red.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374919068586946194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpeM2XObtqI/AAAAAAAAAsI/i4hQeu4o0WQ/s1600-h/hana_horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpeM2XObtqI/AAAAAAAAAsI/i4hQeu4o0WQ/s200/hana_horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374919545865352866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpeOUWAW3XI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/rpcL4HZlpsg/s1600-h/IMG_5657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpeOUWAW3XI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/rpcL4HZlpsg/s200/IMG_5657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374921160445582706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Gone with the wind, back with a piece of paper and the word 'bye'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I got nothing to do right now, so another update won't kill for you to read. I'm wasting my time listening to some old songs and browsing through some old pictures. I looked weird during my childhood. I mean, really weird. I looked so innocent back then. The first picture was during Raya 05, I think. The two pictures next were in Sydney 06. I love the green scenery there. Very calming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be jealous, I'm having Spicy Chicken McDeluxe for buka puasa tonight. And also the irresistable Oreo McFlurry for dessert. Yummyyy. The last time I had them was like three months back. I was cutting out on sugary food but now, I just don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want &lt;a href="http://www.crocs.com.my/footwear_detail.php?mainID=70"&gt;Crocs Santa Cruz&lt;/a&gt; for Raya. Please? A blue one. They're in this season and I don't want to miss them. The guys in my family are getting on each. Each! It is so unfair. Just because they're guys, doesn't mean only they can have it. We, womens, independent womens, can own them too. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-4746524017663691444?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/4746524017663691444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/91st-right-on-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4746524017663691444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4746524017663691444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/91st-right-on-track.html' title='91st; Right On Track.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpeMalOZLpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/rAAnNNNmp1E/s72-c/red.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-7753449600963797337</id><published>2009-08-26T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:00:00.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>90th; Absurdly Appealing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpYYWYxT3YI/AAAAAAAAArw/G3GhEQvwHlE/s1600-h/app_full_proxy.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpYYWYxT3YI/AAAAAAAAArw/G3GhEQvwHlE/s320/app_full_proxy.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374509978198728066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" class="body" &gt;I think I've discovered the secret of life - you just hang around until you get used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Charles M. Schulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I want to watch Twilight again. I want the DVD. Will someone get them for me? Oh, I've been reading the book Twilight, and I found its not that interesting. I can't feel the romantic-ness in the book compared to the movie itself. I prefer to watch it than to read it. It can save me a lot of time, you know. Now, I want to read New Moon pulak. Fatin, make sure you give me eh? Btw, thank you to Fatin Hanani Adnan for the Twilight book that I've been longed to read for and the sweet bookmark. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, apart from obsessing over Twilight crew, I think I am now obsessed with AFC. You know, the Asia Food Channel. Channel 703 in ASTRO? Haha, yes, the FOOD channel. Its is fasting month and I don't feel that hungry all the time. But whenever I switched on my TV, my eyes will glued on whatever showing on AFC. Mostly, I watch Nigella's Bites, Sugar, Bake! or French Food At Home. My interest in food has gone up and I'm not talking about wanting to eat them, I'm talking about wanting to cook them. Once, I wanted to be a well-known chef and cook all the great dish. But I am more to desserts so, chocolate mousse, mint icecream, chocolate chip cookies, all great stuff. I'm into baking if you ask me. I love to spend time baking for the loved ones. So, maybe I will bake some for you. Let's just see about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-7753449600963797337?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/7753449600963797337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/90th-absurdly-appealing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7753449600963797337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7753449600963797337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/90th-absurdly-appealing.html' title='90th; Absurdly Appealing.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpYYWYxT3YI/AAAAAAAAArw/G3GhEQvwHlE/s72-c/app_full_proxy.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-6865883682875622676</id><published>2009-08-26T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:58:32.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>89th; Me On You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpU-9eYoZ-I/AAAAAAAAAro/ckrvPyUNI3U/s1600-h/DSC03529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpU-9eYoZ-I/AAAAAAAAAro/ckrvPyUNI3U/s320/DSC03529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374270956185872354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm tired of waiting, waiting for you to drop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hi. Its been a week heh? I was too 'busy' to blog nowadays. I spend my whole week laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Its been a real boring holiday. I don't go anywhere, not even to Bazaar Ramadhan. I'm a real ass, so, don't be surprise if I look chubbier. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have no mood to blog nor online. Internet is no longer a friend of mine lately. To be true, I would rather choose sitting around not doing anything than spend time online-ing.  Honestly! I think Internet can make me waste my time just like that. So, to prevent my Internet privilleges from being pulled away by my parents, its better if I minimise my time now, right?&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm sure you guys are all bored with me saying the same stuff over and over again in the posts. I have no idea what to talk about. I lost my blogging skills. There's nothing else for me to do except study, of course. That's what i will do from now on. Study, study, and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want gold and silver cupcakes with red polkadots icing on top. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-6865883682875622676?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/6865883682875622676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/89th-me-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6865883682875622676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6865883682875622676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/89th-me-on-you.html' title='89th; Me On You.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SpU-9eYoZ-I/AAAAAAAAAro/ckrvPyUNI3U/s72-c/DSC03529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-2969605539595029321</id><published>2009-08-20T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:23:58.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>87th; Uptown Girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/So1UD-BxRuI/AAAAAAAAArY/Nel5CZAKK8M/s1600-h/love-quotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/So1UD-BxRuI/AAAAAAAAArY/Nel5CZAKK8M/s320/love-quotes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372042357689632482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Herm Albright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi. I am too tired to type so I just write whatever that are swinging in my head okay? Its Thursday, it was suppose to be my lucky day. But it seems I'm not very lucky today. But I did get my old Alyea back. :) She was very moody and quiet for the past two days. When I asked her, she just shrugged and say nothing. Luckily, that someone succeed in brighten up my best friend's day. Good job. Btw, Leya, if you're reading this, please don't be mad. I'm just playing around. You know that kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very 'rajin' to cme to school today. I was planning not to but nahh. I won't break my record of not ponteng-ing school this year. We got four of our exam papers already. I am quite satisfied with them. But I don't think I will get an A for Maths as my Paper 2 was screwed by so many careless mistakes that I did. I was so stupid that time. I can't even get the translation question right. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a bad headache in school just now. I can't think or do anything properly. We was supposed to make this one pop-art birthday card and send them to Puan Aslinda immediately. But I didn't do it, I just watched Nina and Alyea struggling to finish theirs. Nina did this Valentine card and I wonder WHO will be the lucky guy to get it. Haha, no sweat. I already know. Kan Fatin kan? Haha. Oh btw, I'm joining a photography contest for Merdeka with Adeeba the week after holiday. Anyone else interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am weird. I do things in my own way, my own time without having anyone else to push me. I can be shy, I can be friendly, I can be a snob, I can be hyper, I can be quiet, I can be wild. I can change in a mere minute. Like this evening for example, from a really 'shy' girl, I did something that I'd never think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-2969605539595029321?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/2969605539595029321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/87th-uptown-girl.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2969605539595029321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2969605539595029321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/87th-uptown-girl.html' title='87th; Uptown Girl.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/So1UD-BxRuI/AAAAAAAAArY/Nel5CZAKK8M/s72-c/love-quotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-4353672267109366546</id><published>2009-08-19T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:33:09.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>86th; Dead End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SovAUCBViAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/bvvC0Y0Cq7E/s1600-h/cutequote1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SovAUCBViAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/bvvC0Y0Cq7E/s320/cutequote1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371598430941841410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What everyone wants from life is continuous and genuine happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- Baruch Spinoza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. Let's get things straight. I'm not going to blog as often as before anymore. Its not that I don't want to, but I think I have to stay away from the addictive Internet just for a little while. Because PMR is only a month away, 49 days to be exact. It kinda freaks me out. I wasted too much time on doing nothing in particular rather than studying my brains off. Still, it worth the time don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm losing my blogging skills. My brain is stuck whenever Blogger site popped up in the laptop screen. I have like three drafts already and I don't have the mood to edit and publish them. I talk trash a lot. There's no point for you to read them right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two hours and fifteen minutes left for me to feel the delicious strawberry jam on toast in my tongue. I am hungry and thirst for Milo Tabur too. I made two glasses of them myself last night. One for buka puasa and another one when I'm watching the juiciest gossips in GG2. I admit it, its a little uneasy for me to sleep with chocolatey liquids in my stomach. I felt like vomitting but luckily I don't. You don't have to read the whole story do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another thing, I'm thinking of changing the look of my blog. Nothing ordinary. Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I realised that I used the question mark a little too much. Especially in my blog posts. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-4353672267109366546?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/4353672267109366546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/86th-dead-end.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4353672267109366546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4353672267109366546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/86th-dead-end.html' title='86th; Dead End.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SovAUCBViAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/bvvC0Y0Cq7E/s72-c/cutequote1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-2167387968969902175</id><published>2009-08-15T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T04:04:26.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>88th; Surrender.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SobD0_OthGI/AAAAAAAAArI/_JK07A5xkg8/s1600-h/quote189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SobD0_OthGI/AAAAAAAAArI/_JK07A5xkg8/s320/quote189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370194920779646050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;It is really hard to look away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I just recover from a fever, a very high one indeed. That's also the reason I didn't blog for three days in a row. I was too weak, I spent the whole day in my bed yesterday. Hey, at least I didn't buka my puasa, you know. I'm strong enough to survive the whole day without food and still shivering under my blanket.  think I deserve a round of applause. :D Nahh, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe there's only a month left to PMR and I am still here, blogging and act like nothing happen. I tried to decrease my length of time used to online, and believe it or not, it works. I don't feel bad about it and my parents don't keep pitching on me anymore. So far so good huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's exactly twenty four minutes left to eat the delicious spaghetti my mom cooked. Ohh I can't wait. Happy Ramadhan and happy holidays to you guys as well. Study hard too! PMR is on the way if you haven't notice. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-2167387968969902175?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/2167387968969902175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/88th-surrender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2167387968969902175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2167387968969902175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/88th-surrender.html' title='88th; Surrender.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SobD0_OthGI/AAAAAAAAArI/_JK07A5xkg8/s72-c/quote189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-8290032848624058488</id><published>2009-08-14T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T06:56:01.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>85th; Midnight Call.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SoVoQ60WrnI/AAAAAAAAArA/kfS3PGqP950/s1600-h/photography-14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SoVoQ60WrnI/AAAAAAAAArA/kfS3PGqP950/s320/photography-14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369812770585226866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I still miss those I loved who are no longer with me but I find I am grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-Rita Mae Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I'm back. Missed me? I know you do. Trial was harder than I thought. I totally screwed my BM paper. I got stuck on the Section A and B. English was okay, I guess. At least its better than BM. Maths was okay, I am so stupid for not knowing how to factorise 8a-50. Damn. Geografi and Sejarah were of course, confusing. I did a lot of mistakes. I didn't really spend time studying Agama as Sejarah and Agama were combined on a same day. So, lets just leave it to that. ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't really have the mood to blog right now. So, yeah. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-8290032848624058488?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/8290032848624058488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/85th-midnight-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8290032848624058488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8290032848624058488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/85th-midnight-call.html' title='85th; Midnight Call.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SoVoQ60WrnI/AAAAAAAAArA/kfS3PGqP950/s72-c/photography-14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-5419456893426680691</id><published>2009-08-08T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T03:25:14.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>84th; Don't Let Me Go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sn5OGHkY1fI/AAAAAAAAAq4/T6nfL-p2Mlo/s1600-h/summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sn5OGHkY1fI/AAAAAAAAAq4/T6nfL-p2Mlo/s320/summer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367813672890062322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes mutes of those who habitually speak most fluently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Madeleine De Scudery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I know, I'm supposed to study for Trial this week but I just had to blog. I can never resist the power of blogging and Facebook. Haha. To compensate the time I used to online, I'm gonna burn the midnight oil to study Science and Agama. Also, I'm going to finish that Maths and Sejarah exercises book I bought three months ago. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I didn't really study as Little Miss Nasuha kept bugging me to text her. I spent the whole day, not exactly the whole day texting her and eating chocolates. Oh Nina, the chocolate you bought for me isn't fully digested by my stomach yet as a quarter of it still kept nicely in my refrigreator. Call me a chocoholic, true but when it comes to eating it, I can be real stingy and thrifty. I only eat one at a time. Hey, chocolates are meant to be cherished and its delightful taste need to be swallowed carefully. Well, thats what I personally think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a particular song over and over again on the radio and it is my favourite song right now. Its called "Never Say Never" by The Fray. It is my favourite band too. Oh not to forget "Love Drunk by Boys Like Girls. They're coming to Malaysia this Saturday for the MTV World Stage with The All American Rejects. But too bad, Trial happened to be between us. There's no way for me to go. Please, please, please, someone download these songs for me. Please, I seriously in need to put these songs as my ringtones to replace Mad. Please, send them to my email, thank you. I'll make it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm watching Jonas right now. And it is AWESOME. Nick looked so cute in it. He had this crush on Penny, he even wrote a wonderful song for her. I actually like the guitar Kevin owned, the white one. It is stylish. Joe, of course, the dork one. Haha, I'll make sure I watch every single episode of them. Its hillarious. Heee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Zodiac Profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Symbol&lt;/b&gt; - The Archer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Element&lt;/b&gt; - Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Planet&lt;/b&gt; - Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Life:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a super kisser. You have a unique sex appeal and are a very romantic lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;More Compatible with&lt;/b&gt; - Gemini, Aries, Leo, Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Less Compatible with&lt;/b&gt; - Cancer, Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qualities Of Sagittarius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-Humored, Optimistic, Independent, Generous, Extrovert, Honest, Logical, Dynamic, Straight-forward, Enthusiastic, Charismatic, Athletic, Intellectual, Philanthropic &amp;amp; Nature-Loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucky Color&lt;/b&gt; - Blue or Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucky Stone&lt;/b&gt; - Turquoise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucky Day&lt;/b&gt; -  Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucky Number&lt;/b&gt; - Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucky Metal&lt;/b&gt; - Tin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gotta go. Geography is waiting. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-5419456893426680691?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/5419456893426680691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/84th-dont-let-me-go.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5419456893426680691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5419456893426680691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/84th-dont-let-me-go.html' title='84th; Don&apos;t Let Me Go.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sn5OGHkY1fI/AAAAAAAAAq4/T6nfL-p2Mlo/s72-c/summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-2315501124212358963</id><published>2009-08-07T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:56:30.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>83rd; Not A Pretty Picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sn0Gm604M0I/AAAAAAAAAqw/ipFcErOBmeM/s1600-h/outloveisperfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sn0Gm604M0I/AAAAAAAAAqw/ipFcErOBmeM/s320/outloveisperfect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367453596591338306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish we will stay like this forever but I am so foolish to think it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I don;t have the mood to blog right now but what the hell. I went to school yesterday and guess what, I was early. I even had time to sit and chat with Alyea, Adie, Adeeba and Nad. Usually, I came to find students already lined up and ready to sing. I end up walking to my class foolishly. Oh, Nina has a new haircut. It does look good on her, trust me. She looked younger. Haha. :) I spent the day laughing with her, Alyea, Fatin and Adeeba. It was a good day. Oh not to forget, Nina bought me a hazelnut chocolate bar, which is my favourite, with 30% dividend. And it cost me A LOT. Hahaa, not that much actually. But I'm gonna pay for it anyway or else she'll come to my house and kill me with a cordless screwdiver. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving. To another room. With yellow walls and not very comfortable bed. Its all because of the kid who thinks he's a superstar. Just because he won the first round of Guitar Hero. Pfft. Now, I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I saw someone yesterday too. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-2315501124212358963?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/2315501124212358963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/83rd-not-pretty-picture.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2315501124212358963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2315501124212358963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/83rd-not-pretty-picture.html' title='83rd; Not A Pretty Picture.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sn0Gm604M0I/AAAAAAAAAqw/ipFcErOBmeM/s72-c/outloveisperfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-4805381278991631398</id><published>2009-08-05T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:49:19.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>82nd; Save Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Snk5q1zaH8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/GCaE1Jtesxg/s1600-h/Loveflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Snk5q1zaH8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/GCaE1Jtesxg/s320/Loveflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366383839148646338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It’s a bit late for me to worry about who I fall in love with. But even without the warning, I seem to have managed fairly well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;- Bella Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I'm truly and incredibly in love with Twilight. Edward Cullen too, of course. I don't know why but I can feel something special that attracts me to this movie. And I'm so jealous of Bella Swan. She is the most lucky girl ever to have Edward by her side, everytime. I love the part when Edward came to rescue Bella from the evil vampire *I forgot his name actually* at the ballet studio. But the best part was when they first met each other. That was the most romantic way of starting a friendship ever. Oh and Kristen is too pretty, too. I wish I can be her :/ Okay, enough of Twilight. Well, I think I can't get enough of it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished studying Sejarah. Thank God. I did some exercises and got B for most of it. Hehe, too much of studying heh? I told you, I can't concentrate. Kept thinking about my future-boyfriend-to-be. Pfft, like its gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is out with the boys to buy Raya clothes. But poor Hanim, she's stuck with me for the rest of the day. She was quarantined for having a few of the H1N1 symptoms. She kept asking me to make her a jewel box, well, its a box where you put all of your jewellery. Duhh. Its a princess thingy from the book that she bought months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Gossip Girl last night and man, Dan Humphrey is so freaking hot. Haha, I never realized the hotness in him before. Nate is always the cute one, always. Chuck, I never did like him. He always wear this vintage outfit that for me make him look all nerdy. No offense, but vintage on a guy? Come on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-4805381278991631398?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/4805381278991631398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/82nd-save-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4805381278991631398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4805381278991631398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/82nd-save-me.html' title='82nd; Save Me.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Snk5q1zaH8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/GCaE1Jtesxg/s72-c/Loveflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-2041213315791463815</id><published>2009-08-03T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:08:08.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>81st; Competing Against Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sna16WdAUCI/AAAAAAAAAqg/4gX8EgLhos4/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sna16WdAUCI/AAAAAAAAAqg/4gX8EgLhos4/s320/twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365676020122800162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Amy Bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I have never been a big fan of Robert Pattinson before but I do love the way he looks at Kristen Stewart in Twilight. Like in the picture up there. So cute and romantic isn't it? Btw, I'm watching Twilight on Youtube right now. I know, I know, its a bit too late for that and besides, New Moon is coming up soon. But I can't help it. I'm too desperate for Edward Cullen. Haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Yasmin Ahmad is not here with us anymore. I've been loving every single movie that she made. She was an incredible and talented indie director. There's no doubt of it. May you rest in peace. God bless you. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, we're going to face Trials next week and I am soo not ready for it. I've been reading the same page on my Sejarah's revision book for the past four minutes. Trust me, its not easy. I can't get my head to concentrate on my study. Yet, there's so much to do in such a short time. I have to finish at least five of my exercise books within one week. I honestly think I can't. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, between study and stressing my mind, I even made time for playing games. I'm addicted to this game called Family Fued. Its a game where you have to guess the answers of a question they gave you. The answers are taken from a survey they've been doing to 100 people. It is seriously addictive. You can't just get enough of it. I know I can't. :) &lt;a href="http://www.games.com/game-play/family-feud/single"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to play. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-2041213315791463815?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/2041213315791463815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/81st-competing-against-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2041213315791463815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2041213315791463815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/81st-competing-against-time.html' title='81st; Competing Against Time.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sna16WdAUCI/AAAAAAAAAqg/4gX8EgLhos4/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-6755601240019636492</id><published>2009-08-02T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T08:12:58.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>80th; Perfectly Clear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SnWdtXbDgaI/AAAAAAAAAqY/PdYPBZYrL2E/s1600-h/140798_200x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SnWdtXbDgaI/AAAAAAAAAqY/PdYPBZYrL2E/s320/140798_200x200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365367933788979618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love quotes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I eat too much I can't barely breathe. Haha. You know, lately I've been eating like there's no tomorrow. Not in school though, only when I'm at home. -_______________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word, Facebook is awesome. I've spent a total of three hours just to take the quizzes in fb. It is really darn addictive. Haha. I'm still on MySpace but its getting real boring so, nahh. And oh, I've deleted my Twitter account too. I think Twitter is just a waste of time. And I can't even upload any picture in it. So, buhbye Twitter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't talk to strangers. Seriously, I don't. I get scared when an unknown person come up right to me and started talking to me. It just felt awkward and scary. Like this one person from Canada, he added me on Facebook and MSN. We started chatting. All of sudden, he asked me to invite him on my webcam. I was like, why? He said, he just want to see me for a minute. I started to panic and asked Adeeba who was online that time, for help. I never had this kind of experience before. You can say that I'm not good on making friends but I have this weird feeling that this guy doesn't have good intentions towards me. So, yeah whatever :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to miss school already. I miss studying in the Bilik Serbaguna. I miss giving that bitch my evil look. I miss sharing the juiceist gossip with my friends. I miss my favourite spot on the field. I miss talking to Alyea. I miss getting scolded by Nina. I miss playing around with Nasuha and Adeeba. I miss playing the old piano in the BS. And I'm getting good at it. Haha, bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-6755601240019636492?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/6755601240019636492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/80th-perfectly-clear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6755601240019636492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6755601240019636492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/08/80th-perfectly-clear.html' title='80th; Perfectly Clear.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SnWdtXbDgaI/AAAAAAAAAqY/PdYPBZYrL2E/s72-c/140798_200x200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-8064564280397026524</id><published>2009-07-30T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:26:12.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>79th; A Girl From The Past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SnJ_UJ5ZC1I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/mDHUtjoG-xM/s1600-h/alia+athirah+halimy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SnJ_UJ5ZC1I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/mDHUtjoG-xM/s320/alia+athirah+halimy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364490090382429010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She will never be my past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 15th Birthday, Alia Athirah Halimy! She's the girl in blue sweater. I love you and I miss you. So damn much. Have fun on your birthday ya. Stay pretty, and keep that long hair of yours. You know, I'm jealous of you because of that. When you're in Malaysia, give me a call and we'll have our own sleepover party yeah! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-8064564280397026524?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/8064564280397026524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/79th-girl-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8064564280397026524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8064564280397026524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/79th-girl-from-past.html' title='79th; A Girl From The Past.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SnJ_UJ5ZC1I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/mDHUtjoG-xM/s72-c/alia+athirah+halimy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-322744956425366953</id><published>2009-07-30T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T07:26:03.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>78th; Endless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SnGkS83x9zI/AAAAAAAAAqI/-mYwgb9d1Nw/s1600-h/10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SnGkS83x9zI/AAAAAAAAAqI/-mYwgb9d1Nw/s320/10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364249276659660594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thus nature has no love for solitude, and always leans, as it were, on some support; and the sweetest support is found in the most intimate friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Cicero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi. SBU is closed regarding Influenza A H1N1 starting from this moment till 6th August 2009. I heard that there're five students in AKSB got affected by it. So as a safety precaution, they had to close the whole school immediately. And how cool is that? I mean, a whole week without having to wake up early in the morning and rushing here and there. A whole week without seeing him. Haa, what a relief. I'm truly overjoyed with this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, remember what I said about being a better person. I tried to be nice with this girl in my class. I am actually got intimidated by her since last year but when I see her sitting alone in the back of the class, I had this sympathy feeling for her. I don't know why. Then, I started talking to her and realized that she's not really a bad person. So much of judging a book by its cover. So from now on, I'll try and be nice to her despite the fact that she often stares at me with a certain look that gives me nightmare. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh. Tomorrow is my long-lost friend's birthday, Alia Athirah Halimy. Since she likes my blog so much, I'll give her a special post tomorrow, first in the morning. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know, I can't help but feel that this thing will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-322744956425366953?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/322744956425366953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/78th-endless.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/322744956425366953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/322744956425366953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/78th-endless.html' title='78th; Endless.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SnGkS83x9zI/AAAAAAAAAqI/-mYwgb9d1Nw/s72-c/10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-1681822720888509945</id><published>2009-07-29T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:12:23.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>77th; Changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SnAODAT30AI/AAAAAAAAAp4/IIDwfEW9dWQ/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SnAODAT30AI/AAAAAAAAAp4/IIDwfEW9dWQ/s320/girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363802600984006658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bye is a magic word. He said it twice. Isn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'t this suppose to mean something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I'm hungry and tired. But I can't hardly fall to sleep. And my annoying little sister is crying over some marker pens. -___- Ouch, my arm is hurting me. Thanks to the Titanus/Rubella  injection, I can't move my arm. Well, I can actually. But it hurts, you know? Blahh, I know I'm crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word, Latihan Intensif sucks, big time. I hate the timetable that they arranged. Its boring and dull. I hate being in the Bilik Serbaguna. I hate that Form 1 girl for making evil eye contact with me. Pergh, she thinks she's so good is it? Belah la kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fow two straight days, I've been spending my time hanging out at the field behind our surau. Yesterday, I spent a great evening with Alyea, talking about almost everything. And its very relaxing. With the incredibly nice green scenery, with the best friend by my side and a free match, there's nothing else I can wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SnARfYliAZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/OwXxpxZ07tg/s1600-h/DSC01741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SnARfYliAZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/OwXxpxZ07tg/s320/DSC01741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363806387071746450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy Birthday to my cutest little brother,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Aqil Rashidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. He's turning six today. So, have a great brithday yeah. Grow up and be the most handsome guy that you wish for. Haha, I'm pretty sure you'll be. Stay cute and anoying because that's what I love about you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-1681822720888509945?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/1681822720888509945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/77th-changes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/1681822720888509945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/1681822720888509945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/77th-changes.html' title='77th; Changes.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SnAODAT30AI/AAAAAAAAAp4/IIDwfEW9dWQ/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-6459026440081841303</id><published>2009-07-26T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:18:34.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>76th; Its Never Too Late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SmxdCwZSQaI/AAAAAAAAApo/zf2jRgyvl8w/s1600-h/3470489433_aef9d1d59f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SmxdCwZSQaI/AAAAAAAAApo/zf2jRgyvl8w/s320/3470489433_aef9d1d59f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362763558223495586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="body"&gt;Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before - it takes something from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Louis L'Amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I just got back from MAS family day at Janda Baik. I tell you, it was no fun. All I did there was watching tv and DVDs. But I did took some pictures to satisfy my photography needs. :) So now, I'm sitting on my favourite red wingchair, trying to figure out words to type. Its never been easy. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna talk about what happened there at Janda Baik. Its too tiring. But I did won second place in a telematch so, bravo me! Haha. Nahh, ignore this one will ya? I'm being goofy all this while. Ask the guy on my right, he knows everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just opened my Facebook account. I've decided to be an active Facebook-er. Its just that I feel guilty for having one and not using it to the max. So, yeah. More Facebook and MSN, and less MySpace. Hows that? I am slightly losing my interest on MySpace. Don't ask me why, I'm not gonna tell you. I have my own reasons for that and I will keep that to myself. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-6459026440081841303?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/6459026440081841303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/76th-its-never-too-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6459026440081841303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6459026440081841303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/76th-its-never-too-late.html' title='76th; Its Never Too Late.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SmxdCwZSQaI/AAAAAAAAApo/zf2jRgyvl8w/s72-c/3470489433_aef9d1d59f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-5332542979423576753</id><published>2009-07-24T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:23:01.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>75th; I Knew It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SmmOWRQG5mI/AAAAAAAAApg/RXnM_5N5qcU/s1600-h/259.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SmmOWRQG5mI/AAAAAAAAApg/RXnM_5N5qcU/s320/259.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361973344600516194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Forgiveness is a funny thing. It warms the heart and cools the sting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-William A. Ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello. Its been a week since I last updated right? Haha, its not that I don't want to, its just that I have a lot to think about lately so, I don't have time to fit in this blogging activity. But no matter what, don't worry I'll update it sooner or later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be true, I have so much to tell about what's going on with my life for the past five days. But, somehow I can't recall them all. I just write what I had in mind, okay? First, thank you, you for making things simpler. I really appreciate it. Second, Trials is in about three weeks away and I really really need to study. :/ Third, 3 Berdikari might have to exchange classes with 2 Dedikasi.  Man, if it is true, we have to drag our butts to the third floor every morning. I don't think I can survive that. Fourth, I realized that I listened to country and jazz music more than other music. Maybe its because of Taylor Swift kot that makes me fall in love with country music. Hehe :) Fifth, I want my own acoustic guitar. And a tutor please. I've told that for many times already right? Sixth, I want my own private jet so that I can go anywhere I want whenever I want. Seventh, I'm tired of people, trying to please them and not to hurt their feelings. But do they even care about it? I don't think so. But I guess, I kinda deserve it right? Yeah sure. :/Eigth, we just got the timetable for our Latihan Intensif. Our class is paired up with 3 Dedikasi. Yeay, Adie's class. But the problem is, we have to sit in the oh-so-not-awesome-yet-disgusting Bengkel Paip for the whole day. And 3 Amanah with 3 Cemerlang gets the Bilik Pameran all to themselves. So unfair. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, sorry to Ghadys, Bihah and 'Ain for letting them down about our plan to go to TS this Saturday. MAS has this family day at Janda Baik and dad had paid a aweful lot of money for that, so sorry yeah? Next time, I'll belanja you guys bowling at Bukit Kiara, after PMR laa. Haha, how's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-5332542979423576753?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/5332542979423576753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/75th-i-knew-it.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5332542979423576753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5332542979423576753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/75th-i-knew-it.html' title='75th; I Knew It.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SmmOWRQG5mI/AAAAAAAAApg/RXnM_5N5qcU/s72-c/259.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-172368338542076452</id><published>2009-07-18T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:56:02.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>74th; Go On Girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SmKtTevhzpI/AAAAAAAAApY/3MhtUVdpV7U/s1600-h/24ymrgl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SmKtTevhzpI/AAAAAAAAApY/3MhtUVdpV7U/s320/24ymrgl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360037056705842834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;-Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello. Manchester United are in town! They're here for a friendly match. Too bad I didn't go. But my oh-so-lucky-but-annoying brother did. I am so jealous. Haha, never mind. My dad told me maybe he could get couple of tickets to watch tomorrow's match. Just maybe. I'm not sure yet. Anyway, the first goal for MU was from Rooney, then Nani scored one goal just four minutes after Rooney did. But don't underestimate our own team as Mohd Amri Yahya scored two goals on the 44th and 52nd minute to tie them up. Ferguson immediatly makes four substitutions including bringing in Owen to replace Rooney. The winning goal was from Owen, that's why he is my new favourite player. Hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Michael Jackson, You Are Not Alone. Did you know MJ had sing a song entitled Give Thanks To Allah. I just heard it and it is definitely his voice I hear. So the rumour of he joining Islam is true after all. Oh well, may God bless him. My parents are gone to Bukit Kiara for some massaging. I intended to go there as I  miss bowling so much but, Aqil and Hanim want to go for a swim. So, I have to look after them. Malas punya pasal, I decided to not going. In fact, I'm going to bake some brownies alone after this. Its gonna be much fun then sitting by the poolside, waiting like an idiot right? I miss baking too. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-172368338542076452?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/172368338542076452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/74th-go-on-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/172368338542076452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/172368338542076452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/74th-go-on-girl.html' title='74th; Go On Girl.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SmKtTevhzpI/AAAAAAAAApY/3MhtUVdpV7U/s72-c/24ymrgl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-7382309965207407128</id><published>2009-07-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:19:53.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>73rd; Is This Call Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SmCSYFe1ItI/AAAAAAAAApQ/MgdoTzuWhdk/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SmCSYFe1ItI/AAAAAAAAApQ/MgdoTzuWhdk/s320/couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359444499056894674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Wish upon a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;-J.R.R Toliken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello. I'm watching Shout Award right now as well as online-ing MSN and Myspace. I am actually waiting for Sean Kingston to perform live on stage. They seem to hide him somewhere and keep us waiting. Now, Joe Flizzow is doing his thing in Bukit Jalil. Gah, I don't really like him. Haha, who cares anyway? Btw, did you see Shirtliff performed on stage together with Pop Shuvit at the beginning of the show? At first, I didn't care about them as Pop Shuvit is never in one of my list. But then, when I saw some familiar moves from the cheerleaders, then I knew that they were there. I am so proud to be a SBU-ian. Haha :) I so love Cheryl Samad's dress. OMG, Sean Kingston is finally here! He is presenting the Flava award, whatsoever. Haha, I thought he will never come. But he did! Haha. Okay, enough with this Shout Award and Sean Kingston. Let's move on to Bunkface, shall we? They just won the Ultimate Shout! Award which is so amazing for a newcomer right? They won three of the main awards, its enough to prove them as the best rockband in Malaysia. I LOVE BUNKFACE! Hehe :) Especially the handsome vocalist, Sam. Wee. Arif's ear is so gonna bleed after this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we as in me, Nina and 'Ain entered the Creative Drama organised by the Library. Its all about acting. We're not so good in acting but what the hell, we had fun. There's only our group and Shakthy's at first. But then, Haziq's group joined us. Them noth groups did very well, better than us, of course. After that, Adie did something very nasty and evil which is why I won't tell you what is it.  Nina and 'Ain helped her while me and Alyea busy with our cubes. Oh, Alyea managed to solve it with a little help of the master, Adie. Oh another thing, Gossip Girl Season 2 is coming soon. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just love the word bye. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-7382309965207407128?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/7382309965207407128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/73rd-is-this-call-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7382309965207407128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7382309965207407128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/73rd-is-this-call-love.html' title='73rd; Is This Call Love?'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SmCSYFe1ItI/AAAAAAAAApQ/MgdoTzuWhdk/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-724327906765204121</id><published>2009-07-16T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:01:38.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>72nd; Enough Dealed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sl8gpGZuCuI/AAAAAAAAApI/IoXccbABgqc/s1600-h/wins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sl8gpGZuCuI/AAAAAAAAApI/IoXccbABgqc/s320/wins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359037972059392738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Love wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom! Hello. I'm here for a quick update before dinner. We entered the Book Hunt competition after Pafa today. We were late for it actually, but we managed to steal time to grab some Roti Telur before headed to the library. At first, I thought we actually gonna win this game. But after we got our second clue, we were dead lost. We couldn't find a book about 'hero/wira'. Even the librarians couldn't find it. Then, Leya and 'Ain overheard something that made us really angry. I won't tell you what's that all about, you have ask them yourself. Maybe not. :) So, we didn't finish the game and left the library with dissapointed hearts. Dillon's group got third place after their marks were deducted for being too noisy. We headed down to the Skylite. By the time I reached the amphiteater, I got this one nasty look from her just because I smiled at her. So much for a friendly start huh? Anyway, Fatin and me got the chance to play ping-pong after sending Nina and Alyea. We had a match between us and the boys team, Faiz and Afiq. After a while, Haziq replaced Afiq. That was a good and 'smooth' match la. I haven't played ping-pong for quite awhile so, I lose my touch. Haha. Then, I sat with them in the skylite, chatting as usual. Before I go back, as I waiting for my brother infront of SKSBU, I saw Fayra. Well, she saw me first. She looked so pretty, I tell you, with her eyeliner on. Haha, I sound like a gay. Oh okay, that's all for today. Gotta go. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My favourite - This Is The Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-724327906765204121?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/724327906765204121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/71st-enough-dealed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/724327906765204121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/724327906765204121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/71st-enough-dealed.html' title='72nd; Enough Dealed.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sl8gpGZuCuI/AAAAAAAAApI/IoXccbABgqc/s72-c/wins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-765171127834234202</id><published>2009-07-15T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:01:26.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>71st; I Can't Do This Anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sl3L3gN_oII/AAAAAAAAApA/BFNBHIvLVHg/s1600-h/490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sl3L3gN_oII/AAAAAAAAApA/BFNBHIvLVHg/s320/490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358663286042632322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take me with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="auth"&gt;-William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello. I just got back from school at 6.45 pm. I felt very tired and sleepy. The reason why is because Adie 'invited' me to be her guest of honour. She with her incredible partners, Emrie and Diyana cooked some Raya dishes for a photo session with a magazine. The other guests were Zunnazirah and 'Ain. They prepared some rendang. We were supposed to pose for the camera but we just kept on laughing. The guys from the magazine were so supportive, they didn't get annoyed or angry with us. Maybe, just maybe the peanut butter cookies that Adie made were so delicious, they just kept quiet. Haha, who knows. And the cookies were absolutely da-bomb! We chilled there for some time while Adie and her dad sent Zun off to her asrama. After that, her dad sent Diyana to her house and me to school. When I got there, my mom was already waiting inside the car. There it goes, my first ever photography session for a magazine. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, I'm joining the Book Hunt organised by the Librarians tomorrow. Thanks to Nina, Alyea and Fatin for putting up my name. At first, I was hesitated in joining it, but for my safety sake I joined it anyway. So, wish me luck eh? Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I really can't do this anymore. I'm backing off. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-765171127834234202?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/765171127834234202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/71th-i-cant-do-this-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/765171127834234202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/765171127834234202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/71th-i-cant-do-this-anymore.html' title='71st; I Can&apos;t Do This Anymore.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sl3L3gN_oII/AAAAAAAAApA/BFNBHIvLVHg/s72-c/490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-7583108341243415993</id><published>2009-07-10T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:07:29.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>70th; Trying To Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlgkJnX60mI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/EsCq-gTpJ-0/s1600-h/08-Dreams-and-Cookies-III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlgkJnX60mI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/EsCq-gTpJ-0/s320/08-Dreams-and-Cookies-III.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357071504363934306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is patient. Love is kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A life without love is no life at all.&lt;br /&gt;- Leonardo DiCaprio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ello. I just took What Your Birth Month Says About You thingy on Facebook. And here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Loyal and generous&lt;br /&gt;* Patriotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Active in games and interactions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Impatient and hasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Ambitious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Influential in organisations&lt;br /&gt;* Fun to be with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Loves to socialise&lt;br /&gt;* Loves praises&lt;br /&gt;* Loves attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Loves to be loved&lt;br /&gt;* Honest and trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;* Not pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Short tempered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Changing personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Not egoistic&lt;br /&gt;* Takes high pride in oneself&lt;br /&gt;* Hates restrictions&lt;br /&gt;* Loves to joke&lt;br /&gt;* Good sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Logical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, remember when I told you about someone in my previous post? Yeah, that someone is in Form 1. She is just a FORM 1, for god sake! On Friday, I saw her and a friend infront of Bilik Serb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aguna. I was with Alyea who was talking with Puan Rohana. I was just listening then, I saw her,  she saw me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o, and then she jeling-ed me. I was like what the hell is with her? I replied with my nasty look and her frien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d beside her just looked at me and back to her. If I had the chance, I would kill her myself. God, I know she likes my friend and tried to impress him and all. But there's no need to make me jealous. FYI, I am so not jealous. Nak tag orang dalam gambar dia laa, buat tu buat ni. I HELL DON'T EVEN CARE! But there's one thing that both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ers me though. Look, I went to Terengganu last holiday. I took some pictures by the beach and some other places. Weird enough, she also has the same picture of her by the same beach and place. Get it? I mean, she's like everywhere. That really freaks me out. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I need new shoes. I am desperately need these shoes below. I am so into wedges and open peep toe right now. Don't get me wrong. I'm not the kind of girl who walks with high heels on everytime. I can't even walk properly on them. But with these babies, I'll make sure I do. Will someone please get them for me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlgumwUQLcI/AAAAAAAAAoY/skAxvPcSGT0/s1600-h/P1140500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlgumwUQLcI/AAAAAAAAAoY/skAxvPcSGT0/s320/P1140500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083000096959938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlgunyPVNII/AAAAAAAAAo4/wJk0mIWgLDg/s1600-h/P1160270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlgunyPVNII/AAAAAAAAAo4/wJk0mIWgLDg/s320/P1160270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083017793057922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlgunlnQTdI/AAAAAAAAAow/xoEal8XRIKw/s1600-h/P1160689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlgunlnQTdI/AAAAAAAAAow/xoEal8XRIKw/s320/P1160689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083014403739090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlgundqLyaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/slRd6zxuBIg/s1600-h/P1020508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlgundqLyaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/slRd6zxuBIg/s320/P1020508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083012268542370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlgunKjUl5I/AAAAAAAAAog/fUJDHEQP4YI/s1600-h/P1160282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlgunKjUl5I/AAAAAAAAAog/fUJDHEQP4YI/s320/P1160282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083007139485586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*Sizzles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-7583108341243415993?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/7583108341243415993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/70th-trying-to-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7583108341243415993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7583108341243415993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/70th-trying-to-love.html' title='70th; Trying To Love.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlgkJnX60mI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/EsCq-gTpJ-0/s72-c/08-Dreams-and-Cookies-III.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-2351287645196054580</id><published>2009-07-10T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:19:03.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>69th; Man In The Mirror.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlcC6KbFkYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Bktg7iN2AA8/s1600-h/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlcC6KbFkYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Bktg7iN2AA8/s320/candles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356753480034128258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the light of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello. I've been staring at this laptop for two hours straight. And yet the person I've been waiting for doesn't showed up. So, before I turned it off, its better to post something and make this blog alive. I'm not gonna say anything about what happened yesterday and today. I have no mood to even think about it. The memories I had with him had blown away. Maybe this is what bothering me since earlier this week. I give up. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move over to the happier part, shall we? Okay, my big brother is currently in Bali right now, enjoying himself. He'll be back by the weekend, I think. Secretly, I took his beloved guitar without his permission. I am desperately in need of a guitar tutor. Seriously. Whenever I heard Taylor or Jason Mraz or even Colbie Caillat songs, I'll imagine myself playing them with my own accoustic guitar. Isn't that nice? My dad had promised me to take me for guitar lessons after PMR. I hope he keeps his promise. That's all for today's post I think. I've been wasting a lot of time on writing long and boring posts all this while. I'll try to make it shorter and simpler. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Pfft, like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; even care. You're accusing me being a copycat while you yourself copied me, a lot. How pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-2351287645196054580?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/2351287645196054580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/69th-man-in-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2351287645196054580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2351287645196054580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/69th-man-in-mirror.html' title='69th; Man In The Mirror.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlcC6KbFkYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Bktg7iN2AA8/s72-c/candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-9102971538945774839</id><published>2009-07-08T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:44:46.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>68th; Go-Go Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlSr2YcHUbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/L6riJ0OP_AA/s1600-h/DSCF2451-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlSr2YcHUbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/L6riJ0OP_AA/s320/DSCF2451-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356094807612019122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish on something magical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I have no mood in writing right now but, I forced myself to update. Here I am. :) Feeling weaker than ever. So, let's begin. We had Geografi and Sejarah today. Geografi was hard so do Sejarah. You know what, I think my grades will be slipping again this Intervensi. First of all, I didn't study. Second, I'm not ready. Third, I didn't and can't focus when I'm studying. Fourth, I think about this particular thing too much that it affect my brain. I don't know what to do, PMR is only three months away. I need more time to prepare myself. Back to the story, I went to Agama class this afternoon and did some exercises as usual. I didn't went to KH class as it was too boring and I need some time alone to think. Went to canteen to buy a drink, then headed to Skylite and sat there for only God knows how long. Ghadys, Haziq, 'Ain, and Aliah came. Ghadys accidentally dropped 'Ain Nabihah's Rubik's cube and it was completely damaged. I tried to piece it up but failed. The gravitational force was too strong for th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to school with tired eyes to face the IntervenSHIT 3, as Nabihah would say. Seriously, I have no idea that we have Intervensi 3 this week till Alyea told me. So, as a general and wise teenager, I didn't do my preparations at all. And the result is, me being clumsy and nervous before, during and after exam time. We had BM, Agama and English. BM paper was super hard, I had a feeling I will not get an A and today my nightmare has been a reality. Agama was okay, I think I can answer all the questions. I do hope I'll get an A. As for English, it was quite okay as there's no objective questions, only summary and novel. After school, I went for Science and Maths. We're late for about 10 minutes for Science but Puan Fara didn't mind. We did some exercise on Question 7 and 8. For Maths, we did Linear Equations, surprisingly I can finally understand the questions and manaed to answer some of them correctly. Maths was okay even though we had the loudest and craziest troop in our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Science, Maths and Kemahiran Hidup. Science was not easy and not hard either. Maths and KH were vice versa. I didn't study a thing for KH so, there's no chance for me to get an A. I deserve that. This day was the most tiring, longest day in my life. I stuck at school till 6.30 pm, doing nothing. The principal decided to have a sudden meeting and called every Form Five's teachers. You know what happens if she gets the microphone in assembly, just imagine what she'll do if she has many teachers to blab at. God, I was really tired and sleepy that time. -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-9102971538945774839?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/9102971538945774839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/68th-go-go-boots_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/9102971538945774839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/9102971538945774839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/68th-go-go-boots_08.html' title='68th; Go-Go Boots'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlSr2YcHUbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/L6riJ0OP_AA/s72-c/DSCF2451-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-5271857847538702220</id><published>2009-07-05T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:35:16.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>67th; The Real Deal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlB-4eKcczI/AAAAAAAAAnw/tMSEQELcdqM/s1600-h/Picture_194%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlB-4eKcczI/AAAAAAAAAnw/tMSEQELcdqM/s320/Picture_194%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354919465578165042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I looked like a retarded nerd. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hola! I watched Star Mighty Minds on tv just now. Its kinda cool, you know, to answer Science and Maths questions and get to be on tv. Haha. Oh, I even tried some otak-otak my mom bought for our guest for the first time ever. It taste like sausages. Seriously, haha. Last time, when I saw any of my family members eating them, I'll imagined myself eating those otak and started to go 'euwww'. But today, I don't know what happened to my taste buds that I dared myself to eat them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Sunday. And I love Sundays. My favourite part is when I read The Sunday Star out in my backyard or in my dining room with a cup of Ice Milo. The moment is just perfect. I have my Ice Milo, The Star and my own quiet freedom all by myself. Sometimes, I'll tune in to Sunday Morning by Maroon 5 for a little extra touch. This is why I prefer Sunday most of the other days. Moreover, my favourite tv show, Ghost is on air every Sunday night. So there are two parts of Sunday I like the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a quick update about what happened this week. So that you won't miss anything form my pathetic little live aiye? On Tuesday, we had the Agama Seminar for all muslims in Form 3. During this period, I was feeling a lot of hatred and annoyed of someone. I can't keep these feeling out of my soul as that person was constantly driving me nuts. I'm not telling who the person is. There's not much to tell about Wednesday and Thursday. On Friday, we had our Cross Country. Me and my partner, Adeeba were very exhausted after that 2 km of running-walking-fastwalking-jogging. Although we didn't win or get any places , but we still very proud of ourselves. After one hour of recess and discussing private matters with Adeeba, we entered our class and learned BM in our sweaty shirts. When the big hand stroke 12.30, we went to the canteen for a grab of delicious waffles. Hang out with 'Ain for awhile, watching Dillon gossiping with Afiq while Arif, tiredly took his short nap. On Saturday, I spent most of the time reading Geography and played The Incredibles on Azim's PS2. Got addicted with Mr. Incredible and his strong arms to break them villains. That's all of the week. Hey, I think I should do this more often, only update my blog every Sunday, describing everything I went through of the week in a short, simple paragraph. Sounds good to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you missed me and my blog since I didn't update anything for last five days, right? Even though I have a lot to say and hell a lot in my mind, but I can't just write it. I mean, when I do, some people will read them and think bad stuff about me. Or even worse, get hurt of what I wrote. Then, more people will hate me, blame me for things that have happened and I really don't want that. I've changed, I've changed into a better person. I want to be the kind of person who everyone can trust, to share problems with, who is friendly and being herself. I want to be perfect for every single person that I met. But I know, there's no such thing as perfect. But though, I've tried to be the person you want. I given up everything to be the person I was. But no matter what I did, you will never satisfied, you ask for more. Everything I do, there's always fault in your eyes. Sometimes I felt like I want to give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-5271857847538702220?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/5271857847538702220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/67th-real-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5271857847538702220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5271857847538702220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/07/67th-real-deal.html' title='67th; The Real Deal.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SlB-4eKcczI/AAAAAAAAAnw/tMSEQELcdqM/s72-c/Picture_194%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-7047317070816317582</id><published>2009-06-29T04:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:32:36.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>66th; The Last Shot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Skij9Cu_dsI/AAAAAAAAAno/k-q63OnI7O4/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Skij9Cu_dsI/AAAAAAAAAno/k-q63OnI7O4/s320/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352708426231150274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Hug me close to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heyy! Its Monday. The least favourite. There's nothing odd happened today at school. The same stuff, Science, homeworks, more homeworks. Oh, I can solved some of the Science questions just now, in class with Adeeba. Electricity is not that hard if you really understood the formulas of current, resistance and voltage. Cheh, I sounded like some kind of freak professor. But, its true. I'll study more about Chapter 7 later laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't attend KH extra class but went to Geography's. KH's class was a bit too crowded with a little space left for us. The class felt very hot too. So, Alyea whom was having a headache went downstairs to Skylite instead. Geo was fine, we had the air conditioner in Computer Lab 1 all to ourselves. Wee. We labeled the map of Malaysia. I had a few mistakes -__- Ignore that last word. Hehe. We even answered two modules of exercise in the web. Here is the website; www.E-Tutor.com.my. Go check it out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Daly insisted me on doing her very own first tag. So, yeah, I'm gonna do it. For my own sake too. So that I won't be shot by her. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Rules and regulation of the tag ; All 21 people must do unless you don't have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;Write the names of 16 friends you can think of in your head.&lt;br /&gt;And then answer the questions, say you're guessing if you don't know, but at least guess on all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alyea&lt;br /&gt;2. Nina&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Ain&lt;br /&gt;4. Adeeba&lt;br /&gt;5. Nasuha&lt;br /&gt;6. Kak Daly ;)&lt;br /&gt;7. Nabila&lt;br /&gt;8. Alia Athirah&lt;br /&gt;9. Adilah&lt;br /&gt;10. Azim&lt;br /&gt;11. Aqil&lt;br /&gt;12. Abang Arif&lt;br /&gt;13. Diyana&lt;br /&gt;14. Fatin&lt;br /&gt;15. Izzati&lt;br /&gt;16. Alia Natasha&lt;br /&gt;17. Fayra&lt;br /&gt;18. Afiq&lt;br /&gt;19. Min&lt;br /&gt;20. Wan&lt;br /&gt;21. Arif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How do you meet 7 ? (Nabila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At school. SBU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you and 15 had never met ? (Izzati)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm, I won't be the same person as I am now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 1 dated ? (Wan &amp;amp; Alyea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, sure! But Alyea has her own *ehem* so do Wan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you seen 17 cried ? (Fayra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would 4 and 16 make a good couple ? (Adeeba &amp;amp; Alia Natasha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, Izzati marah nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;6. Do you think 11 is attractive ? (Aqil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is, veryy. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is 2's favourite colour ? (Nina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um, wait. Is it red? Haha -__-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When was the last time you talked to 9 ? (Adilah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just now. At school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What language does 8 speaks ? (Alia Athirah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hong Kong! And French I guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who is 13 going out with ? (Diyana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, I would like to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Would you ever date 17 ? (Fayra)&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fayra, jomm! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where does 18 live? (Afiq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know. Ask him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the best thing about 4 ? (Adeeba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's multi-talented. &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What would you like to tell 10 right now ? (Azim)&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back home now, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the best thing about 20 ? (Wan)&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Err&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha, tough question there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever kiss 2 ? (Nina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, haram di sisi undang-undang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the best memory you have on 5 ? (Nasuha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, the time she told me a joke about babies. Haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When is the next time you're going to see 4 ? (Adeeba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow, at school. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How is 7 different from 6 ? (Nabila &amp;amp; Daly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha, -___________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is 2 pretty ? (Nina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is always pretty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is your first impression on 15 ? (Izzati)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That she's funny and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;22. How did you meet 3 ? ('Ain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;School. SBU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Is 5 your best friend ? (Nasuha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate 12 ? (Abang Arif)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, I do. :P Haha, sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you seen 18 in the last month ? (Afiq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. When was the last time you saw 16 ? (Alia Natasha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At school just now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you been to 5's house ? (Nasuha)&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. When's the next time u'll see 10 ? (Azim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next weekend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you close to 11 ? (Aqil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, I told everything to him. Like he would understand after all. Yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you been to the movies with 4 ? (Adeeba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, not yet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you gotten into trouble with 18 ? (Afiq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, yeah I guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Would you give 19 a hug ? (Min)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaa, euwww. Taknak. Haram laa. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When have you lied to 3 ? ('Ain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*thinking* I can't remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Is 11 good at socializing ? (Aqil)&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's six. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you know a secret about 8 ? (Alia Athirah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, i guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Describe the relationship between 12 and 18. (Abang Arif &amp;amp; Afiq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, they don't know each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What's the best thing about your friendship with 9 ? (Adilah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can talk to her about anything except for my private life. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Have you ever had a crush on 12 ? (Abang Arif)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoa! NO, no at all. But Nisa do. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. How long have you known 2 ? (Nina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since Form 1. She's in Shirtliff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Does 11 have a girlfriend/boyfriend ? (Aqil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He told me he has someone. LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Have you ever wanted to punch 1 on the face ? (Alyea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahaaa, boleh ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;42. Have 21 meet your parents ? (Arif)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, he sees my mom everyday in school. My dad tak tahu pulak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. How did you meet 11 ? (Aqil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's my brother laa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Did you ever accidentally physically hurt 3 ? ('Ain)&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you live close to 7 ? (Nabila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is 8's favourite food ? (Alia Athirah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alia, what's your favourite food eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What kind of car does 1 have ? (Alyea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Mini Cooper. Haha, in 5 more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;48. Have you traveled anywhere with 9 ? (Adilah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;49. If you give 14 a $100, What would he/she spend it on ? (Fatin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yong Tau Foo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;50 What is so great bout 13 ? (Diyana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's a good girl. I suppose. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-7047317070816317582?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/7047317070816317582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/66th-last-shot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7047317070816317582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7047317070816317582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/66th-last-shot.html' title='66th; The Last Shot.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Skij9Cu_dsI/AAAAAAAAAno/k-q63OnI7O4/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-5952336833078547475</id><published>2009-06-28T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T04:17:39.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>65th; Its Enough To Make Me Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdDFoaaHBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/93LmvU9PUbg/s1600-h/th_295_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdDFoaaHBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/93LmvU9PUbg/s400/th_295_800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352320446179712018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Take me with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I just had my eating-chocolate session. Grr, I want more! From now on, I swear I'm gonna eat at least half a bar of chocolate each day. Fuhh, sounds yummy a lot. Just wait for another month, I'll look like a balloon, a very big one. HAHA. But whatever it is, I LOVE CHOCOLATES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not updating yesterday. I was supposed to but I can't upload the pictures in my camera to the laptop. So what's the point of updating if we don't have pictures to look at right? Well, I don't want that for my oh-so-loyal readers. :) So, now I'm going to post yesterday's pictures that were taken at SMKSBU's most happening and hottest wedding. Hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdIwcwIKZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/aU7vVbR4OS4/s1600-h/DSC02948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdIwcwIKZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/aU7vVbR4OS4/s320/DSC02948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352326679342098834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdIxBibRdI/AAAAAAAAAmw/_AwqcZDuYcE/s1600-h/DSC02952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdIxBibRdI/AAAAAAAAAmw/_AwqcZDuYcE/s320/DSC02952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352326689216742866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En. Azman, the bapa angkat of the bride. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdIw7ggsfI/AAAAAAAAAmo/0CFFMr6v5JQ/s1600-h/DSC02953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdIw7ggsfI/AAAAAAAAAmo/0CFFMr6v5JQ/s320/DSC02953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352326687598096882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bride and groom of the day. You know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdIwnAARuI/AAAAAAAAAmg/PUirjWpOOPY/s1600-h/DSC02945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdIwnAARuI/AAAAAAAAAmg/PUirjWpOOPY/s320/DSC02945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352326682093045474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deedee, my professional photgrapher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdIxfBZAsI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2vRmAqCcSjg/s1600-h/DSC02961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdIxfBZAsI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2vRmAqCcSjg/s320/DSC02961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352326697131246274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tricia, wearing sari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdLZlfRl6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/3lV5KskBuEM/s1600-h/DSC02962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdLZlfRl6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/3lV5KskBuEM/s320/DSC02962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352329585085224866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carissa, looked beautiful in this stunning sari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdLZ_aM1sI/AAAAAAAAAnI/hUevgx1Qcc4/s1600-h/DSC02963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdLZ_aM1sI/AAAAAAAAAnI/hUevgx1Qcc4/s320/DSC02963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352329592043263682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farhana, cheh ala supermodel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdLaLoUWvI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/cX74N42YWrg/s1600-h/DSC02972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdLaLoUWvI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/cX74N42YWrg/s320/DSC02972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352329595323702002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, I promised one of my friend to post this up. Tadaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdLadQbx6I/AAAAAAAAAnY/ydT8EN7NfLg/s1600-h/DSC02978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdLadQbx6I/AAAAAAAAAnY/ydT8EN7NfLg/s320/DSC02978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352329600055363490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Li Lok! Man, I like this guy. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdLasdvKbI/AAAAAAAAAng/NOUJ-_rtOHI/s1600-h/DSC02980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdLasdvKbI/AAAAAAAAAng/NOUJ-_rtOHI/s320/DSC02980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352329604137691570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aliah Najla and Alyea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fuhh, it takes me 30 minutes to post these pictures. Not bad la kan. Hehe. So that was my Saturday. My Sunday is just like any other Sunday. Went to MOH and bought some books. I saw some books that might be interesting to read but I can't just take it. I was afraid if my dad won't let me because of PMR is already in the corner. So, I need to study and do exercises more. But believe me, I won't. Haha. Oh yeah, the highlight of the day is I got myself a new bag. Yeay, I've always wanted a new bag though. Bored with the colour of pink, so I bought a light blue instead. Wee. :) My post shall end here. I want to eat that hazelnut filling chocolate again. Byee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-5952336833078547475?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/5952336833078547475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/65th-its-enough-to-make-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5952336833078547475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5952336833078547475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/65th-its-enough-to-make-me-happy.html' title='65th; Its Enough To Make Me Happy.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkdDFoaaHBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/93LmvU9PUbg/s72-c/th_295_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-8591423167161329462</id><published>2009-06-26T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:44:36.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>64th; Breakdown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkSuXWzHcmI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5mjoExZqa3A/s1600-h/heartss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkSuXWzHcmI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5mjoExZqa3A/s400/heartss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351593973503193698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;It takes one minute to like someone, one hour to love someone but a lifetime to forget someone&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello. We had our Parents Teacher Day today. I had a chance to meet some parents that I heard so much but never get to see their faces.  Lynette was our reception girl of the day. We kacau-ed her a bit too. Fatin, Alyea and Nasuha's parents were the earliest to come. And they too were the earliest to go home :( You know, I think I'd never get the chance to go back home early when these kind of days arrived. Neither of my parents came today, so did last year and the year before. It doesn't bothered me that much by the way. So, to kill time, me and 'Ain went to hang out in 3C. There, I saw Wan's father whom looked so corporate-ish. His face tells it all. But 'Ain said his dad looks so handsome in that kind. HAHA. She said, not me. Then, went to canteen to satisfy our thirsty needs, went back to 3B and replaced Lynette's job. The class was so quiet when we got there. After all of it was over, we headed to Mydin, again with the boys. Stayed there for one hour. By the time I reached school, my mom was waiting inside the car. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I showed my report card that I got from Puan Maziah to her, to be frank, I was dissapointed when she didn't say anything at all. Come on, at least I showed some improvement in my studies right? It won't hurt much if she said something, anything at all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did you heard about Micheal Jackson died today? I was a bit surprised when Fatin told us. I mean, whoa, Micheal Jackson, the King of Pop? He died of a sudden heart attack if I'm not mistaken. He's 50 by the way. May he rest in peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-8591423167161329462?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/8591423167161329462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/64th-breakdown.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8591423167161329462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8591423167161329462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/64th-breakdown.html' title='64th; Breakdown.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkSuXWzHcmI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5mjoExZqa3A/s72-c/heartss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-5784513789615776539</id><published>2009-06-25T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:43:58.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>63rd; Its Not Me, Its You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkOGAUa8OEI/AAAAAAAAAl4/4t0a52Xw4ak/s1600-h/cheese%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkOGAUa8OEI/AAAAAAAAAl4/4t0a52Xw4ak/s400/cheese%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351268122286110786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I can't do this anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello. Its Thursday, I consider it as my lucky day. There's no need to tell you why. Go figure it yourself. Today, I felt my head was going to blow as it spinning round and round and round very fast. I think I'm going to sleep early from now on. No more chatting in the middle of the night. Its for my sake too, PMR is yet three months away and I haven't started a thing. Fuush, thinking of PMR is really freaking me out. Giving me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, I came to school late, as usual. Entered the class to find Alyea and Nina were busy doing their KKS. I helped them, of course. We spent two whole periods of laughing, writing, me being bullied by Nina. She sure enjoyed every minute of it. Gahh. We learned a new subtopic for Science. Suddenly, my fingers were a bit too slow to copy down questions on the board. -__- While recess, as Alyea and me were fasting, we went up to Sir's room and had a chance to use his oh-so-lovely laptop. Had a trouble in printing, so we went to Geografi talk session first in Bilik Pameran before went down. In there, thpse guys on my right were so noisy. I can't give my full concentration so do the others. Then, its Maths period. We learned Linear Inequalities. It was okay, I guess. After that, we went for Agama and had to memorize our Ayat Hafazan. I was so nervous, I can't keep my fingers straight. My Tilawah went well, I guess. There's also some mistakes but its okay. Then, I stayed in Skylite and watched some guys running around for the Amazing Race contest. Congrats to Afiq and Dillon, they won second place, if I'm not mistaken. I finally went back home on 5.30 pm. Last word, I screwed my Sudoku. Hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-5784513789615776539?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/5784513789615776539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/63rd-its-not-me-its-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5784513789615776539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5784513789615776539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/63rd-its-not-me-its-you.html' title='63rd; Its Not Me, Its You.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkOGAUa8OEI/AAAAAAAAAl4/4t0a52Xw4ak/s72-c/cheese%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-4638828833101849060</id><published>2009-06-24T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:25:22.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>62nd; Can You Follow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkIgW-iM8GI/AAAAAAAAAlw/9cICIsfSXn8/s1600-h/ballooncolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkIgW-iM8GI/AAAAAAAAAlw/9cICIsfSXn8/s400/ballooncolor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350874886385234018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to go somewhere and be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey. I was just having my dinner, some chicken murtabak. It were not so yummy but yeah, wth. Had them with my favourite must-have, Ice Milo. Hehe. Back to the main subject. Early in the morning, we had this Ho To Answer English paper talk with Mr. Kishen. Man, I like this guy. Haha, don't get it the wrong way. I like the way he explain things, the way he talk and communicate with students. So, bravo! After that, we went to recess. As I decided not to puasa as I did couple of days before, I bought this jambu from the canteen. It were very hard to chew. I hurt my teeth badly. I swear I'll never touch those jambu ever again. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only learned Geo and Sejarah today, as En. S didn't teach us anything for Sivik. Well, we're the one who didn't want to learn Sivik at the first place. Sadly, Puan A didn't come today. So, we didn't learn BM too. After Sejarah, me and Nina went to canteen to grab some lunch. Had roti telur, again. Then, we went up for the extra class. First, we had Maths with Puan M. She taught us about fractions. Mostly about fractions laa. It was okay. I learn new things to from her. Hehe. Next, Agama. Ustazah I. didn't come so, we hang out, chatted like there's no tomorrow. 45 minutes later, Ustaz S. came up. He asked us about our questions paper bla bla. Looks like he likes the name of Farhana, as he asked her almost about everything. Farhana was super annoyed with him. I just laughed at both of them. So, that's how I spent my Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-4638828833101849060?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/4638828833101849060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/62nd-can-you-follow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4638828833101849060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4638828833101849060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/62nd-can-you-follow.html' title='62nd; Can You Follow?'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkIgW-iM8GI/AAAAAAAAAlw/9cICIsfSXn8/s72-c/ballooncolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-8097331507039313462</id><published>2009-06-23T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:26:51.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>61st; I'm Weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkDIvfBAE_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/-_feVGoO8io/s1600-h/3nature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkDIvfBAE_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/-_feVGoO8io/s400/3nature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350497075421254642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I have a very little time to blog right now. So, I'll try make it simple and quick. On Monday, we had our first extra classes and I went to both of them, Science and BM. It was okay. We had this paper sheet of Water and Solutions, it is in Chapter 5 Form 2 by the way. We did the exercise together, discussed about the answers and everything. So yeah, I can understand Puan F's teaching, it's quite good actually. Bravo! Next up, we moved to another class, Puan A's, she taught us about tatabahasa. We did some exercises and discussed the answers. We laughed a lot then especially when you had these three very funny guys behind you. I forgot their names but it seems I can learn better with they around. Haha, funnily enough. Today is okay, nothing interesting about it. But the fact I got a good position in class is very very lit me up. Not to be proud or anything, but I never had this kind of position since I was in Standard 6 or in Form 1. Really. I don't tell my parents yet about this. I wonder what kind of reaction will I receive this time. A good one, I hope. Cross your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tomorrow is Wednesday! My third favourite day in a week. Hehe :) We got extra classes too. Maths and Agama. I'm thinking of going as my mom has this kursus tomorrow and she'll be there for quite some time. So I'll have to stayback tomorrow. Care enough for teman-ing me? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-8097331507039313462?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/8097331507039313462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/61th-im-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8097331507039313462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8097331507039313462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/61th-im-weird.html' title='61st; I&apos;m Weird.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SkDIvfBAE_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/-_feVGoO8io/s72-c/3nature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-5487478083460197028</id><published>2009-06-21T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:13:01.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>60th; There's More Than This.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sj3iB_TJQJI/AAAAAAAAAlY/hrlUrx8zNpU/s1600-h/painoishthingy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sj3iB_TJQJI/AAAAAAAAAlY/hrlUrx8zNpU/s400/painoishthingy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349680456185495698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My wonderwall. Hey, I like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey. Just yesterday I've changed my blog settings to unprivate, now this kind of things happened. I'm not sure who is this guy/girl, but I'm gonna find out sooner or later. But I think I know who the hell is this person who called me bastard as I recognised the way SHE wrote in her blog. Oh come on. She created a blog just to write how much she hates some people. Like there's no other way. Weel, good for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching What A Girl Wants right now. It has Amanda Bynes in it. You know, the girl in She's The Man. She's pretty with blonde hair. Crap, I was supposed to be doing my KKS right now. The Elemen 3, the essay. I haven't finish that one yet. I'll do it after I blog. It takes just a second to finish. No biggie. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I really want to watch The Last House On The Left. Its on premiere since 18 June. Please, it has Sara Paxton in it. I loved her since I watched Aquamarine. I watched the movie's trailer. Its freaks me out a little bit but nahh, I still gonna watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sj3pgTJSM-I/AAAAAAAAAlg/uOQInSvQ3rc/s1600-h/DSC02191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sj3pgTJSM-I/AAAAAAAAAlg/uOQInSvQ3rc/s400/DSC02191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349688673490318306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Its Father's Day. So, Happy Father's Day to my one and only dad that I love, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mohd Sukri Husin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;. Dad, you're always there when I need you. You give me hope, faith, strength and most important, love. You worked very hard to make sure we live in comfort. I will never ever find a father that is caring and loving more than you do. Happy Father's Day, dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-5487478083460197028?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/5487478083460197028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/59th-theres-more-than-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5487478083460197028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5487478083460197028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/59th-theres-more-than-this.html' title='60th; There&apos;s More Than This.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sj3iB_TJQJI/AAAAAAAAAlY/hrlUrx8zNpU/s72-c/painoishthingy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-1790798805719086791</id><published>2009-06-20T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:43:39.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>59th; A Dream Taken Away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjyMhd-Wq2I/AAAAAAAAAlI/KvOKfDEzlgw/s1600-h/shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjyMhd-Wq2I/AAAAAAAAAlI/KvOKfDEzlgw/s400/shadows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349304964019039074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Everything happens for a reason. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;- Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello fellow readers. Its 3.16 pm and I haven't eat my lunch yet. I'm too busy surfing the Internet and listen to Taylor's voice swinging and passing by my ears. My current favourite artists are Miley cyrus, of course, Taylor Swift, Zee Avi, Ne-yo and Lady Gaga. I can listen to their songs over and over again without puking. You should try it sometimes. Hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Saturday, I already miss my friends. Alyea is not going to online anymore after this Sunday. Aww, Alyea, I'm gonna miss all those MSN chats that I always have with you. Our laughs, our bad sayings at each other, our kisses and hugs, your jokes on MSN. You're the bestest friend one could have. Be strong, be that Alyea whom I know will never give up on anything, who loves Fabregas, who always always keep talking about *ehem* without even thinking about the problems you're facing. I'm sure your dad will understand someday. And I'm sure your beloved guy will regret what he said to you and he'll come back crawling for your forgiveness. Remember, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;he LOVES you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjyRblmTAEI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/49mbt22YPmo/s1600-h/First+day+%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjyRblmTAEI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/49mbt22YPmo/s400/First+day+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349310360544542786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;You lift my feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;You spin me around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;You make me crazier, crazier&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm falling and I am lost in you eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;ihavelovedyousincethefirsttimeisawyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-1790798805719086791?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/1790798805719086791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/59th-dream-taken-away.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/1790798805719086791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/1790798805719086791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/59th-dream-taken-away.html' title='59th; A Dream Taken Away.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjyMhd-Wq2I/AAAAAAAAAlI/KvOKfDEzlgw/s72-c/shadows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-2902755511975701889</id><published>2009-06-19T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:04:37.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>58th; The Ultimate Key.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sjus1lbuabI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rYouLHtSiwU/s1600-h/crazier.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sjus1lbuabI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rYouLHtSiwU/s400/crazier.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349059019014039986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love cures people, both the ones who give and the ones who receive i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;t.&lt;br /&gt;- Karl Menninger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. See the picture up there? Its the song that is played over and over again on my playlist. I am loving this song so much. Hehe. Well, thanks to the person who uploaded it. Thanks eh? Oh yeah, before I went home from school, I've been told there's an anonymous who reads my blog 20 times per minute. Wahh, thats a new record btw, haha. Again, thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I manage to set a new record for myself. 3.40 miuntes on solving Rubik's Cube. Haa, take that! At least its faster than the last time right? Hehe, I'm proud. Well, not that proud. I want to beat Afiq's record. Haha, you'll have to wait for another hmm, a year for that. Will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my blog unprivate again. For no reason in particular. Just feeling like it. I wonder will my parents stalk my blog again like they did last time? Hmm, we'll just see about that. Maybe Puan A. would like to join too, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ain F had a splendid time today, after school. As usual, we makan-makan first at the canteen.  I don't believe I actually gonna say this but, I ate a plate of roti telur + a half plate of roti planta. Hey, you never know when you will be starving like me right? I was so hungry that time so, I didn't think twice before ate those yummy stuff. Oh, Ain's dad was there and I had a quick glimpse of her father. He looks so umm, I don't know, a father? Well, a not-so-garang one la. He was wearing a blue batik shirt on him. No offense eh, but I don't really interested in all these batik stuff. Hehe. We went outside to buy drinks and headed to the skylite. After a while, those boys came and were goofing around like some kind of idiots. Haha, just joking. So after went to 7 E, I went home, jumped on the bed and give my head the rest it needed. That's how I spend my Friday. Oohh, I loove Fridays. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-2902755511975701889?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/2902755511975701889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/58th-ultimate-key.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2902755511975701889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2902755511975701889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/58th-ultimate-key.html' title='58th; The Ultimate Key.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sjus1lbuabI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rYouLHtSiwU/s72-c/crazier.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-7924428535971851338</id><published>2009-06-17T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:18:06.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>56th; Alive At Last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjjqObTNBmI/AAAAAAAAAkY/faxb4jNubTo/s1600-h/miley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjjqObTNBmI/AAAAAAAAAkY/faxb4jNubTo/s400/miley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348282091069834850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Can I have her now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey. Currently feeling the need to delete this pathetic little webblog. Don't you think so? I'm sure you guys get really bored when reading my blog. Oh well, I have to do what I had to do -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just like other days. Nothing special about it. Got notes and more notes to be done ASAP. KKS too. I need to divide my time equally between doing revisions, homeworks, onlining, reading books and many others. But I can't find the right time to do it.  We only have 1440 minutes a day and I waste half of it on doing nothing in particular. I need a quick wake-up call because we have another four months before PMR. That is really freaky. Time do flies fast. Lets not talk about homeworks, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating again. Not junk food, I'm eating chocolate. Lots of it. Hey, chocolate is not a junk food okay? It has many useful substances in it. Well, I'm not sure of many but there is. Ask Adeeba, the pro. Or Daly, my prof. They know everything. Hehe. But truth to be told, I do get addicted to chocolates. I just can't have enough of it. Oh and chewing gums too. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said I can solved the Rubik's Cube? Well, I can solve it but it takes time. Too much actually. Just now, in school, I was trying to prove that I can do well on solving it but I took 7 minutes to finish the entire cube. How shocking isn't it? Haha, well it was my first try to record my time taken but Ain F beat me with her time, 3 minutes. HAHA. You can laugh now, go ahead,  I won't chase you. Min did his with 2 minutes time while Afiq did it in 1.51 minute. I was the last, yeah I know. But I promise you, Min, aku boleh buat lagi bagus laa. Tengok la nanti. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-7924428535971851338?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/7924428535971851338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/55th-remainder-of-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7924428535971851338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7924428535971851338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/55th-remainder-of-story.html' title='56th; Alive At Last.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjjqObTNBmI/AAAAAAAAAkY/faxb4jNubTo/s72-c/miley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-546237207020212066</id><published>2009-06-16T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:17:45.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>55th; The Turkey Boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjeU73cXJ2I/AAAAAAAAAkI/unTANvTtUQA/s1600-h/balloon..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjeU73cXJ2I/AAAAAAAAAkI/unTANvTtUQA/s400/balloon..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347906838741854050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You spin my head right round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey. Sorry for not updating. I didn't have anything to write about. Well, maybe I do. I think I'm getting fatter. Seriously, I eat too much now. Take today for example. I eat two sandwiches for breakfast early in the morning. Then, I didn't buy anything for recess. After school, I was supposed to meet up with Ain F to go have our lunch at Mydin. But she didn't show up at all. I was getting bored then, I took a walk around SBU. Finally, I decided to go with Adie and gang to Bilik Masakan. After a while, we went to canteen to search for some food but there's nothing that attracts me at all. So, they went to find Puan Suziana while I went up to the library to find Ain. Then, guess what she's doing for who-knows-how-long-I've-been-waiting-for-her at the library? She's studying Science (or maybe Maths) with someone whom I shall not say here. I felt so betrayed, haha not so laa. I forgived her because she's a human too. And for some other reasons. So, I went up again to Bilik Masakan and helped the cooks wannabe. They as in Adie, Emrie and Diyana. They prepared Briyani Rice which is my favourite, FYI. They did pretty well but the rice wasn't well-cooked yet. Maybe because of the lack of water. Yeah, definitely. But it was good. So bravo! I'll maybe joining them again for their next practice hehe. Free food weh, who doesn't want that right? Then, I went back home and eat nothing. I was starving of course but something stopped me from eating. When its about time for dinner, I rushed down into the kitchen and searched for any food I can find. I didn't eat the ones my maid cooked because I didn't have the appetite to eat rice. I end up eating bread with Milo. How sad is that? But it was really good. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I'm so far satisfied with my marks except for Maths, of course. I'm not exaggerating news again eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-546237207020212066?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/546237207020212066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/54th-turkey-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/546237207020212066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/546237207020212066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/54th-turkey-boy.html' title='55th; The Turkey Boy.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjeU73cXJ2I/AAAAAAAAAkI/unTANvTtUQA/s72-c/balloon..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-5723513203381719246</id><published>2009-06-12T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:17:27.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>54th; Impossible Way Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjM2AgXkIAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ovMBKzQmkKw/s1600-h/haha.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjM2AgXkIAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ovMBKzQmkKw/s320/haha.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346676564935581698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love pink. Do you have any problem with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello :) I finally know how to printscreen this one up there. I asked Nina once about this and she tried to explain but I still don't get it. But now, tarraaaa! Haha. I am once again so proud of myself. Wee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one more thing, dear bloggers out there, do please update your blog often, will ya? I'm getting bored of reading and updating stupid stuff in my own blog. Please, I'm begging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I said I post up stupid stuff, I mean it. And here's my list of personal favourite blogs. Check it out;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Azura Abrar 's&lt;br /&gt; - I don't have to explain why I love her blog, right? She's the best blogger ever! But, Azura please update more often eh? Boring laa macam ni.&lt;br /&gt;2) Alyea Aziz 's&lt;br /&gt; - There's news about her *ehem ehem* So, yeah. Haha&lt;br /&gt;3) Nina Merlissa's&lt;br /&gt; - Nina's posts are very long to read but there's a lot of humour. So I laugh every time I can. :)&lt;br /&gt;4) Fatin Nabihah's&lt;br /&gt; - I don't know her very well but, I love reading her blogs because she talks about Miley often.So, everytime I read the blog, I can find out more about Miley. Hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;5) Trishala's&lt;br /&gt; - Her blog has the longest list of links I've ever seen, so everytime I visit her blog, I have the connection to other blogs as well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;6) Daly's&lt;br /&gt; - Her blog is the most fanciest of all. There's a lot of pictures, song covers that are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So, there you go. The top six. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Btw, I read the Star just now. And guess what, Cristiano Ronaldo is dating Paris Hilton! Yes, the most expensive footballer in the world is dating that bitch. Haha, Paris was seen dating Ronaldo 24 hours after dumping her ex, the baseball player. I don't know what's his name. But what do Ronaldo sees in that bitch? She is rich and pretty too but I rather die than dating Paris. Wanna know why? Ask yourself first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-5723513203381719246?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/5723513203381719246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/55th-impossible-way-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5723513203381719246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5723513203381719246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/55th-impossible-way-out.html' title='54th; Impossible Way Out.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjM2AgXkIAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ovMBKzQmkKw/s72-c/haha.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-5755307288760874424</id><published>2009-06-10T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:16:13.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>53rd; I Always Have You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjIEdogH1kI/AAAAAAAAAjA/1sWq8nBRRXk/s1600-h/First+day+%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjIEdogH1kI/AAAAAAAAAjA/1sWq8nBRRXk/s200/First+day+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346340614777067074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjIEdXsC7hI/AAAAAAAAAi4/v3C-adqNvoU/s1600-h/First+day+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjIEdXsC7hI/AAAAAAAAAi4/v3C-adqNvoU/s200/First+day+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346340610263674386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjCl2i4zGPI/AAAAAAAAAiI/HkqHDzgkH5w/s1600-h/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjCl2i4zGPI/AAAAAAAAAiI/HkqHDzgkH5w/s200/DSC01234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345955114185332978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjCl3DsWnVI/AAAAAAAAAiY/gvuP0E6O1qg/s1600-h/DSC02332.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjCl3DsWnVI/AAAAAAAAAiY/gvuP0E6O1qg/s1600-h/DSC02332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjCl3DsWnVI/AAAAAAAAAiY/gvuP0E6O1qg/s200/DSC02332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345955122991504722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjIDSbAK1_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/Jz_ytwv3erg/s1600-h/kak+daly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjIDSbAK1_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/Jz_ytwv3erg/s200/kak+daly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346339322663196658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjIE4CadYiI/AAAAAAAAAjI/f_mDU9Z7qjw/s1600-h/Pafa+%2816%29.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjIE4CadYiI/AAAAAAAAAjI/f_mDU9Z7qjw/s200/Pafa+%2816%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346341068409233954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjCl3DsWnVI/AAAAAAAAAiY/gvuP0E6O1qg/s1600-h/DSC02332.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;                                                  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjCl22wwHQI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/yreyWD7Yqaw/s1600-h/DSC02364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjCl22wwHQI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/yreyWD7Yqaw/s200/DSC02364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345955119520292098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjIE4CadYiI/AAAAAAAAAjI/f_mDU9Z7qjw/s1600-h/Pafa+%2816%29.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjIDSOp2w1I/AAAAAAAAAio/OS3mHIQFGus/s1600-h/Choir+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjIDSOp2w1I/AAAAAAAAAio/OS3mHIQFGus/s200/Choir+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346339319348380498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss these guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey. I just watched my mom's favourite tv show, A Good Old Days. It was okay. My mom was so focused on the show that she totally ignored me. Haha. Well, good for her. She finally made time to watch the tv box at last. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss these guys up there. I miss Nabila who is in somewhere around the world right now. Hope she's happy with whoever she met out there. I miss Kak Daly too, my only one professor. She's pretty and very talented too! She can play guitar, piano, you name it. She made some songs cover then she sent it to me. I immediately fall in love with the song. And her voice, of course. Haa, another pretty girl. Alyea, whom is busy doing her Pandu Puteri log books. She completely ignored my calls because of that Pandu Puteri thingy. No worries, Leya, I still love you. Ninaaa! That tall and pretty princess, I missed you la Maharaja. Haha, the Voice SMS that we did yesterday were awesome. Buat lagi nak? Haha. Adeeba and Nasuha, my two lovely classmates who would be there for me all the time. I miss you two. Nanti kita bergossip lagi bila buka sekolah eh? Haha :) Ain F, who is happy with her life right now. Don't wait too long, just keep chasing your dream yeah? I'm sure awak dapat punya la. And Fatin, the cute little probate! Haha, I miss you too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh listen to my new song, up there, right corner. Yeah, that one. Its Miley together with her dad.&lt;br /&gt;The song is awesome. Go and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Caterpillar in the tree,&lt;br /&gt;How you wonder you'd be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-5755307288760874424?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/5755307288760874424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/52th-i-always-have-you.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5755307288760874424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5755307288760874424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/52th-i-always-have-you.html' title='53rd; I Always Have You.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SjIEdogH1kI/AAAAAAAAAjA/1sWq8nBRRXk/s72-c/First+day+%2813%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-4358147746948918320</id><published>2009-06-09T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:16:43.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>52nd; I'm Not Perfect, So Do You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Si6TZNUfqeI/AAAAAAAAAhw/TW0FHU8-KNU/s1600-h/DSC02769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Si6TZNUfqeI/AAAAAAAAAhw/TW0FHU8-KNU/s400/DSC02769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345371869016992226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got this from my favourite mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm watching Taylor S's in Youtube right now. She is the guest star in one of the episodes. Go and watch it. She looks pretty as usual. Someone was jealous of her beautyness, I can tell. Haha, just kidding. She acts pretty well in CSI. I just love her hair. But my hair is better, haha. Again, just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, in my previous post, about my success in solving Rubik's Cube, I'm not exageratting news eh, I was just simply wrote what I had in mind. And it is true. Hey, this is what blogs are here. To write whatever happens in life. So, if you can't except it, don't read my blog. Simple as that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's five more days till school reopens. The time flies so fast aite? I wish I had more time and more holidays. More, more and more. Enough of that, let's talk about hmm, let's see, ahaa! Homeworks! Hahaha, believe it or not, me doing KKS. I have typed in all my KKS except for Hasil Kajian. That includes the cover page, objective and so on. As the hasil kajian, we need to write it down ourselves in paper so, more work should be done. I tried doing it just now, I just couldn't squeeze the informations I got into a paper. I don't know, I'll try again tomorrow. I mean today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 1.54 in the morning. I still couldn't sleep. Its been three days that I stayed up late, chatting and updating blog. Call me crazy, I know. Its just I got addicted to chatting in the middle of the night. No people around, quiet and dark surrounding. It sounds freaky but I found it calming in a way. Haha. Now do call me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I end this post, I really am dislike this particular guy. I ignored him last time, because he freaked me out by his way of starting a friendship. But now, as my friends told me to try be friend with him, I did. I even added him on MySpace. I blocked him before, FYI. So, after all my kind work, haha, he started to leave me these freaky, annoying comments on MySpace. At first, I didn't mind. But since I signed in just now, I had this one comment that say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt; Not in a romantic kind of way, but in a again, freaky kind of way. I go euwwwwwwwwwww all the time, and ask Alyea, she knows all about it. Right, Leya? Haha, I really hope he would stop this kind of nonsense if he wants to be my friend. If he doesn't, only God knows what am I going to do with it. Signing off. Byee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-4358147746948918320?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/4358147746948918320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/51st-im-not-perfect-so-do-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4358147746948918320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4358147746948918320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/51st-im-not-perfect-so-do-you.html' title='52nd; I&apos;m Not Perfect, So Do You.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Si6TZNUfqeI/AAAAAAAAAhw/TW0FHU8-KNU/s72-c/DSC02769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-2092018479876130525</id><published>2009-06-08T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:16:30.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>51st; Satisfication.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Si0jtZiDrSI/AAAAAAAAAho/BVdWDMoktDU/s1600-h/DSC02755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Si0jtZiDrSI/AAAAAAAAAho/BVdWDMoktDU/s400/DSC02755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344967595613465890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I did it. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I finally solved the Rubik's Cube after two days struggling. Thanks to Ain F and Ehsan for ajar-ing me. Poor Ehsan, he was really under pressure to teach me because I forced him to. Hehe :) But he's a good tutor and really is a genius. He even fixed my broken lamp and the bike. :0 That's all for today. I'll see you tomorrow, I guess. Bye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Min, aku dah boleh buat. Kau bila lagi? Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-2092018479876130525?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/2092018479876130525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/51th-satisfication.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2092018479876130525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2092018479876130525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/51th-satisfication.html' title='51st; Satisfication.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Si0jtZiDrSI/AAAAAAAAAho/BVdWDMoktDU/s72-c/DSC02755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-4346362322892384924</id><published>2009-06-08T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:29:18.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50th; My Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Si0Y6lsseZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/_xV6dtE_B8Q/s1600-h/DSC02602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Si0Y6lsseZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/_xV6dtE_B8Q/s400/DSC02602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344955727589702034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My holiday time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ello guys. Its been a longg time since I last blogged, right? Haha, missed me? I know you do. Okay, I've been away for a week and now I'm back hunting you till death. Sounds scary enough? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful week of holidays and relaxation. I was satisfied with it so far. Went to Kuantan to visit Illy and her family, then to Terengganu and got to spend time on a beach. Weee. I just love the beaches. It is so relaxing and you know what I mean. Then went all the way back to kampung. Cik Su's house. They finally decided to repair their toilet. Finally. I've been waiting for this moment so long, thank God. Hahaa. There's not much to say about my vacation because its not really is one. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-4346362322892384924?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/4346362322892384924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/50th-my-imagination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4346362322892384924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4346362322892384924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/50th-my-imagination.html' title='50th; My Imagination'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Si0Y6lsseZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/_xV6dtE_B8Q/s72-c/DSC02602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-4473739761657575840</id><published>2009-06-07T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:54:08.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>49th; Loves,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'M BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in KL now. Will be updating soon. Just wait yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-4473739761657575840?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/4473739761657575840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/49th-loves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4473739761657575840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4473739761657575840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/06/49th-loves.html' title='49th; Loves,'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-4758172740223104784</id><published>2009-05-31T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:20:01.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>47th; No Boundaries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SiKNWHRZVII/AAAAAAAAAgw/Ak9PgN0nldA/s1600-h/DSC02207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SiKNWHRZVII/AAAAAAAAAgw/Ak9PgN0nldA/s400/DSC02207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341987519063479426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start crapping about whatever shit, let me begin with this. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAPPY 20th ANNIVESARY Mama and Abah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You've been together for 20 years already. Whoa, that was a really long time. And I'm glad you did. May all the love and happiness be with you forever. I love you guys. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SiKP5AESeeI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1ho6KgOhBh4/s1600-h/LOVE-60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SiKP5AESeeI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1ho6KgOhBh4/s400/LOVE-60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341990317448133090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is a big word, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the real post. Hello :) I'm just finish helping my mom clearing things out. We had a 'makan-makan' party just now to celebrate my parents annivesary. Man, it was really tiring. I helped my mom to organise the table for them to eat, the food and of course I'm the photographer of the day. First, we took the food from my neighbour's house. She made the delicious and tempting Nasi Goreng Kampung, Ayam Goreng Berempah, Macaroni Cheese and Mushroom Soup with Garlic Bread. Yummm. And then, wipe all the spoons, forks, plates and glasses. As my sister was in a school camp, I was forced by my mom to sweep and clean my room. But lucky me, I didn't do it, my maid did. Haha, thanks anyway, kak. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so by the clock hits 6.15pm, the guests has arrived. At first, I thought they will only be around 10 people, but it turns out to be more than 2o. Fuhh, my house get really crowded. Then, they all attack the dining table like cavemens. Haha, no offense eh people. But the thing is, I am still feeling dizzy and my muscle cramp like hell you know. I need a spa vacation or something. Like pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I crawl in my bed like a baby, I want to tell that I'll be away for um, 5-6 days starting from tomorrow. I'll be promoting Cuti-cuti Malaysia campaign as Muhaimin would say. So yeah. Byee. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another thing, if you tried to reach me through my cell and can't, I am so sorry. My cellphone being a bitch lately, the battery is always dead. I need a new one, like pronto again, please! Someone get me an iPhone, will ya? Hehe. Kak Daly, as my professor, I know you will. Pleasee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-4758172740223104784?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/4758172740223104784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/47th-no-boundaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4758172740223104784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4758172740223104784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/47th-no-boundaries.html' title='47th; No Boundaries.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SiKNWHRZVII/AAAAAAAAAgw/Ak9PgN0nldA/s72-c/DSC02207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-4565918892981481026</id><published>2009-05-29T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:12:28.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>46th; I Had Enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SiDKMtvP-cI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mzmPTI3R6N8/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SiDKMtvP-cI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mzmPTI3R6N8/s400/hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341491477846424002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You have my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Hana is stupid. Hana is so stupid. Hana is dumb. Hana is so dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. I'm feeling hopeless. I wanted to go to VI carnival but you already know the answer from my mom. She said no. I wasn't surprised at all. But if only my mom understands what a teenager like me need to go out and socialize with friends. Its not like I'm going to wild parties or clubbing like mad drunk idiots. No offense eh. But I just wish one day she'll let me do whatever I want and not going to make that face and go blabbing about how I should stay at home, studying or doing homeworks. Did you know that its been 6 months that I last watched movies in cinema? Six months, okay?! I need my freedom, please. I'm begging you. You're lucky if you can go anywhere without your mom controlling you. And Leya, I'm still jealous with you eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop with the 'grounding' issue. Let's move on to the Teacher's Day celebration shall we? Yes, I went to school yesterday to have fun and having a good time with friends and not to forget teachers. The celebration started in the morning. And yeah, the games started just after the boring speech session. Believe it or not, I was in the Bilik Guru 2 team with 'Ain and Puan Fara. We played a game with a hockey stick and a tennis ball. We need to pass the ball to the each other. I sucked at it. Haha, don't you all go laughing at me. I know I suck but hey at least I have the guts to be on the team. And we did won the first round but unfortunately, we lose to BG 6 I think. Oh well, its not a problem anyway. We had fun, kan 'Ain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SiDXA2g3w0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/lFA1FCusK1Y/s1600-h/DSC02266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SiDXA2g3w0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/lFA1FCusK1Y/s400/DSC02266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341505567694766914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't be a hockey player  :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off. For now. Will upload the pictures later. Having problems with the Internet. Byee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I think this is the longest post I've ever made. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-4565918892981481026?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/4565918892981481026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/46th-i-had-enough.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4565918892981481026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4565918892981481026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/46th-i-had-enough.html' title='46th; I Had Enough.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SiDKMtvP-cI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mzmPTI3R6N8/s72-c/hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-3476972758693405870</id><published>2009-05-28T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:25:39.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>45th; Turn Back Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sh6VghkxeVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/gv8Nd10p_1I/s1600-h/Picture_194%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sh6VghkxeVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/gv8Nd10p_1I/s400/Picture_194%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340870594108946770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am proud to be in SBU. Not!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello future Obamas. Haha. Okay, in this particular post, I am proud to announce that Diagnostic is over! Haa, after all the hardwork, midnight revision, we can rest in peace now. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Art paper just now and surprisingly the Objective questions are hard. Especially about the Keris. My artwork is screwed. Simply screwed. I drew this one box of Instant Mix cupcake flour, lime flavoured and it looked okay at first. But after I lay my hands on the paintbrush, it turned out to be one of the most ugliest packaging I've ever seen. Trust me, you wouldn't want to take a look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm still considering whether I should come for the Sambutan Hari Guru tomorrow. I'm tired, exhausted, and feeling weaker than ever. But for my long-lost grandmother to my mom, Nasuha, I think I'll go. Haha, Nasuha jangan marah eh. :P She said she want to take pictures of me and wanted me to become her model. Oh wait, SUPERmodel. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of teacher's day, I haven't buy anything for my teachers yet. I was thinking of getting some flowers or maybe chocolates but then, when I asked my mom, she said she bought two cakes from SR and some pastries that my wonderful neighbour made. So, I think that's enough for all the teachers kan? Especially for my favourites, Puan Noorita and Puan Aniza. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll better go now. Gonna find more pictures to be uploaded in this dull blog. Chioww. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-3476972758693405870?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/3476972758693405870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/45th-turn-back-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/3476972758693405870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/3476972758693405870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/45th-turn-back-time.html' title='45th; Turn Back Time.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sh6VghkxeVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/gv8Nd10p_1I/s72-c/Picture_194%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-4642637945715210609</id><published>2009-05-23T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:38:31.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>44th; Taking It For Granted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Shi6xv_7e4I/AAAAAAAAAgI/txWzRfDkbso/s1600-h/loveess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Shi6xv_7e4I/AAAAAAAAAgI/txWzRfDkbso/s400/loveess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339222722108685186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really love you, do you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heyya. Its Sunday already. I haven't started studying on Geography and KH yet. Damn! We're having Maths tomorrow. I hope I'll be doing just fine. Since you know, I flunked my Maths Intervensi 2. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Vantage Point again last night. Man, I loove that movie. For those who don't know anything about that movie, go check it out on HBO today on 3.00 pm I think. :) Trust me, its awesomee. But can't beat my favourite Jumper, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hayden Christensen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Max Thieriot.&lt;/span&gt; :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I was supposed to be stuck on my table, reading books and putting atom bombs in my head. But I watch telly instead. So not a good behaviour for a PMR candidate right? Ahaa, wrong! I'm not going to sacrifice my favourite time of the day to read books and study. Hello, I'm a human. Human needs her telly session. Haha, my dad will definitely kill after he reads this. Too bad, he can't. Thanks to the Blogger technology, my blog is private and no one's allowed to read it without my permission. Weee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm not doing this anymore. I give up of having him in my life. Go and stay away from me please. Just please&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-4642637945715210609?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/4642637945715210609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/44th-taking-it-for-granted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4642637945715210609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/4642637945715210609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/44th-taking-it-for-granted.html' title='44th; Taking It For Granted.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Shi6xv_7e4I/AAAAAAAAAgI/txWzRfDkbso/s72-c/loveess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-2381354207015614749</id><published>2009-05-22T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:47:54.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>43rd; A Morning of Half-Smiles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/ShaibLl-NuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/-lnBUGmzVcw/s1600-h/taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/ShaibLl-NuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/-lnBUGmzVcw/s400/taylor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338632996146525922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be like her someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey. I'm just dropping by to say hi and update this pathetic blog. I can finally get my hands off the Sejarah and Agama revision books! Yeay. Sejarah paper was not so hard and not so easy either. I'm glad I did my revision earlier. The Agama one was so hardd. I can't find the right answers. It stuck in my head between those red wires. -__- Just pray I'll get an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nabila, I miss Kak Daly, I miss Alia Athirah, I miss Aishah, I miss everyone I know for the past 15 years of my life. They come and go. Left only memories to be remembered. Okay, I'm crapping now. I reallly do miss them. Please, just please, come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost the word to say once again. I'm signing off. I am hoping a miracle to happen and make that someone knows what I really feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate you. I love you. I'm don't like you. I like you. You're not the one. You are the one. I want you. I don't want you. I have you. I don't have you. You're mine. No, you're not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-2381354207015614749?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/2381354207015614749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/43rd-morning-of-half-smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2381354207015614749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2381354207015614749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/43rd-morning-of-half-smiles.html' title='43rd; A Morning of Half-Smiles.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/ShaibLl-NuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/-lnBUGmzVcw/s72-c/taylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-1166364961091014546</id><published>2009-05-21T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T03:55:32.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>42nd; Another Word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/ShUv_eqTGBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/nsZAxg95_Mg/s1600-h/DSC01960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/ShUv_eqTGBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/nsZAxg95_Mg/s400/DSC01960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338225700926330898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Make me yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ding! Hello earthlings. How are you? I'm feeling rather energetic today. Don't know why. I tried so hard to solve the Rubik's just now but I still don't get it. Its mentally and physically hurting me you know. But I love it :) Thank God Arif allowed me to bring home his beloved little cube. I'll beg my dad to buy one for me. Seriously, I'm getting all addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had English paper just nowand BM ones yesterday. Its kinda hard, the essays that is, I struggled 15 minutes before I can figure out my first word of 'How to Get Enough Sleep' speech text. Damn you. The BM questions were okay, just fine. I listed most of the points okay. So, lets just hope an A for both of the papers would we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating. I told you I will be very busy studying. We, the Form 3 will be having Sejarah and Agama papers tomorrow. Wish me luck people! I need all the luck from youu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;p/s: Happy Birthday, you. You know that I love you right? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-1166364961091014546?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/1166364961091014546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/42nd-another-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/1166364961091014546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/1166364961091014546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/42nd-another-word.html' title='42nd; Another Word.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/ShUv_eqTGBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/nsZAxg95_Mg/s72-c/DSC01960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-6796209072669656199</id><published>2009-05-16T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:18:00.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>41st; Why Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sg-zCCM-8dI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/h9xVy1nvG3M/s1600-h/photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sg-zCCM-8dI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/h9xVy1nvG3M/s400/photography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336680930989765074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ola people! Its Sundayy. You must be wondering what am I doing here instead of studying. I spent half of my day working on Maths, okay? The questions are not so bad except I can't find the correct answer for most of the Algebraic Formulae questions. Its just confusing me. Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are coming back tomorrow. means that I have approximately 15 more hour to have the freedom of doing anything I want. I even made a plan for it too. Its better if I do not mention that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost of words and really don't know what to say in this post. So, I'll better shut up now and find something to eat instead. Then, Maths session once again. :) Byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-6796209072669656199?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/6796209072669656199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/41st-why-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6796209072669656199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6796209072669656199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/41st-why-me.html' title='41st; Why Me?'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sg-zCCM-8dI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/h9xVy1nvG3M/s72-c/photography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-2861970380019445012</id><published>2009-05-16T05:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T06:00:45.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40th; Love Me, Hate Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sg61KhLdlCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/o4uHN5dq_0E/s1600-h/promises.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sg61KhLdlCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/o4uHN5dq_0E/s400/promises.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336401800790381602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't love you like I did yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello gaga's. Its Saturday already. Three more days to hell. Gahh. Don't want to talk about it. Heh, nothing unusual happened today. I spent my day watching tv, eating, and solving Maths questions. Aha, I screwed my Circles. Oh did I mention my parents are not home till Monday? Yes, they are currently visiting the legendary Taj Mahal right now. Haha, ma and abah, don't forget my souvenirs eh? Hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeeba gave me the PS I Love You cd last week but I haven't got the chance to watch it yet, due to the busy schedule of mine. Hell, I'm gonna watch it tonight after done updating. Kak Ira came over just now. Has been a long time since I saw her. Haha, she was here with her boyfriend. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done now. Nothing left to say. Just hoping it will be normal again. I seriously need to stop doing tis thing that I'm doing now. Or else, I'm gonna lose it. Please, guide me. And Leya, I need you. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-2861970380019445012?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/2861970380019445012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/40th-love-me-hate-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2861970380019445012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2861970380019445012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/40th-love-me-hate-me.html' title='40th; Love Me, Hate Me.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sg61KhLdlCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/o4uHN5dq_0E/s72-c/promises.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-8819428990071717728</id><published>2009-05-15T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:59:26.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39th; Promise Is Meant To Be Broken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sg0ccrcQAiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/oHL8WnwK6so/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sg0ccrcQAiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/oHL8WnwK6so/s400/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335952412527034914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a lot to be told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello :) At last, I'm here to update once again. Haa, not like every other Fridays, today I didn't stayback as my brother supposed to pick me from school. He has to be somewhere else after that, so I can't stay there for so long. Sorryy, Nina. I know you marah kan, but I told you I tak boleh stayback. Sorry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been soo different. I was being this mad, angry creature all the time. I don't know what makes me so pissed off lately. There's victims whom I accidentally let my anger out. Heh, sorry yea guys. I have a feeling, something inside me that I need to share right here right now. But no, you know I can't. I have no one to tell. I can't trust anyone. Fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be our Diagnostic exam! God, how fast the time flies. Can't wait for the holidayys. Just two weeks to go and boom, its here! Haa, my dad has his own plan on what we're going to do this holidays. But he didn't tell me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;-Signing off to find someone-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-8819428990071717728?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/8819428990071717728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/39th-promise-is-meant-to-be-broken.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8819428990071717728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8819428990071717728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/39th-promise-is-meant-to-be-broken.html' title='39th; Promise Is Meant To Be Broken.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sg0ccrcQAiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/oHL8WnwK6so/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-7029153032301657613</id><published>2009-05-12T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:25:39.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38th;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sgl2NUSZGUI/AAAAAAAAAew/qqqEZNP4VKo/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sgl2NUSZGUI/AAAAAAAAAew/qqqEZNP4VKo/s400/pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334925204753291586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm into pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyya! Sorry yesterday no updates. Was busy studying. Haha, menipu lebih. But, yeah. I think this week will be very busy for me as next week will be our diagnostic week. I'm gonna study real hard and try to score for Diagnostic as my intervensi results were really bad. I will spend more time studying than online-ing. I don't think I will update this blog as frequently as last time. But not to worry, after two weeks of exam, I'll be back with more updates, kay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-7029153032301657613?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/7029153032301657613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/38th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7029153032301657613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7029153032301657613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/38th.html' title='38th;'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sgl2NUSZGUI/AAAAAAAAAew/qqqEZNP4VKo/s72-c/pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-7379579951668059779</id><published>2009-05-09T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:43:07.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37th; Mother's love never ends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgZmucPsXlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/zMWXeNChFAU/s1600-h/IMG00310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgZmucPsXlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/zMWXeNChFAU/s400/IMG00310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334063756708961874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sorry, ma. I don't have any better pictures of you. Still, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ey guys. As you all know, today is Mother's Day! I just want to wish my beautiful mom, a very Happy Mother's Day. Thank you for being there for me all this while.Thank you for helping me, guiding me and making me a better person that I am today. Sorry if I ever make you feel sad, mad, angry or hurt by my actions or words. You know I love you so, Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your daughter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hana Izzati :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-7379579951668059779?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/7379579951668059779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/37th-mothers-love-never-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7379579951668059779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7379579951668059779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/37th-mothers-love-never-ends.html' title='37th; Mother&apos;s love never ends.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgZmucPsXlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/zMWXeNChFAU/s72-c/IMG00310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-8313339526589138829</id><published>2009-05-09T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:12:24.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36th; I'm falling apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgWZnqjmmzI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VQSMPG0q83E/s1600-h/DSC01756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgWZnqjmmzI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VQSMPG0q83E/s400/DSC01756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333838240407788338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rizan's pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bonjour! Comment allez vous? Je vais bien. Thats Hello, how are you? I'm fine in French. Kak Daly thought me in MSN just now. Thanks kak. :) As you bloggers don't want to update your blogs, I will. And I bet&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to talk about today. I've studying, eating, sleeping, online-ing and hearing Miley's over and over again. Told you I'm addicted to it. I finished revising my Form 1 Sejarah today. Thank god. I'm thinking of studying Maths and Science tomorrow as I flunked both of them recently. Gah, don't want to talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tomorrow's Mother's Day. Didn't plan anything for my mom yet. Will surprise her later. Byee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-8313339526589138829?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/8313339526589138829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/36th-im-falling-apart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8313339526589138829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/8313339526589138829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/36th-im-falling-apart.html' title='36th; I&apos;m falling apart.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgWZnqjmmzI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VQSMPG0q83E/s72-c/DSC01756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-6247059757375193242</id><published>2009-05-08T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T05:48:17.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36th; You stole my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgQfDthJa0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/IqA_TVrRnFQ/s1600-h/DSC02096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgQfDthJa0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/IqA_TVrRnFQ/s400/DSC02096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333422007332203330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a JuicyFruit addict :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello bubblegums! I'm back! Miss me? Aha, I'm extremely tired plus happy today. Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During BM, we had this drama 'Jalan Sempit' for our komsas. Alyea as Munirah, Nina as Kamal, Fatin as Azman, Nasuha as Pak Leman, Vy Vyan as Penghulu, Izzati as Joyah, Alia as Dolah, Li Sa as Sabihah, Yvonne as Murali, Angeline as Ah Chong, Lynette and Natalie were acting too. And I was the photographer of the day. It was fun and enjoyable. We laughed a lot when it came to Izzatie and Alia's part and Nasuha with Alyea's part. The award of the day goes to Nasuha. She acted really well as Pak Leman yang garang. Congrats, Nasuha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgQj5p0x5pI/AAAAAAAAAdo/TDKpBlfA8q4/s1600-h/DSC02035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgQj5p0x5pI/AAAAAAAAAdo/TDKpBlfA8q4/s400/DSC02035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333427332100253330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Straight after school, Alyea and me went upstairs to Bilik Seni Tingkat 3 to finish up Leya's work to get the kraftangan badge. Then, I changed and went to skylite to meet the angry Nina. We went to her house first to wash up and eat. Then, her lovely mom sent us to National Library to work on our KKS. We did find the infos that we need. I managed to find both of the books that contains info about Carcosa earlier than Nina did. Hehe. After we photocopy all those informations, we went out for a walk around the building. Then, Nina's mom called and asked Nina to go to her school and meet up with her mom there. So she left me alone. Not long after that, I went home safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgQoOQ1sVbI/AAAAAAAAAdw/tGgAEaGD7gM/s1600-h/DSC02098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgQoOQ1sVbI/AAAAAAAAAdw/tGgAEaGD7gM/s400/DSC02098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333432084216960434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When, I got home, I found my big brother, Arif caking in the kitchen. I was quite shocked to see him actually. And he was baking White Chocolate Cheese Cake. He learned the recipe from his girlfriend. Haha, no wonder la eager sangat nak buat, kan? So, the cake is in the fridge waiting to be eaten. I'll update about how horrible/tasty it like tomorrow, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgQpBfl1IjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/vq_o_z9KlGs/s1600-h/DSC02100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgQpBfl1IjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/vq_o_z9KlGs/s400/DSC02100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333432964350288434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this? My little brother, Aqil who is 6 years old did this. Its actually for Mother's Day for those of you who don't know. I wonder what will I do for my mom this Sunday. Geee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-6247059757375193242?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/6247059757375193242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/36th-you-stole-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6247059757375193242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6247059757375193242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/36th-you-stole-my-heart.html' title='36th; You stole my heart.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgQfDthJa0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/IqA_TVrRnFQ/s72-c/DSC02096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-7682315093915146918</id><published>2009-05-07T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T04:38:34.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35th; Love is in the air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgLDvfs7DFI/AAAAAAAAAdY/B9Qcp2dH_Jc/s1600-h/DSC01965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgLDvfs7DFI/AAAAAAAAAdY/B9Qcp2dH_Jc/s400/DSC01965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333040129491274834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, lollipops! I'm feeling a little bit tired today. Don't know why. Sir S was in our class doing his thing. He's a great teacher, I tell you. He communicate with us students very well, not like other teachers in school. I don't mention any names eh. -__- Puan F was absent and its a great relief, hah. I'm not saying that I don't like her but sometimes she's a bit you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we did some puffballs using two pieces of cardboards and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;benang bulu kambing&lt;/span&gt;. Alyea did mine as Puan N took hers. Well, thanks Leyya walaupu buruk. Haha, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Maths, we learned Transformation II and its not like those Transformer movie you see in the tv you know. I could catch up with Puan M's teaching. It was okay. I more attracted to her style of wearing tudung. It's nice to see your teacher has a great taste in fashion. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, during agama we learned Solat Sunat Tahajud. It was okay. We went to library for Pafa as Ustazah didn't know what to do during Pafa class. After that, some of us went straight to Computer Lab 2 just for fun. Ustazah allowed us to do our own work including blogs and stuff, so Fatin was more than happy to online and update her blog, kan Fatin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Nina, Leyya, Ain and me went to canteen to grab some of those delicious waffles. We chit chat for a whil and went to Skylite and meet up with Adie and the gang. I got back on 4.15 and sleep all the way to 6.00 pm. I was too sleepy that time, so don't blame me. That's all for today, guys. Need to study Sejarah. Byeee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; caught my eye today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-7682315093915146918?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/7682315093915146918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/35th-love-is-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7682315093915146918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/7682315093915146918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/35th-love-is-in-air.html' title='35th; Love is in the air.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgLDvfs7DFI/AAAAAAAAAdY/B9Qcp2dH_Jc/s72-c/DSC01965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-2061264852367922032</id><published>2009-05-06T03:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T04:34:36.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34th; Man, you drive me crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgFt4W8kAGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-u2YAXnY1tI/s1600-h/DSC01825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgFt4W8kAGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-u2YAXnY1tI/s400/DSC01825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332664248783077474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing lasts forever but family ties do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello, little angels. I am addicted to the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye &lt;/span&gt;by Miley Cyrus. I feel like crying everytime I heard it. Nevermind, like you care anyway. Okay, today as usual nothing interesting happened. I helped Alyea to take pictures of her doing her Renjer Puteri works. I'm like a photographer to her kan, Leyya? Aha, you should see her cute little ladybird and dragonfly. She made it herself using plasticines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgFxDFumJsI/AAAAAAAAAcw/FNFUpvDUwNw/s1600-h/DSC01955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgFxDFumJsI/AAAAAAAAAcw/FNFUpvDUwNw/s400/DSC01955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332667731674539714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Told ya it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgFxC5Zgu7I/AAAAAAAAAco/OHA75h_69Z8/s1600-h/DSC01954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgFxC5Zgu7I/AAAAAAAAAco/OHA75h_69Z8/s400/DSC01954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332667728364878770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girl who's happy with her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Surprisingly, Nina and me went to choir meeting without flying as we planned to. We sang Kenangan Terindah by Samsons. I'm not sure whether we will sing the song for our competition as Zun Zhen said nothing about it. So, yeah we sing like mad people in Bengkel Paip. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that Alyea, Nina, Fatin, Nasuha, Adeeba, Najwa and Asifa said myself made cupcakes were delicious? They did indeed, I was so proud of myself. Haha. Oh, Fayra and Fatin, if I had extra time I will make that chewy chocolatey cupcakes for you guys eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-2061264852367922032?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/2061264852367922032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/34th-man-you-drive-me-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2061264852367922032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/2061264852367922032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/34th-man-you-drive-me-crazy.html' title='34th; Man, you drive me crazy!'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgFt4W8kAGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-u2YAXnY1tI/s72-c/DSC01825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-5864829256876328688</id><published>2009-05-05T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:45:28.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33rd; Strive for perfection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgAyfgkTd9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/f1HtJIYciaI/s1600-h/IMG_0854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgAyfgkTd9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/f1HtJIYciaI/s400/IMG_0854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332317475706206162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm dying without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ola, peeps! Haa, I'm feeling good today. Nothing much happened in school. Oh, Puan I whom is resting in peace during her leaves has got us a temporary teacher, Miss NH for Geo. Gahh, the subject that I hate the most. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, during PJ, all of us in 3B played Bola Beracun and Mafia. It was quite good. Tessa and the gang introduced it to us. We clearly enjoyed it. Aha, Puan F, can we play it again next class? Pleeaasssee. It really helped me to realese my tension. Weee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gotta to go. Need to study Maths, my favourite chioww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-5864829256876328688?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/5864829256876328688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/33rd-strive-for-perfection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5864829256876328688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/5864829256876328688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/33rd-strive-for-perfection.html' title='33rd; Strive for perfection.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/SgAyfgkTd9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/f1HtJIYciaI/s72-c/IMG_0854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-1957369136850212866</id><published>2009-05-04T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T06:21:11.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32nd; Girl, be strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sf7k4PtC_MI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/H-yl4MN35fw/s1600-h/dome10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sf7k4PtC_MI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/H-yl4MN35fw/s400/dome10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331950663792524482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please, don't let me go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey my pretty readers! Aha, did I tell you why I'm making my blog private? Well, my parents found my blog and it could be dangerous for me as I write everything (well, not EVERYTHING) in this webblog. During Agama period, Ust. A also warned us fellow bloggers to not write or post anything that can humiliate us, family and our school. Well, I think she has been reading my blog and now she's watching every step, every move that I make. Sometimes, I wish I had the freedom to do everything that I want in school. I just hate it to be a teacher's daughter. No freedom, no life, no nothing. Just pressure. Hell, I'm being all emo. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grades for Intervensi 2 are really bad this time. I only managed an A out of 4 subjects. I know, how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teruk&lt;/span&gt; is that. Damn, I really need to get studying earlier than before or else I'm gonna screw my Diagnostic. Huh, chiowww people! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-1957369136850212866?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/1957369136850212866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/32nd-girl-be-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/1957369136850212866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/1957369136850212866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/32nd-girl-be-strong.html' title='32nd; Girl, be strong.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sf7k4PtC_MI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/H-yl4MN35fw/s72-c/dome10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498234985172660762.post-6865209952693946068</id><published>2009-05-03T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:17:19.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31st; High School Rocker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sf1r6Pt-noI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ki3m8wuzOXk/s1600-h/kakakka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sf1r6Pt-noI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ki3m8wuzOXk/s400/kakakka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331536182272499330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiss me through the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm watching Merah Puteh through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;youtube.com&lt;/span&gt; right now as I didn't watched few of the episodes earlier. Damn, I loveeeee that show. It makes me sane again. But hey, watching movies on youtube.com is not that hard and complicated eh? I didn't know that before. My wireless connection has been really good to me so far. So, now I'm addicted to Youtube, Mspace, MSN, that tv box and of course, my blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I gotta to go. Downstairs, my cupcakes are getting ready for some frosting. "Buat cantik-cantik tau, Hana!". Nina, kalau buruk jangan marah eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498234985172660762-6865209952693946068?l=hanaizzati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/feeds/6865209952693946068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/31st-high-school-rocker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6865209952693946068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498234985172660762/posts/default/6865209952693946068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanaizzati.blogspot.com/2009/05/31st-high-school-rocker.html' title='31st; High School Rocker.'/><author><name>Hana Izzati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916792115123168812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZW7SOJ2GR8/TughhiCXYFI/AAAAAAAAA2g/xj800YH--cs/s220/tumblr_lob35tbzbX1qcnhhzo1_500.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MFTHWCV_jAA/Sf1r6Pt-noI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ki3m8wuzOXk/s72-c/kakakka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
