<?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-2750795276317719445</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:40:54.027-07:00</updated><category term='i hate tutututut Daamn you'/><title type='text'>my life story.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link 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up from that beautiful dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dream that all girls in the world would wish for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;im getting crazy..&lt;br /&gt;today im going for a walk with my besty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should spent more time with her...&lt;br /&gt;hahha gossiping and dreaming of going to korea for a holiday...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this days i been into so much of korean song...&lt;br /&gt;most of the song meaning really touches my heart!&lt;br /&gt;like next month one of my favourite group is coming to singapore!&lt;br /&gt;2AM!!!!! one of the ballad group!&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna go meet them but i cant..&lt;br /&gt;so i just have to wait news and video that will come out from youtube..&lt;br /&gt;or what i can do is go imm and see them from far??&lt;br /&gt;should i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing they coming here already make me go crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;today RAIN birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;how i wish it rains the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going crazy waiting for the one..&lt;br /&gt;have u guys watch "personal taste"&lt;br /&gt;most of the couple scene is totally my wish...&lt;br /&gt;spending time with him like that... arghh..&lt;br /&gt;sitting in a bench with him lying on my lap..&lt;br /&gt;me holding his hair.. seeing his smile...&lt;br /&gt;arghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to stop now..&lt;br /&gt;ok bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-7813619697478486679?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7813619697478486679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/TBXh0dHqpbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/8jKRXYWoJa4/s1600/08062010%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/TBXh0dHqpbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/8jKRXYWoJa4/s320/08062010%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482536412679677362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/TBXh0IvjmzI/AAAAAAAAAlw/cj9j333l0mY/s1600/31135_398748834748_740899748_3979353_148703_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/TBXh0IvjmzI/AAAAAAAAAlw/cj9j333l0mY/s320/31135_398748834748_740899748_3979353_148703_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482536407209843506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;yesterday i bake portugese egg tart..&lt;br /&gt;it not prefect thou..&lt;br /&gt;and i will make it perfect just like those in&lt;br /&gt;KFC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom do a new creation..&lt;br /&gt;putri salad to durian putri salad..&lt;br /&gt;it taste wonderful and delicious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i been stuck at home with no job.. no money...&lt;br /&gt;im going crazy&lt;br /&gt;with this kinds of feeling..&lt;br /&gt;i should just get married and be a housewife...&lt;br /&gt;i think i can do better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passion to cook is coming back..&lt;br /&gt;im feeling of making&lt;br /&gt;souffle&lt;br /&gt;mousse&lt;br /&gt;prefect egg tart&lt;br /&gt;anything that is creamy and yummy lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y dont u guys drop down of what you want me to cook..&lt;br /&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-3907972004005225242?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3907972004005225242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=3907972004005225242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/3907972004005225242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/3907972004005225242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2010/06/past-few-days.html' title='past few days'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/TBXiE4Gw9JI/AAAAAAAAAmg/EpUV0b3DU1s/s72-c/11062010%28004%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-5645899015401599621</id><published>2010-06-10T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:59:28.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;bsk is my cuzzie&lt;br /&gt;engagement...&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;i dun noe what to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i suppose to wear?&lt;br /&gt;with this kind of hair style?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress ah..&lt;br /&gt;tomoro im gonna take alot of picture..&lt;br /&gt;dah lama tak amek gambar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-5645899015401599621?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5645899015401599621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=5645899015401599621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/5645899015401599621'/><link rel='self' 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wanting to go but...&lt;br /&gt;haiz... hanye tuhan saya tau perasaan ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedihnye...&lt;br /&gt;i takde choice sey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang nie pun takde org panggil interview..&lt;br /&gt;susah hati ah...&lt;br /&gt;takkan aku nak duk umah je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;susah siak nak carik keje..&lt;br /&gt;nak give up pun tak guna..&lt;br /&gt;bill nak bayar..&lt;br /&gt;keperluan sendiri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;bole gile ah gini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nairi darah aku up sikit!&lt;br /&gt;nama bilik je yana dgn ain&lt;br /&gt;tapi yang kemas yana&lt;br /&gt;yang berserak ain&lt;br /&gt;yang tido dlm bilik ain&lt;br /&gt;abe yang kene marah psl bilik berserak yana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sial!!&lt;br /&gt;bingit siak!&lt;br /&gt;perasaan lawa!&lt;br /&gt;bau badan busuk nak mnampos!&lt;br /&gt;sial!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi petang klau tgk fb.. umar update status dia..&lt;br /&gt;"dont punish me like this!"&lt;br /&gt;terasa jap.. tapi entah..&lt;br /&gt;i dun feel the connection between him ah..&lt;br /&gt;it just sadding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss all the good times at work...&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;what to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ija mcm mane? i think i have to cancel the plan?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-5784444613542212615?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5784444613542212615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=5784444613542212615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/5784444613542212615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/5784444613542212615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-wont-happen.html' title='it wont happen...'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-3850064482481394620</id><published>2010-06-06T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:13:42.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>down</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;arghh.. it been two month that i have still not receive my salary&lt;br /&gt;it irritating!!&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a loan shark sey!&lt;br /&gt;now i becomee like one of the customer, smsing  to ask about my pay&lt;br /&gt;i tak suka..&lt;br /&gt;tapi&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it been two month that i have not paid my phone bill&lt;br /&gt;i have no money at hand!&lt;br /&gt;this week is the week i and ija plan to go out&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;i have still not receive my paid yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desperate..&lt;br /&gt;i dun want to borrow money from my parents&lt;br /&gt;to pay my bill&lt;br /&gt;im feeling worst sey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kpala berserabut&lt;br /&gt;it getting worst..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;ija said im so into korean&lt;br /&gt;but i cant help it&lt;br /&gt;the variety show is very interesting&lt;br /&gt;"WE GOT MARRIED"&lt;br /&gt;"STAR GOLDEN BELL"&lt;br /&gt;"FAMILY OUTING"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the variety show we got married is very very very&lt;br /&gt;interesting..  and every ending episode i cried..&lt;br /&gt;how i really wish to write here y i cried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korean people are full of humourss.. and&lt;br /&gt;you can see how strong they are..&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-3850064482481394620?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3850064482481394620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-3664945453868923312</id><published>2010-06-01T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T07:01:02.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crazy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/TAUQ68jrfTI/AAAAAAAAAk0/qCt7XW-3Wvo/s1600/30655_125559894131457_100000323403618_204719_1268269_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/TAUQ68jrfTI/AAAAAAAAAk0/qCt7XW-3Wvo/s320/30655_125559894131457_100000323403618_204719_1268269_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477803126640311602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/TAUQ6UeKUDI/AAAAAAAAAks/YLw6bUpxQj4/s1600/30655_125357240818389_100000323403618_203744_409301_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/TAUQ6UeKUDI/AAAAAAAAAks/YLw6bUpxQj4/s320/30655_125357240818389_100000323403618_203744_409301_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477803115879747634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;New this month!&lt;br /&gt;Haircut&lt;br /&gt;Specky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think most of the people know that i had my hair cut and brought a new spect&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;actually had brought TWO spect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im in love with one of them!!&lt;br /&gt;but too bad cant be wearing it in day light&lt;br /&gt;cause it will cause an uneven tone in my face skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;bout&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;hair&lt;br /&gt;cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i hate it cause it totally short..&lt;br /&gt;but now im loving it..&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;mummy and sissy&lt;br /&gt;hate it cause&lt;br /&gt;i pull all my hair to the front&lt;br /&gt;so it kind look like messy..&lt;br /&gt;but i love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feel as if im a korean guy..&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the weather is damn hot!*&lt;br /&gt;*im sweating like hell!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-3664945453868923312?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/TAUQ68jrfTI/AAAAAAAAAk0/qCt7XW-3Wvo/s72-c/30655_125559894131457_100000323403618_204719_1268269_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-5272607041010954123</id><published>2010-05-31T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:47:30.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;this few month,&lt;br /&gt;i been totally into korean drama..&lt;br /&gt;then im stuck with korean singing groups and singers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im totally in RAIN(BI) as a singer...&lt;br /&gt;but now the idol group i like now is '2PM'&lt;br /&gt;a group with consist of 7 HOTTEST GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i noe it been years they have debut..&lt;br /&gt;and cause im very slow in this.. i think the group did fantastic...&lt;br /&gt;most of the song a very nice and im so into it..&lt;br /&gt;HEARTBEAT&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN AND AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU&lt;br /&gt;FOLLOW YOUR SOUL&lt;br /&gt;TIK TOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just crazy.. then slowly i found out that their leader has&lt;br /&gt;quit the group..&lt;br /&gt;i was surprising and unreasonable?&lt;br /&gt;i dun noe the reason..&lt;br /&gt;then ..&lt;br /&gt;i watch one video in youtube which was make by one of the fans..&lt;br /&gt;and i read all the notes..&lt;br /&gt;i started crying...&lt;br /&gt;as if the event just happen...&lt;br /&gt;it so sad.. cause he was born in states&lt;br /&gt;and was abit unsure of the korea customs..&lt;br /&gt;he feel a little unsecure and homesick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing him leave at the airport and hearing the fans shouting..&lt;br /&gt;it feel so sad.. i cry... it just sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to JAEBUM:&lt;br /&gt;i noe it a little late.. but all i could say is&lt;br /&gt;the world is cruel... but the more cruel it is.. the stronger it make you..&lt;br /&gt;you are hot guy, talented too.. dun give up..&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later people will appreciate you more to see how&lt;br /&gt;strong you are...&lt;br /&gt;best of luck!&lt;br /&gt;you still the best idol in group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-5272607041010954123?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5272607041010954123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=5272607041010954123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sorang insan yang aku rindu&lt;br /&gt;Dalam diri ini ada sayangmu&lt;br /&gt;Sayangnya dirimu tidak mengerti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam senyum ini ada tangisan&lt;br /&gt;Tangisan seorang insan terluka&lt;br /&gt;Dalam jiwa ini ada pilunya&lt;br /&gt;Pilu yang membuat aku menangis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. Hibanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebahagian lirik lagu "mengusung rindu" nyanyian kumpulan Spin.&lt;br /&gt;Cukup bermakna untuk kisah yang akan aku beritahu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia mengisahkan seseorang gadis yang mencintai teman karibnya...&lt;br /&gt;Percintaan yang amat menyakitkan...&lt;br /&gt;Percintaan yang entah kemana akhirnya...&lt;br /&gt;Percintaan yang membawa tangisan...&lt;br /&gt;Percintaan yang penuh likuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkenalan di sekolah, menjadi rapat...&lt;br /&gt;rapat yang menyebabkan ramai yang menyangka mereka adalah sepasang kekasih&lt;br /&gt;tidak peduli akan buah mulut orang.. persahabatan mereka tidak tercalar pun..&lt;br /&gt;tapi hati wanita akan menyedarinya pabila seseorang teman rapat&lt;br /&gt;menegurinya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teguran yang tiba-tiba mengegarkan naluri seorang gadis&lt;br /&gt;memberikannya berfikiran yang berlainan...&lt;br /&gt;Tiba- tiba pertemuan yang bernama sahabat menjadi sebuah kisah cinta&lt;br /&gt;tetapi adakah kisah cinta ini berat sebelah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin ingin menghindari perasaan sayang itu,&lt;br /&gt;makin mendalam cintanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari berikut hari, persahabatan mereka menjadi lebih rapat..&lt;br /&gt;si jejaka akan menghubunginya untuk meminta pendapat,&lt;br /&gt;untuk memberitahu masalahnya, untuk memberitahu agenda hariannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap hari bermula dengan dia, dan berakhir juga dengan dia...&lt;br /&gt;walaupun si gadis ingin melupakan dan menyendari siapalah dia disisi jejaka,&lt;br /&gt;tetapi perangai si jejaka susah untuk memberikan ruang kepadanya untuk melupakan&lt;br /&gt;perasaan itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malah sikap jejaka itu bagai memberitahu kepadanya yang dia juga mempunyai&lt;br /&gt;perasaan yang sama terhadap si gadis...&lt;br /&gt;tetapi bukan kah si jejaka harus melafazkan nya dahulu?&lt;br /&gt;bukan kah itu bersifat gentleman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si gadis sentiasa akan menunggunya...&lt;br /&gt;memberikan segalanya untuk si jejaka dan berdoa agar&lt;br /&gt;si jejaka akan melafazkan kata-kata cinta kepadanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetapi tak ku sangka tak ku duga,&lt;br /&gt;rupanya ada orang yang menhangatkan lagi kisah mereka,&lt;br /&gt;perkenalan si jejaka dengan seorang wanita lain menggegarkan sedikit&lt;br /&gt;persahabatan mereka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerana menyenali si jejaka sudah lama, dia menyangka perkenalan dengan&lt;br /&gt;si wanita tidak akan mengubah segalanya&lt;br /&gt;tetapi air yang tenang jangan disangka tiada buaya&lt;br /&gt;perkenalan itu sikit sebanyak mengubah si jejaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pertemuan yang berjanji oleh si jejaka dan wanita membuat si gadis&lt;br /&gt;berasa cemburu, tetapi menyedari dia hanyalah kawan baginya, dia menyabarkan diri&lt;br /&gt;dan memberi senyuman... tetapi hatinya hancur seribu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingin sahaja dia memberitahu isi hatinya kepada si jejaka&lt;br /&gt;tetapi ia bagai perigi cari timba.. tak manis...&lt;br /&gt;lama-kelamaan kesabarannya hampir tipis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adakah dia harus memberitahu kepada si jejaka isi hatinya?&lt;br /&gt;atau&lt;br /&gt;adakah dia harus sabar dan menanti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetapi&lt;br /&gt;jika dia memberitahu isi hatinya&lt;br /&gt;dia harus siap sedia dengan perbagai situasi yang tidak menyenangkan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakah harus si gadis lakukan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tunggu episode seterusnya untuk mengetahui ending nya....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-3958707751378773148?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3958707751378773148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=3958707751378773148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/3958707751378773148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/3958707751378773148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-5587209319888949325</id><published>2010-05-28T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:14:44.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologise</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;lama... lama sangat i have not been updating&lt;br /&gt;my own blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much things have changes..&lt;br /&gt;working, life...&lt;br /&gt;everything has change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changes that i have not thought&lt;br /&gt;has come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changes that make me stronger in facing&lt;br /&gt;all types of challenges in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no regret to all the things i done..&lt;br /&gt;i wont be facing my past again..&lt;br /&gt;im gonna find the dreams that i always wanted in future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AJA AJA FIGHTING FARLIANA SSI!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-5587209319888949325?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5587209319888949325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=5587209319888949325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/5587209319888949325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/5587209319888949325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2010/05/apologise.html' title='Apologise'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-6628836544845158168</id><published>2010-02-09T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:28:00.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it been a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;guess what, it been a week&lt;br /&gt;my mum is not talking to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dun noe what wrong i did..&lt;br /&gt;she is so grumphy..&lt;br /&gt;i really cant think of what i did really wrong to her except&lt;br /&gt;waking up late lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already kemas the room&lt;br /&gt;i already kemas the rumah&lt;br /&gt;so what somemore i did wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dun really understand sey...&lt;br /&gt;she dun want to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;when i talk to her she just pretend she didnt hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;stress ah.. stress keje.. stress kat rumah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like wanting my own house!!!&lt;br /&gt;my own kitchen&lt;br /&gt;my own toilet&lt;br /&gt;my own space&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;my own bed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is getting tougher&lt;br /&gt;each single day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i been hanging on to it..&lt;br /&gt;and i felt it almost dangling down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to think&lt;br /&gt;yet so little space in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hold on yana, i know you can make it... as for ibu, dun worry soon...&lt;br /&gt;she has only you to talk abt your father and abt your siblings&lt;br /&gt;as for working, u gt a month and 2 weeks more to go...&lt;br /&gt;relax... you can make it... im sure..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-6628836544845158168?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6628836544845158168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=6628836544845158168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6628836544845158168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6628836544845158168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-been-week.html' title='it been a week'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-7247245661012387676</id><published>2010-02-04T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:15:23.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;lagu "saat terakhir" slalu terniang-niang&lt;br /&gt;di ingatan ku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;membuat perasaanku&lt;br /&gt;gelisah dan takut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do yoou know, every single second, moments&lt;br /&gt;and even every single breath&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you are doing there?&lt;br /&gt;have you eaten or not?&lt;br /&gt;are you sick?&lt;br /&gt;are you having a hard time there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when you sms...&lt;br /&gt;i just cant express this feeling and question towards you...&lt;br /&gt;i tend not to answer your msges..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont want to fall n depend on you...&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to hurt my feeling again..&lt;br /&gt;im scared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i been thinking..&lt;br /&gt;a deep thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i really really love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it been a year n four months we are friends..&lt;br /&gt;smses... just sms..&lt;br /&gt;it weird&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know i got&lt;br /&gt;a very uneasy feeling that you are going to leave me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just leave me&lt;br /&gt;without words&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you dearly..&lt;br /&gt;i really do..&lt;br /&gt;i just cant express it thru my msg..&lt;br /&gt;but i do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i berdoa agar impian kite suatu&lt;br /&gt;hari akan jadi kenyatan..&lt;br /&gt;dan pada hari itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andai memang ditakdirkan bersama&lt;br /&gt;i berjanji&lt;br /&gt;selagi you gengam erat tangan i,&lt;br /&gt;i tak akan lepaskan kecuali&lt;br /&gt;ajal maut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-7247245661012387676?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7247245661012387676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=7247245661012387676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7247245661012387676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7247245661012387676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-feelings.html' title='this feelings'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-4755678493191200386</id><published>2010-01-31T06:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:52:22.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>apologise</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;it been a very very tiring month for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the things, im doing now..&lt;br /&gt;doesnt seem right&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;felt like&lt;br /&gt;i am&lt;br /&gt;cheating&lt;br /&gt;myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;for not answering every single message&lt;br /&gt;eventhough im online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;if my job now&lt;br /&gt;is separating us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;for not been&lt;br /&gt;able&lt;br /&gt;to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really&lt;br /&gt;bored with my job now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am use to like&lt;br /&gt;and work cause&lt;br /&gt;i love the job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work&lt;br /&gt;cause&lt;br /&gt;i need the job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in really bad shape&lt;br /&gt;now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hate my job&lt;br /&gt;im tired of my job&lt;br /&gt;im bored of my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-4471600094675934276</id><published>2010-01-12T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T05:22:46.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sweet family</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you guys watch&lt;br /&gt;"GUBRA"&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i dun quite understand the whole story&lt;br /&gt;as i watch it in the middle&lt;br /&gt;of the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there a family.. very sweet..&lt;br /&gt;pat laki dia tgh goreng cucur kodok..&lt;br /&gt;bini dia tenung dia abe.. curi satu cucur kodok&lt;br /&gt;then laki bini main kejar-kerja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then satu scene lepas solat,&lt;br /&gt;si laki dia nak cium bini dia di dahi&lt;br /&gt;then tiba-tiba bini dia&lt;br /&gt;cium kat pipi...&lt;br /&gt;terkejut lalu ketawe si lelaki tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiut giler...&lt;br /&gt;very very romantic couple i can say...&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-4471600094675934276?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4471600094675934276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=4471600094675934276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;center&gt;guess what,&lt;br /&gt;i had a grumpy day today..&lt;br /&gt;two session which i hate the most!!!&lt;br /&gt;sauna and the warm wrap!&lt;br /&gt;i hate it!  it makes me grumpy the whole session!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i when lwmb...&lt;br /&gt;hate it actually..&lt;br /&gt;my big sis keep complaining how she waited 3hrs&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hate it lah&lt;br /&gt;i dun think&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go again!&lt;br /&gt;ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-4889399635826002775?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-7939711524247298284</id><published>2010-01-10T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:30:54.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaahhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;AJL baru abis!!!&lt;br /&gt;aizat won!!!&lt;br /&gt;wohohoho!!!&lt;br /&gt;black pun menang!!!&lt;br /&gt;wohohoho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagu "pergi" sedap gile very very very the sedih..&lt;br /&gt;lagu "aku rindu sayang kamu" very much i like since the first time he sang&lt;br /&gt;presentation of song "kau aku" very cute sekali... dgn small acting aizat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagu yuna "dan sebenarnya" memang sedap.. very soothing songs..&lt;br /&gt;"cinta adam hawa" memang power!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so love all the songs!!!&lt;br /&gt;perjuangan artis artis seberang memang laris di pasaran!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekali lagy! taniah!!&lt;br /&gt;wohohoho&lt;br /&gt;AIZAT HANDSOME&lt;br /&gt;BLACK LAGY HANDSOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-7939711524247298284?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7939711524247298284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=7939711524247298284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7939711524247298284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7939711524247298284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/aaaahhhhhh.html' title='aaaahhhhhh'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-8220117610685729572</id><published>2010-01-09T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:51:56.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2am</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;it 2am in the morning guys...&lt;br /&gt;just finish watching&lt;br /&gt;"Dulha Mil Gaya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casting of a new actress which name im not sure...&lt;br /&gt;shah rukh khan, sushmita sen and fardeen khan&lt;br /&gt;a love that u have to fight for to get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a love that is very very hard to work for...&lt;br /&gt;the story make me just&lt;br /&gt;fallen in love with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a great movie indeed...&lt;br /&gt;it also like the movie&lt;br /&gt;"Ishq Visqk"&lt;br /&gt;casting of&lt;br /&gt;one of my greatest hero&lt;br /&gt;shahid kapoor&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;amrita rao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very very very sweet loving story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to write down a music line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tere naam se jee loon"&lt;br /&gt;"tere naam mein mar jaaun"&lt;br /&gt;"tere jaan ke sadke mein kuchh aaisa kar jaaun"&lt;br /&gt;"tune kya kar dala marr gayi main mitt gayi main"&lt;br /&gt;"hoo ri haa ri ho gayi main"&lt;br /&gt;"teri deewani"&lt;br /&gt;means&lt;br /&gt;"with your name i live"&lt;br /&gt;"with your name too, i died"&lt;br /&gt;"i will do anything, not to let you go"&lt;br /&gt;"what you have done that is killing me slowly"&lt;br /&gt;"yes, it killing"&lt;br /&gt;"your beauty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-8220117610685729572?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8220117610685729572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=8220117610685729572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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you why&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;going&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;short&lt;br /&gt;holliday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woho!!! im damn really really excited...&lt;br /&gt;im so going to have a great tyme there...&lt;br /&gt;well, those are going are&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;kak mar&lt;br /&gt;kak aidah&lt;br /&gt;abg adi&lt;br /&gt;abg mimi&lt;br /&gt;that all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure we gonna have lots of fun together...&lt;br /&gt;we it going to be early February!!&lt;br /&gt;cant wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-2040954581974366564?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-808142534511386005</id><published>2010-01-06T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T04:59:11.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 1st meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;well today sub group meeting when very very well...&lt;br /&gt;he is very very nice&lt;br /&gt;eventually&lt;br /&gt;he a malaysian so he know how to speak malay...&lt;br /&gt;not speak but understand lah&lt;br /&gt;he is very very sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo i like to make a correction on my last post as he&lt;br /&gt;is married with a soon child(wife pregnant)&lt;br /&gt;not with two child..&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his name is MR CHONG CHEE HUA&lt;br /&gt;i think that the spelling&lt;br /&gt;of his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well before the meeting&lt;br /&gt;im suppose to meet&lt;br /&gt;3 ppl to go together&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;how im surprise&lt;br /&gt;they left me alone just because im 10min late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this while i been waiting for them eventhough they are late&lt;br /&gt;i just dont understand...&lt;br /&gt;but im now going to&lt;br /&gt;stay focus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go for it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-808142534511386005?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/808142534511386005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-1265086984256647417</id><published>2010-01-05T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T04:17:20.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"dheere dheere is dil ka cheena hai karaar"&lt;br /&gt;means&lt;br /&gt;"slowly my heart is living again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 brings alot of new dreams, goals n achievement...&lt;br /&gt;my love life is seeing to be blossom&lt;br /&gt;hope this is the year we gonna meet up with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lots has happen a week just before NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;a good news and a bad news too...&lt;br /&gt;i think my feelings is going crazy as there so many things i wanna tell&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna type all in one time... with this sweet love songs playing&lt;br /&gt;just make me wanna smile...&lt;br /&gt;it like the love is in the air....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where should i start?&lt;br /&gt;him?&lt;br /&gt;a good news?&lt;br /&gt;or bad news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what plans for this fews month??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GOOD NEWS"&lt;br /&gt;this year i had a new AM(area manager)&lt;br /&gt;a NEW am... no more MS SERENE SEOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOHOHOHOHO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE LATE SMSES IN THE NIIGHT&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE CRYING ON THE PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;well the new am is called "MR CHONG"&lt;br /&gt;dont know his full name&lt;br /&gt;all i know with first expression&lt;br /&gt;he kind, sweet n not bad looking&lt;br /&gt;a great husband and a father of two!&lt;br /&gt;WELL TO THE NEW AM! WELCOME TO THE CLUB SIR&lt;br /&gt;WISHING YOU A GOOD YEAR WITH US&lt;br /&gt;IT GREAT TO HAVE YOU IN THE GROUP AND&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GREAT YEAR AHEAD!&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BAD NEWS"&lt;br /&gt;well, good news always come with a bad news&lt;br /&gt;my ex incharge MR RON NEO is leaving or sweet family to take in charge&lt;br /&gt;of guardian paragon...&lt;br /&gt;he the one who eventually bring me up to&lt;br /&gt;a store in charge n teach me to build a strong wall ahead&lt;br /&gt;WELL TO YOU RON NEO, WE'LL BE MISSING YOU ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;EVENTHOUGH YOU HATE YOU,&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED!&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS TO YOU MY FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HIM"&lt;br /&gt;*music changes to "YOU MAY BE" from film ALADIN*&lt;br /&gt;YOU MAY BE, JUST A LITTLE BIT DEWANI&lt;br /&gt;TORI TORI SI CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;BUT BABY&lt;br /&gt;YOU THE ONE....&lt;br /&gt;i sayang him, i do...&lt;br /&gt;but some time i hate him... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;always plan to meet up but in the ends always&lt;br /&gt;change..&lt;br /&gt;so much planning we make during smsing&lt;br /&gt;i told him, i wanna have a house with a big kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;he said "done!"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;if really he is the one...&lt;br /&gt;im glad...&lt;br /&gt;WELL TO YOU... I MISSING YOU NOW! SMS ME K...&lt;br /&gt;I WILL ALWAYS PRAY THAT YOU THE ONE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PLANS FOR THIS FEW MONTH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY&lt;br /&gt;a month full of stress as stock take will be coming.. it will be on 18 january 2010&lt;br /&gt;im feeling that my variance will be very very very high...&lt;br /&gt;a small picnic after new year with my family n future family...&lt;br /&gt;that all i guess..&lt;br /&gt;or yes almost forgotten&lt;br /&gt;plan for trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;br /&gt;a month i wanna release stress...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go for a short nice vacation trip to batam&lt;br /&gt;for a spa n relaxing&lt;br /&gt;hope it will be fulfill&lt;br /&gt;make new passport&lt;br /&gt;pay full to ibu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that all i could remember to tell all of you... well now is a picture time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/S0MsRKFj6SI/AAAAAAAAAkY/W7Zuf00G5Ss/s1600-h/ST834918.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/_tmdMKP_YcNU/S0MsRKFj6SI/AAAAAAAAAkY/W7Zuf00G5Ss/s320/ST834918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423227049561286946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"me, ms serene seow,mr ron neo"&lt;br /&gt;i will miss you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/S0MsQnbB2BI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4jBZUd-FucU/s1600-h/ST834889.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/_tmdMKP_YcNU/S0MsQnbB2BI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4jBZUd-FucU/s320/ST834889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423227040256088082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"sara(amk), me(yis), kak idah(anc3), ron neo(nop)&lt;br /&gt;ron tan(ssc), serene seow(am),&lt;br /&gt;steward(a449),&lt;br /&gt;jasmine(a163), patsy(bis2), kak jumaiyah(a531)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/S0MsQJ67OzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/raYlTDOan3s/s1600-h/ST834212.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/_tmdMKP_YcNU/S0MsQJ67OzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/raYlTDOan3s/s320/ST834212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423227032336808754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"me doing dinner n dance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/S0MsPvuIbGI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HLQtxaQwN6M/s1600-h/ST834039.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/_tmdMKP_YcNU/S0MsPvuIbGI/AAAAAAAAAkA/HLQtxaQwN6M/s320/ST834039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423227025303825506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" a dream place i wanna go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-1265086984256647417?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1265086984256647417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=1265086984256647417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-7993375558691127457</id><published>2009-11-27T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:23:30.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saat terakhir- st12</title><content type='html'>tak pernah terpikir olehku&lt;br /&gt;tak sedikit pun ku menyangka&lt;br /&gt;kau akan pergi tinggalkan ku sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begitu sulit ku menyangkal&lt;br /&gt;begitu sakit ku rasakan&lt;br /&gt;kau akan pergi tinggalkan ku sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* di bawah batu nisan kini kau tlah sandarkan&lt;br /&gt;kasih sayang kamu begitu dalam&lt;br /&gt;sungguh ku tak sanggup ini terjadi&lt;br /&gt;karna ku sangat cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** ini lah saat terakhirku melihat kamu&lt;br /&gt;jatuh air mataku menangis pilu&lt;br /&gt;hanya mampu ucapkan selamat jalan kasih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu jam saja ku telah bisa&lt;br /&gt;cintai kamu kamu kamu di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;namun bagiku melupakanmu&lt;br /&gt;butuh waktuku seumur hidup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu jam saja ku telah bisa&lt;br /&gt;sayangi kamu di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;namun bagiku melupakanmu&lt;br /&gt;butuh waktuku seumur hidup&lt;br /&gt;di nantiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu jam saja ku telah bisa&lt;br /&gt;cintai kamu kamu kamu di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;namun bagiku melupakanmu&lt;br /&gt;butuh waktuku seumur hidup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu jam saja ku telah bisa&lt;br /&gt;sayangi kamu di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;namun bagiku melupakanmu&lt;br /&gt;butuh waktuku seumur hidup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-7993375558691127457?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7993375558691127457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=7993375558691127457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7993375558691127457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7993375558691127457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/saat-terakhir-st12.html' title='saat terakhir- st12'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-6532057706510703555</id><published>2009-11-25T08:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:47:31.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do anyone understand me??</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hate it man!! yes i know you are married and that is just&lt;br /&gt;friend but... friends doesnt  call you syg!!&lt;br /&gt;they dont say "syg u dah mkn?"!!! what hell are you doing? dont you get it the first time when you play behind his back??&lt;br /&gt;yes im younger that you but i dont know y i am matured than you!!!&lt;br /&gt;you when watch movie just two ppl you are wife n mother dont you feel ashamed!!&lt;br /&gt;im feeling damn mad right now! kadang kadang aku sampai give up dengan kau, pasal kau aku selalu rasa malu nak tgk pakcik2 aku! pasal kau ibu selalu susah jaga anak kau!&lt;br /&gt;kau hidup senag lenang kluar dgn jantan lain!!!&lt;br /&gt;ingat, kali nie aku tak akan tolong kau lagi! klau betul di takdirkan kau cerai.. aku sebagai adik akan rasa memang kau penyebabnye!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;biar org buat kau, jgn kau buat org! dia lelaki kau tu pompan aku taknak sebab kau aku dgn ain ade masaalah!!!!!!! aku bingit dgn kaau!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know who to talk about all this, cause the one i thought that can understand me is even siding on her!!! i cared abt this cause ur my sister, i want the best for you.. if you single you wanna go out with anyone i wont be angry, but now???&lt;br /&gt;wake up please wake up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-6532057706510703555?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6532057706510703555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=6532057706510703555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6532057706510703555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6532057706510703555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-anyone-understand-me.html' title='do anyone understand me??'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-7436999581124269466</id><published>2009-11-24T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T04:07:21.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SwvMWBFQF5I/AAAAAAAAAj4/Y-NLNJXmL_w/s1600/05102009%28019%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SwvMWBFQF5I/AAAAAAAAAj4/Y-NLNJXmL_w/s320/05102009%28019%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407640456208062354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;im counting my days... as kak ita is leaving the company soon and i will no longer have someone to talk or write nonsense thing when my AM is talking...&lt;br /&gt;Like today only i already kene scolded... just because my plus selling&lt;br /&gt;is not good... i just hate her man!!&lt;br /&gt;i already start to feel left out, now no one will follow me go photocopy stuff..&lt;br /&gt;no one will be there or consult me when i being scolded...&lt;br /&gt;not even kak ros, cause once kak ros have kak idah i be left out..&lt;br /&gt;they will only remember me when they wanted song or something that got to do&lt;br /&gt;with computer... that will be the only day that they will talk to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at meeting, i had to meet wrectyhfngqo, she is so damn freeking&lt;br /&gt;stubborn! i already told them that my printer ink is wrong, they said no!!! i so hate hq ppl epicially vh2yfncvs43r&lt;br /&gt;Mengucap farliana, isthirfar banyak2... astarfirwaalazim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to kak ita, im going to really miss you kak, i hope you will always be there when i wanna talk out my feeling or anger... i really gonna miss you... 29 november is the last day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-7436999581124269466?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7436999581124269466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SwvMWBFQF5I/AAAAAAAAAj4/Y-NLNJXmL_w/s72-c/05102009%28019%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-5034767510445239361</id><published>2009-11-23T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:15:15.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! i've edited your blog Farliana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Editor. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"nak test je dulu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc286/norfaiezaismail/yanaa.jpg" alt="myLifeStory" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-5034767510445239361?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5034767510445239361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=5034767510445239361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/5034767510445239361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/5034767510445239361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-4271600734305672763</id><published>2009-11-22T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T01:16:51.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the events in last month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/Swo3T-4HiJI/AAAAAAAAAh8/poUYCwUks3M/s1600/30092009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/Swo3T-4HiJI/AAAAAAAAAh8/poUYCwUks3M/s320/30092009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407195119047116946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happen for the pass few months. Sweet and Sour memory are mix all together. Happy and Sad are in too. where should i begin? lets start what happen at home... any changes? yes! alot of changes has happen. now my family is a little separated, different thinking always cause us to quarrel. i no longer talk much to my brother, i dont really know what cause us not to be talking.. after the incident i try to keep a distance away from him.. as a sister what ever i did, i will not ask for return but i just need a love and attention... he been very busy or busy with someone else?? he him not able to sit at home this days... even saturday and sunday. eventhough he at home all he will do is sleep and play psp.. that all... what i want now is just please please bring my old brother back... i wanna cook with him, i wanna spend time talking abt computer movies and food... i just want my brother back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/Swo7YcnWtXI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Q_BNCvr9t34/s1600/10112009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/Swo7YcnWtXI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Q_BNCvr9t34/s320/10112009(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407199593795859826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working life???working is very important to everyone in the world... without work you have no money.. without work you wont have experience. but now i find my work is really really tiring... i have already receive one WARNING LETTER from the management due to high variance of missing stock.... once you get THREE WARNING LETTER from the management you will be TERMINATED from the job... it bad... n i starting to hate my job and now i am looking for a new job... im tired in working in retail line.. very very tired. recently my shop been hitted by syndicate. they stolen 1.2k worth of skincare product,shaving and suncare. i was working alone while waiting for my part timer. i already suspect that the couple will actually steal my things... but at that point of time, i also need to serve other customer. it was a bad day for me.. i got scolding from my area manager and i cried, it been twice in a year i cried due to scolding and it tough!!! it very insulting!! and i hate her!!! ms serene seow i hate you!!!!!!! im now praying that soon enough i will pray to get a nice and stable job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/Swo9lk4-5FI/AAAAAAAAAiM/jeOOYL520Ug/s1600/20112009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/Swo9lk4-5FI/AAAAAAAAAiM/jeOOYL520Ug/s320/20112009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407202018378835026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love life... my love life?? i dun noe.. there seem to be less progess in our relationship... umar... he now in army serving the nation.. hahaha.. well he seem okay now he can actually open... i mean like more talkative.. we still havent meet each other yet. we known each other for one year already... a year with only smsing, no talking on the phone or even meet each other... my feeling towards him?? sometime i miss him,sometime i dont,sometime i find him irritating, and sometime im lazy to msg him at all... how?? i just dont know what will happen with both of us in the future.. will we be together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SwpAHrymhoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/mGzCP-6jUUI/s1600/13955_177418624748_740899748_2715471_5004020_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SwpAHrymhoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/mGzCP-6jUUI/s320/13955_177418624748_740899748_2715471_5004020_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407204803369928322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first congrate to siti radiah to be wed with wan. taniah radiah, aku doakan semoga bahtera hidup yang kau bina akan kekal sehingga anak cucu... well, my old school best friend has just married to her long fiance... her wedding was quite grand i can say... i love the deco and pelamin plus the karaoke crew... and the most unexpected thing was when all of us heard you are going "HAWAII FOR HONEYMOON" not sure whether it true or not but if through congrat gerl!!! hawaii babe!!! hahaha... have baby soon okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SwpMTiDbiLI/AAAAAAAAAic/D-C-G4fMphc/s1600/14234_331649370093_751455093_9681876_1802712_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SwpMTiDbiLI/AAAAAAAAAic/D-C-G4fMphc/s320/14234_331649370093_751455093_9681876_1802712_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407218201054120114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good thing that happen at the wedding was meeting up with all our primary sch friends... it was like a small pri sch reunion..all biys last time use to be cute now all are macho.. let me tell you all the names, let start from left FARLIANA(ME), MAS IDAYU, ELLA, NURLIYANA, SALIZAH, LEEZ, SYAIFUL, ISKANDAR. now bottom left SHAMEER, FAREED, ASLAM. missing from the picture is farhan. well all my friends now are very successful, some gt bike some drive car but no license.. hahaha but afterall they are all my friends... and i hope i will be able to do a small gathering to meet up all the long lost friends.... friends forever!! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SwpOX0gD3eI/AAAAAAAAAik/2xNH-tutYF8/s1600/10112009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SwpOX0gD3eI/AAAAAAAAAik/2xNH-tutYF8/s320/10112009(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407220473748774370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sad things is happening as my teman borak at meeting is resigning from dairy farm, eventhough im happy at the same time im sad as now i would have someone for me to release all my sadness if i kene scold from kak ros... haiz.. and soon i will be leaving too!!! waahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SwpQfhpLDhI/AAAAAAAAAis/4rKneYzHjUM/s1600/22112009(044).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SwpQfhpLDhI/AAAAAAAAAis/4rKneYzHjUM/s320/22112009(044).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407222805148929554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dnd just pass, well the event was alright... nothing much but what i can say was my ladiez was hot that night!!! me kak ita kak lyn n radiah we all when dnd n we have great fun... a mazing... above was one of the photos... wanna c more go to my fb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SwpSjUYRbcI/AAAAAAAAAi0/03GAQasUAow/s1600/22112009(024).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SwpSjUYRbcI/AAAAAAAAAi0/03GAQasUAow/s320/22112009(024).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407225069331115458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last i just wanna say that my life is acceptable... im still able to hang on it.. all i need was support, love and care... and guys(all my friends) i love you and will always pray the best for all of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-4271600734305672763?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4271600734305672763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=4271600734305672763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/4271600734305672763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/4271600734305672763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/events-in-last-month.html' title='the events in last month'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/Swo3T-4HiJI/AAAAAAAAAh8/poUYCwUks3M/s72-c/30092009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-3893379695628513897</id><published>2009-10-15T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:26:41.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 OCTOBER</title><content type='html'>a birthday is suppose to be celebrated to remember the glorious day 'the day u were born'... I nvr had such a bad bad birthday before! I had it now due to the job i have right now!! A bithday that is full of scolding, full of stress and full of dissapointment! A birthday should be celebrated as it is a blessed day and gifted to have u in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish how can i turn the clock back so that my birthday will be celebrated in a nice and sweet day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-3893379695628513897?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3893379695628513897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=3893379695628513897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/3893379695628513897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/3893379695628513897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/15-october.html' title='15 OCTOBER'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-4566216224967077952</id><published>2009-10-05T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:42:12.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gua enjoys...</title><content type='html'>today was the bestest day ever!! I actually when karaoke and play pool with my two best working buddy... Kak lyn and kak ita... Kelakar gile kite tiga ekor... Even though kak lyn was actually upset with me cause i didnt turn up for her open house... I manage to pujuk her with the help of wak taris blues... Pak om om sam sam prom pang... Solat hajat... Ikmal... Irham... Fuyooo banyak pertolongan diperlukan untuk mencairkan hati kak lyn... Hehe... Kak ita lak cool je... Walaupun keje pagi.. Demi saya dan kak lyn dia dtg jugak... Kita sampai safra kul 3... Tapi gi main pool dulu 1hr... Me and kak ita je yang tau main... Kak lyn tukang tgk je... Hehehe actually banyak gambar atau posing yang kite amek... Hahaha kekek gile... Then kul 4 kite gi karaoke... Mcm2 lagu... Jiwang dangdut bollywood hollywood rap hip hop.. Semua jenis music kite bedal hahaha... It was so much fun... Then gi chong pang to take my new spect... Ooo i forgot to mention.. I make new spect cause my old spect that i modified(one side blue one side pink) was totally rabak already.. So make new one and now i am wearing the new one... Ade design kat tepi hhehehe... Oh back to the story, gi chong pang amek spect then gi ck then gi mcd makan then gi amek oxygen then kak lyn tahan taxi then balik... Hahaha oklah tu.. Satu hari enjoy then bsk lusa keje mcm org gile! Okay lah dah nak sleep esok full&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-4566216224967077952?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4566216224967077952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=4566216224967077952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/4566216224967077952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/4566216224967077952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/gua-enjoys.html' title='gua enjoys...'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-6400633484431019446</id><published>2009-09-30T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:11:54.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate tutututut Daamn you'/><title type='text'>thanks ya</title><content type='html'>i just dun noe what to start or how to start. I just felt hurt, really hurt, it like stabbing straight to the heart... All i need is a word and what i get was a damn hurting sentence wich is rude!! After all the years i been sacrifising for the person, what i get was a hurting sentence!! I sacrifing my studies my money and what i get was a DAMN FREAKING SENTENCE!! I borrow you everything even my money even at that point of time i noe i will be damn pokai... I make myself spent less just to let you have it... And now cause of a person who hurt a person that is with you the whole life... Thanks... Thank you very much for making me realise no matter what  the future and sacrifise im giving to you will make me the same freaking sentence u gave it to me... Thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-6400633484431019446?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6400633484431019446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=6400633484431019446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6400633484431019446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6400633484431019446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/thanks-ya.html' title='thanks ya'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-2916052266642228757</id><published>2009-08-29T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:22:22.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kerinduan yang tak pasti</title><content type='html'>ku dengar suara mu sayang... Memanggil- manggil namaku, ku dengar sendumu sayang di sudut anjung rinduku... Diruang memori bisu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagu yang aku sudah lama aku tidak dengari... Lagu yang memainkan watak kekasih yang jauh dkenang... Well guys... I got a surprise news... I just gt my hair perm up... Hahaha really... It nice n i like it... Cant pose my pic cause using phone to update is totally not able to put up any pic... Well ramadhan this month is going pretty well... After raya umar is head of to ns...  Well....                                   I nt going to say anything... Hope he be just fine... Well going to blanja my anak buah buka kat keje... I think we would just order piza or just head down to mac... Still deciding... Ok gonna sleep now... Mata nak tutup ah... Nak bangun ssahur lagi... Ok assalamualaikum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku sayang padamu sepenuh hati.. Ku cinta padamu pujaan hati...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-2916052266642228757?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2916052266642228757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=2916052266642228757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2916052266642228757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2916052266642228757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/kerinduan-yang-tak-pasti.html' title='kerinduan yang tak pasti'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-6286771380070474763</id><published>2009-08-19T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:37:12.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jangan Mengharapkan</title><content type='html'>Kadang-kadang kite tidak boleh nak mengharapkan sesuatu dgn ingatan dia akan mengingatkan kite...  Hidup ni bagaikan permainan jongkang-jongket (see-saw)&lt;br /&gt;Kaddang kala apa yang kite harapkn tidak kesampaian tapi ape yang kite tidak ingin akan terjadi... Untuk mendapatkan seseorg amat sukar tapi untuk mengecewekan seseorang begitu mudah dan hanya memerlujan beberapa saat sahaja... Kerinduaan tidak dapat di luahkan dgn kata-kata tapi ia dapat diluahkan dgn melihat dan mendengar.. Tapi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-6286771380070474763?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6286771380070474763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=6286771380070474763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6286771380070474763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6286771380070474763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/jangan-mengharapkan.html' title='Jangan Mengharapkan'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-582215682955221207</id><published>2009-08-19T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:33:48.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JODOH &amp; PERPISAHAN</title><content type='html'>Jodoh dibagi pada 3 jenis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodoh pertama jodoh dari SYAITAN, pertama kali bertemu, berpinpingan tangan lalu membuat maksiat, kemudian si gadis menggandung lalu bernikah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodoh kedua jodoh dari JIN, pertama kali bertemu, si jejaka menyukai si gadis tetapi si gadis tidak menyukai si jejaka, lalu si jejaka membomoh atau mengsihirkan si gadis akhir nya menikah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodoh akhir jodoh dari ALLAH, pertama bertemu bertentangan mata terus menusuk ke kalbu, si jejaka meminang si gadis, si gadis terima lalu bernikah.. Ini baru di namakan syurga cinta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perpisahan, andai kata seseorangan yang anda cintai atau sayangi terpaksa meninggalkan kamu, jangan terlalu sedih. Bersyukur lah kerna dia pernah skali mengembirekan dan menjadi sebahagian kenangan manis bersamamu. Terima saja dan redha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-582215682955221207?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/582215682955221207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=582215682955221207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/582215682955221207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/582215682955221207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/jodoh-perpisahan.html' title='JODOH &amp; PERPISAHAN'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-1632843341125888422</id><published>2009-08-14T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:52:44.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A.U.G.U.S.T</title><content type='html'>A. A new start and learn from the past&lt;br /&gt;U. Untie all the possible chanllenges that begin thrown to us&lt;br /&gt;G. Grow and be more mature each day, each second&lt;br /&gt;U. Unite the loves ones around us&lt;br /&gt;S. Step in a world that is never exist&lt;br /&gt;T. TERMINATED all enemy with a finger tip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys i think that my august plan... Well for all my friends befire i forget i would like to wish a advancce ramadhan day... May thhis coming ramadhan will actually help us to maintain our anger and lust for food, drink, porno, f word, c word all kinds of word. And hope we be able to see each of everyone after ramadhan to celebrate hari raya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today im feeling light, i mean there a kind of feeling of hapiness, less tension and love.. A mix of everything that make you feel light.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umar msg me... I start to miss him... I really dun know when we will get to meet.. He getting in NS soon... Hope he be doing fine... I dun noe y i got this scared feeling that when he meet me he will actually leave me n reject me cause of appearance... Im just scared... A feeling that never leave me when ever we try to meet up. A question that make me run away from meeting him... But a feeling that make me dun want to lose it either... Hows that?? That my love life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sales are getting bad each day... I hardly get 1.5k each day... Yesterday sales almost broke me down.. Only 7oo++... It was the worst figure ever!! Where is all the ppl man... Dear friends of mine that leave in yishun.. Im now working in yishun blk 293... Guardian next to the shop n save.. Do come in to buy things from there... So together you can help me increase my sales,.. At the same time we can meet up n know abt each other lifee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that it for today... Toomoro will be a long long long day! As y291 is having stock take n im the cross ic... Ok hope to c u soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* takziah kepada keluarga and kumpulan nasyid rabbani kerana kehilangan seseorg yg amat penting dlm kumpulan dan ahli keluarga, ketua kumpulan rabbani. (al- fathihah) moga dicucuri rahmat dan agar roh nye diletak bersma roh yang bertakwa... Amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-1632843341125888422?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1632843341125888422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=1632843341125888422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1632843341125888422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1632843341125888422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/august.html' title='A.U.G.U.S.T'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-1674914552371180968</id><published>2009-08-06T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:01:09.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a week..</title><content type='html'>well guys... How was urr weeek.. My was a bit terrible.. I gt sore eyes and it swollen up, met ija afer a long time, talk to my oldest friends, kena scold by customer, kene scold by'my area manager... eyes so itch.. What could be more good? so im signing off now.. Kind of lazy n blind as my eyess swillen n cant c what the hek im trping about but hope ir the right things huh... Ik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-1674914552371180968?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1674914552371180968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=1674914552371180968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1674914552371180968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1674914552371180968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-week.html' title='what a week..'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-1666050120108841401</id><published>2009-08-03T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:18:50.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hellozzz my darlingzzz...</title><content type='html'>hello, how are you gUys...&lt;br /&gt;Miss me?? U do? I miss you guys too!!&lt;br /&gt;Well alot has been happening since i came back from my june holiday huh... June?? Now already august means 2 mths already i havent update at all... How terrible is that! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my holiday was prefect.. Not as much as i expected but overall i enjoy it... &lt;br /&gt;Life is different now.. I no longer in northpoint im now in my own shop.. My own shop at blk 293 well cant expect much things...&lt;br /&gt;Life is more difficult then i thought.. Task aim n target is making me too workful n totally make me forgot how life  is  gettiing beautiful easch day... Friends are no longer there.. Sometie im feel left in abig room which i mmyself scare to roam n discover at each corner of the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love?? Well it no longer to be found.. The more i waant it to b closr the further it  going away from me.. Well i have a great news... I hange hndphone n now using line.. I brought e63.. A wifi phone n now u now  what im doing... Im updating my blog using hp!! Great huh!! Ok i will update again when i gt time!! I love u guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-1666050120108841401?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1666050120108841401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=1666050120108841401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1666050120108841401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1666050120108841401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hellozzz-my-darlingzzz.html' title='hellozzz my darlingzzz...'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-2635253302032072512</id><published>2009-05-22T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:24:53.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well...</title><content type='html'>i'm back to do some blogging!! next month is the most waiting month... im going on a holiday... been waiting for this for so long... i just cant wait!! that a good news.. well my hair is now terrible... well i noe the previous blog i said i like it.. well i did only that now.. it it terrible.. the kembang so much that when i wake up i look at the mirror and i look like a lion!!! well a cute lion of course... hahaha life is different now... im trying to impress my bosses that i could be an in charge for a store... im now learning all kinds of paper work that has to be done by a incharge... im really trying my best to remember every single detail... n now im praying that they will actually tranfer me out from nop... well i think working at nop for 5 yrs is enough i need new enviorment so that i can learn new things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i had a pleasant surprise last night.. i was missing my old working friend of my name "shandy" out of sudden he called me... i told him i miss him very much.. he said ya i miss u guys too... talk to him for 30 mins as lots of things happen... told him abt mini too... then time to put downn the phone as it time to close the shop told him to call me again today so i could let him talk to mini... then about 10.45 pm a message was received... guess who message me after a long time... UMAR... well he msg n ask how am i doing and apologise as he had not been msging me a long time.. i said it okay both of us were busy.. he told me that he been attach to a hotel... im glad he doing fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yesterday was the last episode of "embun mutiara".. a malay drama eventhough i follow the drama in the middle i found the drama was very interesting!! the ending was soooo sweet and surprising... i just totally fall in love with the ending.... the drama is about two sisters one named embun and the other was mutiara.. the hero in the family was named roni acted my " awal ashari" a new actor who is so good looking guy... well roni was suppose to get married with embun but embun was so obsess of being a model and left him alone during engagement and ask mutiara to pretend to be her...whiile she left for a model audition (imagine u are the groom and out of sudden the lady u love and was about to become ur fi'ance is running to go audition and ask her sister to take the place) roni was dissapointed in embun and roni mom agreed that roni should only engage with mutiara nnot embun as embun make a very bad impression and make the family name down... mutiara was unhappy as she did not want to make her sister angry and accusing her as a stealer to her boifrend.. at first roni agreed that probably he was destiny with mutiara and decided to go on with the marrige but he really in love with embun and he cant denied that... so mutiara when to c roni to break their engagement.. roni agreed n talk to his parent that he will only marry with embun but not mutiara.. at the day of the marriage... as what we expected... embun run away from the marriage to go to paris to become a model leaving roni alone waiting for her... roni mom want roni to get married with mutiara.. roni disagreed and ask them to wait for embun... the someone named laila who actually persuade embun to go catch her dream to become a model was the actual mother of embun and the father of embun was actually roni father so by religious embun and roni cant get married because they are related by the same blood... roni had no choice and married to mutiara... well the first night when roni step in to their bedroom.. mutiara was crying as she was not able to accept the situation... then roni came.. wipe her tears and tell her that" mutiara, maafkn abg. abg tahu abg salah, klau abg terima ketentuan illahi.. mungkin memang mutiara akan jadi isteri abg..." mutiara cried and he pull her into his arms.... haiz... if i can actually put the video u all will also melt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so in love... all i hope now that who ever im getting married to i will make sure he very loving and caring!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-2635253302032072512?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2635253302032072512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=2635253302032072512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2635253302032072512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2635253302032072512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/well.html' title='well...'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-7205218024838018546</id><published>2009-05-07T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:36:11.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a long pause</title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;long time huh....&lt;br /&gt;well,it a break from IT world...&lt;br /&gt;internet and computer stuff... throw my old computer due to oldness... now no more computer and the only way to go online is to use my bro in law computer when he didnt bring his lap top to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is really tough this few month... im feeling so so lonely and dissapointed...&lt;br /&gt;myy bestie is busy with schooling n her timetable is hard for her... when im free she not.. when she free im not.. umar been so quiet these days probably busy working... i did msg him sometime but my feeling is so weak to msg him more cause i dun hv feeling towards him... i know it been long i noe him but feeling is still not there.... i just dun noe y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zul the cal guy is really irratating but he didnt call me no more.. probably he knew im sick of his mushy mushy things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haD one week of holiday this month... a week of plan.. im still left two more days... well in the holiday week i manage to paint my whole room a new colour... purple harmonious... wonderful colours love it very much... i made strips at two wall and the other two wall i painted it full... a new look with new design...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo most unthoughtful thing i have done in the holiday is to CUT MY HAIR!!!! I CUT MY HAIR MAN!! i really did cut my hair... well at first i was just thinking then out of sudden i end up in a hair salon and said "excuse me i would like to cut my hair please..." the lady was shock to see my long long hair... she aSK how long i have not cut my hair... i said three years, she was shocked.. well cut my hair layered... it was a beauty.... love my hair but the kembang balik so.. i thought in next few month i will go rebond my hair again n the lady said to have a soft rebonding as it will look sweet with my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remmber i hv plan to go langkawi on june n was cancel... but now the dream is about to caMe through as cik uci plan it n we be flying of to LANGKAWI on the 11th june 2009 on a flight!! be there for 3 daays.... im so excited and already plan what to bring and what to wear... im so going langkawi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i be in again to up dated soon.. n listen to these song!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-7205218024838018546?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7205218024838018546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=7205218024838018546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7205218024838018546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7205218024838018546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-pause.html' title='a long pause'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-1332543665559745785</id><published>2009-03-20T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:51:51.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a song that CAPTURED the attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;See you all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never see you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I try to picture what's going on in your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He leaves you every night by yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He took your love and put it on the shelf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He doesn't really care how you feel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You should be moving on girl what's the deal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wana see you out that door... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cuz girl you know your worth much more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So baby tell me why you stick around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Always lonely and you only wear a frown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He don't treat you good and you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The only thing left is for you to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You shouldn't live a lie with someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When deep inside you know he ain't the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know what to say no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wana see you out that door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yah azizi (yo precious) is mahiri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really don't wanna see u cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mujko samjho dil peh mat lo (understand me don't take it to heart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't wana see another tear in your eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby break away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let him goI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don't know he's done to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I know that it's time to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girl your is love blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girl I understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That you're scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you feel that you might never love again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But baby that ain't true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No no no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know that there some there for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Someone that will see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That you are worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;An undiscovered treasure on this earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girl you know your worth so much more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wana see you out that door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yah azizi (yo precious) is mahiri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really don't wanna see u cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mujko samjho dil peh mat lo (understand me don't take it to heart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't wana see another tear in your eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby break away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let him go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know he's done to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I know it's time to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girl your is love blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yah azizi (yo precious) is mahiri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really don't wanna see u cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mujko samjho dil peh mat lo (understand me don't take it to heart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't wana see another tear in your eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby break away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let him go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know he's done to youBut I know its time to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-1332543665559745785?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1332543665559745785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=1332543665559745785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1332543665559745785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1332543665559745785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-that-captured-attention.html' title='a song that CAPTURED the attention'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-4314401085274059359</id><published>2009-03-12T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:00:25.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a secret!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;some people are enjoying their life to the fullest... and i just realise that im alone... just alone... no friends no boifriend... i just realise that when i really really in need of someone the someone i really need does have time with me... failed my btt twice... my bro pass in just one test... both btt and ftt in just one time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone ask if i wanna join him go langkawi... i really want to go.. im so interested to go.. and already making money planning... but it just had to be cancel... im so dissapointed.. then i tell him i had to cancel and tell him that i really want to go to the trip but he so damn STUPID!!! he act as if he dun give a damn about this trip!!!! i so fed up!! i hate my life!! i hate him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im thinking about my job!! i have been offer two jobs supervisor and sic... i dun noe wat am i going to choose... people say taking supervisor is good because the job is the same as normal PA but more pay... but it not challenging... become sic is challenging... and more stress!! but i noe i can make it to store in charge but i scared ppl dun hv the confident in me... n im also nt in gd term with serene... haiz... wat a life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i need right now is a FANTASY boifriend!!! who love me the way i am... who cares about me as long as he lives...!! haiz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-4314401085274059359?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4314401085274059359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=4314401085274059359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/4314401085274059359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/4314401085274059359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-people-are-enjoying-their-life-to.html' title='a secret!'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-3458369302597269575</id><published>2009-02-17T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:09:09.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><content type='html'>no flower, no chocolate&lt;br /&gt;no boifriend, no lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only friends...  oh.. btw it his birthday on that particular day&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO _ _ _ _!!&lt;br /&gt;only wish that i can give to you now... if we are destiny to be together hope i will able to give u even more wishes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine day... nthing much i do... well the nite before i went TT!!! at last it been longsince i have a tea pull!!! hahaha when there with ija of course... gave her roses... sweet rite.. haha tak malu puji diri sendiri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right at 12am wish him... and hope he had a blast day ahead... on valentine day itself when out with kak mar for a while... i end up getting so frust due to too MANY ROSES in every store!! and getting a little jealous cause i never had roses before.. well i tell him i wanted roses and he said he dun like roses!!! URGHH!! what kind of guy is him...!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i get his pic but it half the face so not going to pose it here.. buat menyemak blog aku aja.. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think time to go now.. tak tau lah nak tulis ape... takd crite best best.... i just wanna say that i think the feelings is coming soooonnn.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-3458369302597269575?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3458369302597269575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=3458369302597269575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/3458369302597269575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/3458369302597269575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine.html' title='Valentine'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-748336413778257317</id><published>2009-02-17T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:58:53.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerana Budi Ku Jatuh Hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tidak terdaya bagiku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meluah rasa terpendam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hendak memetik cintamu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bimbang nanti tidak kesampaian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kau bagai hujan yang datang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Menyiram musim kemarau &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Indah mu tiada bandingan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sedang aku cuma dagang yang merantau &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Terlalu banyak pengorbanan darimu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Susah senang ku kau mengambil tahu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sehinggakan ku rasa terharu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bila mengenangkan budi dan jasa mu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aku tahu siapa diriku &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bagaikan musafir yang menumpang lalu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aduhai sayang sungguh tidak ku menduga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Engkau datang membawa bahagia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Entah apakah gerangan di jiwa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hendak ku tinggal tiada berdaya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kerana budi aku jatuh hati &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aku tak mengerti ianya terjadi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kerana budi aku jatuh hati &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kepada mu kini cinta bersemi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-748336413778257317?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-7045768332750683570</id><published>2009-02-08T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T04:36:41.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sebersalah</title><content type='html'>aku rasa sebersalah dibuatnye... hanya kerna kehadiran seseorang lagi yang tidak aku kenali.. aku berkenalan dgn seorang hampir 5 bulan dan tiba-tiba ada orang menggangu ketenangan itu.. seseoran yang tidak aku kenali... dia memberitahu bahawa kite pernah saling mencintai dan aku pernah mengirim gambarku kepadanya tetapi aku pula yang menilangkan diriku daripadanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidak pernah teringat pun peristiwa itu... tapi suaranya amat ku kenali.. tia malam dia akan menelefonku.. bertanya khabar... aku melayan hanya kerna tanda berkawan tetapi dia memanggilku dengan panggilan sayang... aku hilang kata-kata klau aku mendiamkan diri, dia akan menyatakan aku sombong... apabila aku menyahut dia bertanya kalau aku tidak marah dengan panggilan itu... sebersalah aku dibuatnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiba-tiba aku teringat kembali sesorang yang aku selalu hubungi walaupun jarang berbual di telefon tapi pesanan ringkasnya tidak pernah putus... aku makin bersalah... apa aku harus lakukan... ingin aku putuskan dengan lelaki yang tidak ku tahu itu tapi suaranya bagaikan membuat aku tidak dapat berbuat begitu... suaranya yang menenangkan perasaan itu amat aku sukai... tapi klau 'dia' mendapat tahu aku ada hubungi orang lain tidakkah dia akan kecewa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi bagaimanakah perasaanku terhadapnya?? adakah aku menyayanginya atau sekadar rasa simpati... ak tidak patut berbuat begitu.. dirasakan bagai aku memainkan perasaannya sedangkan aku ahu benar perasaannya terhadapku.. perasaan SAYANG yang pernah dia luahkan kepadaku.. dan sanggup bertunggu untuk aku menerimanya... kusut kepalaku memikirkan nya... diri ini ingin menyatakan iya tapi hati ini berlainan kata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagi itu selepas berbual dengan 'tidakku kenali' aku diselubuti rasa bersalah lalu ak mengirimkan pesanan ringkas kepadanya kalau dia sudah terjaga atau pun tidak... tanpa melihat waktuaku terus menhantar pesanan itu lalu aku mendapati jam menunjukkan pukul 6 pagi... aku yakin diamesti sedang asyik dibuai mimpi.. aku tidak dapat melelapkan mata tiba-tiba, hp ku berdering dan aku terkejut melihat pesanan itu daripada dia... aku terus menyatakan bahawa aku ingin berbual dengan nya.. tidak lama dia menelefonku dan bertanya adakah aku mempunyaii masalah hingga menyebabkan aku menelefonnya pagi-pagi lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yana... awak okay ke?"&lt;br /&gt;"ada apa-apa yang menggangu awak ke? yana..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku menidakkan semua soalannya... rasa salah dan sedih membuatkan ku terdiam diri seketika... lalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dah lah... awak pergi tidur.. nanti besok lepas solat jumaat saya telefon awak... jangan fikirkan sangat apa yang awak pikir..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku akur lalu mengucapkan selamat malam walaupun aku tahu hari sudah menjelang subur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beberapa minit ade pesanan ringkas aku terima..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"saya tak tahu apa yang menggangu fikiran awak.. tapi saya doakan apa-apa pun ia tidak akan memberi awak jawapan yang susah... dah tidurlah sayang..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perkataan terakhir membuat jiwaku tenang dan akhirnya aku tersenyum... lalu terlelap hingga pagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adakah aku sudah jatuh hati dengannya? adakah aku sudah ingin menjadi miliknya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;okay tak member-member yang baca post nie?? heheheh actually ini bukan btul2 tapi cuma cubaan pasal selalu baca novel sampai rasa nak tulis lak... pernah sekali aku cuba ade lah dalam 30 page tapi terdelete.. dah 30 page sape nak tulis lagi??? hahaha... tapi okay tak? comment eh... ini se3mua rekaan semata2 bukan betul2 pun... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cerita ini aku rasa lengkap klau didendangkan dengan lagu 'disana menanti disii menunggu'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-7045768332750683570?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7045768332750683570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=7045768332750683570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7045768332750683570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7045768332750683570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/sebersalah.html' title='sebersalah'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-869983067520949209</id><published>2009-02-07T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T05:44:39.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOWER palette</title><content type='html'>It's the love month once again- have you thought what colours suits to give to someone special? Knowing the meaning behind each colour, will help you express yourself right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SY2H8Yjm9MI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vmU2WIfwiMg/s1600-h/PurpleFlower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300041807938647234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SY2H8Yjm9MI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vmU2WIfwiMg/s320/PurpleFlower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;-- &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PURPLE FLOWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is always tied to royalty &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nobility so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PURPLE FLOWER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;denote dignity, pride &amp;amp; sucess. Whether alone in bold range of hues or mixed with other colours, purple blooms represent accomplishment &amp;amp; admiration. It also is perfect for a lond-standing romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SY2H8Vrt_iI/AAAAAAAAAhM/H8qQc_s69ZM/s1600-h/tb_mecsek_yellow_flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300041807167356450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SY2H8Vrt_iI/AAAAAAAAAhM/H8qQc_s69ZM/s320/tb_mecsek_yellow_flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YELLOW FLOWER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a bouquet of this flowers never fails to make anyone smiles, as the colour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YELLOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;evokes feelings of joy &amp;amp; lightheartedness. It is also a symbol of friendship- a gift of this flowers can mean you are grateful for her company; otherwise it can mean you wants to slow things down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SY2Hfd2SpNI/AAAAAAAAAgs/6HBrHHOvwRU/s1600-h/orange%2520flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SY2H8AtwANI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tyDJnylgjCc/s1600-h/Pink_Flower-DSC00817c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300041801538732242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SY2H8AtwANI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tyDJnylgjCc/s320/Pink_Flower-DSC00817c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;--&lt;/span&gt; PINK FLOWER &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;symbolies femininity, grace &amp;amp; youth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK FLOWERS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;are best for the sweet, romantic person in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your life. Often, light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK FLOWERS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;represent admiration&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; gentleness, while darker&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ones express gratitude &amp;amp; appreciation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PEACH FLOWER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;combines the romance of pinks &amp;amp; the warmth &amp;amp; gratitude of orange shades. It offers a little more of friendship &amp;amp; thankfulness than the cutesy romance of a steaight pink flower. Mixed with orange and yellow, peach conveys a gratitude &amp;amp; tender feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SY2MfWgdXdI/AAAAAAAAAhc/rOavuoOcV7c/s1600-h/Peach_Flower_TJ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300046806730497490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SY2MfWgdXdI/AAAAAAAAAhc/rOavuoOcV7c/s320/Peach_Flower_TJ1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SY2OTl2qQkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/349XXvdPHI4/s1600-h/IMG_2624%2520beatufiul%2520white%2520flower%2520pretty%2520dark%2520green%2520background%2520good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300048803714974274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SY2OTl2qQkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/349XXvdPHI4/s320/IMG_2624%2520beatufiul%2520white%2520flower%2520pretty%2520dark%2520green%2520background%2520good.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;-- &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE FLOWER&lt;/span&gt; blossoms evoke simple beauty. W&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HITE&lt;/span&gt; often means purity, innocence &amp;amp; hope, so &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE FLOWERS&lt;/span&gt; are perfect for a new relationship, or if you want to show your love is pure. These flowers also have that quiet drama &amp;amp; elegance, which can surely take anyone's breath away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-869983067520949209?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/869983067520949209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=869983067520949209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/869983067520949209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/869983067520949209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/flower-palette.html' title='FLOWER palette'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SY2H8Yjm9MI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vmU2WIfwiMg/s72-c/PurpleFlower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-1485860261821520350</id><published>2009-02-05T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:40:15.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku kembali...</title><content type='html'>today i feel totallt romantic.. eventhough today some people try to spoilt my mood today... but seiously i feel really romantic and the believe that i have that one fine day i will find my 'right guy' is so strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i been long that i read a love novel... and thanks to norfaieza to bring me to the library i borrowed two love novel... one title: "segalanya untukmu" the other title: "gemersik kalbu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finish reading the first novel... the drama, the romantic scene, the fight, the making up... really touches my heart... and it really make myself happy and sad... out of sudden i want someone to call me sayang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang... and i know only one guy does that for me but... i hold myself... i dun want to cause any confusion... but today i feel like wanna talk to him... suddenly i miss his sms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;month of february is month of love... a month where most retail shop will expect more guys customer to buy somethings for their love ones as a valentine day present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this also the month where STUPID guys looking and sarching for girl to become their date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i been thinking so much about him today.... "ye sayang...." y am i so feeling this way today... im looking everything in a beautiful way... everything seem right even though today ibu seem angry with me... but i feel nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i feel like wanna watch disney princesses movies and their song... suddenly i feel wanna watch bollywood totally love movie... suddenly i feel like reading love novel will make my day right.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there a phrase in the novel that really captured my attention: "Ya ALLAH... kerana cintaku padanya, berkatilah hubungan ini. Sesungguhnya, aku terlalu menyayanginya. dia segalanya untukku, jiwa nadi dan nafasku..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerana cinta, dia sanggup jatuh kan ego nya untuk selamatkan nya dari maut... kerana cinta dia sanggup bersendirian and menunggu selama dua tahun berdiam diri... kerana cinta nafas and nadinya bagaikan ditarik dari dirinya... moga apa yang cinta ini lakukan kau berilah kekuatan untuk mereka yang akan merasainya....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-1485860261821520350?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1485860261821520350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=1485860261821520350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1485860261821520350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1485860261821520350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/aku-kembali.html' title='aku kembali...'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-4313207812537562969</id><published>2009-01-13T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:53:06.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-fail my btt today! my brother pass! a little down!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-4313207812537562969?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4313207812537562969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=4313207812537562969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/4313207812537562969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/4313207812537562969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/down.html' title='down'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-7993038821349676540</id><published>2009-01-05T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:45:25.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's hidden behind your name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SWL9vOK9_kI/AAAAAAAAAfg/r6r5qFicv1Q/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288067900186164802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SWL9vOK9_kI/AAAAAAAAAfg/r6r5qFicv1Q/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Are Seductive and Ruthless&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.You are loving, compassionate, and ruled by your feelings.You are able to be a foundation for other people... but you still know how to have fun.Sometimes your emotions weigh you down, but you generally feel free from them.You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality.You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website: &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2750795276317719445-7993038821349676540?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7993038821349676540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=7993038821349676540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7993038821349676540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7993038821349676540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-hidden-behind-your-name.html' title='what&apos;s hidden behind your name?'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SWL9vOK9_kI/AAAAAAAAAfg/r6r5qFicv1Q/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-2679197839725229705</id><published>2009-01-05T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:02:00.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SWIEQ_LIIFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HCMjMRLke5o/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287793602368905298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SWIEQ_LIIFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HCMjMRLke5o/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people always tell me that im wasting time watching bollywood movies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;every time im sad i will always watch bollywood movies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel whenever i watch bollywood movies it help out my self esteem that everyone has it on jodi(partner)... it just sooner or later it will just come in front of you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it true... what a girl wish is just for someone to love her more than she does for herself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it true... with true love we will see god in him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it true... if he really does love us, he will do everything to make all our sorrow into happiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it true... every life he spent is just to be with us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after every movie i watch.. i will always imagine that someone is there for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;people always says that when u head over heels over somebody u will lost all your attention?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it true.. when u find the true partner of your life.. u will feel comfortable and always happy by his side? the smile of his will make all your trouble vanished?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when do i really get my partner? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one that will make every sorrow to happiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one that would life to spent all his life to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one that would do anything to see my smile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one that would me feel comfortable when im by his side?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;do i have already meet that i??...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-2679197839725229705?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2679197839725229705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=2679197839725229705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2679197839725229705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2679197839725229705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-i.html' title='do i?'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SWIEQ_LIIFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HCMjMRLke5o/s72-c/DSC00085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-5859054634338951635</id><published>2008-12-12T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:10:42.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's talk</title><content type='html'>i had made a desicion of living guardian northpoint and asking transfer to other places... actually i wanted to work in smaller shop and at first i ask for transfer to chong pang guardian but the new sembawang shopping centre is about to open and kak siti ask whether i want to work with her or not... then i decided to go there... the shop is like old northpoint gusrdian... i said yes cause even im there considered i be SENIOR and abit of less work the at the northpoint now that im working... i just hope i will get transfer as soon as the visitor day end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umar... he gettting sweeter each day.. but i cant really love him like i want to.. hahaha i think every time i talk about him in my blog this seem to be the most familiar words... i just can't love/accept him in my life... but i like him.. that day we talk about marriage... hahaha... it fun to have a boy friend like him.. reminds me of school days... boys... haiz... life is very different... schooling times use to have million of friends.. but now, it left few... ija, abg mat friends and working friends... my life outside is smaller then it seem... i dun noe do i really want him or not... sometime guys word cant be trusted... sweet and making us blushed every words he uses... but end up those word that make us pain and suffered... i may not have one relationship yet but the surrounding relationship that break really effect me... choosing a boifriend is not simple as choosing cloths... eveni have difficulties of choosing cloths... hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u think im ready? do u think im capabil of having this relationship? do u think he serious? im so scare and nevous each time he tells me his feeling and hoping one fine day that i will accept him... my gosh.. will that fine day come?? tell me...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279121795468113506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SUM1TZDmNmI/AAAAAAAAAfI/HyYpABAXHPg/s320/DSC00862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-5859054634338951635?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5859054634338951635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=5859054634338951635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/5859054634338951635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/5859054634338951635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-talk.html' title='let&apos;s talk'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SUM1TZDmNmI/AAAAAAAAAfI/HyYpABAXHPg/s72-c/DSC00862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-8199740311555769311</id><published>2008-12-06T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:38:04.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fault?!</title><content type='html'>i love her... really i do... maybe i dun show it to her and always hurt her... but do u think she love me?? now everything is my fault... all things... im working to have money to less my family burden and all i wish was she understand how i feel wen she was in school and i end up spending times with my mum... all the complain! all the nagging! all the tears my mum shed for he and my sis.... now this has to be end up all the way like that? must i be the only good one? am i only has to give my ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some time i really has to give myself to pampered, i cant always think of other people... i have to think of myself too... i always want to bring her out, watch movie.. bring her go makan... but she a angel for that particular moment and when im home she be the damn bloody idotic DEVIL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so angry.... she just like my big sis... only think about themselves... does she ever think of all the burden i been carry even before kak mar was even married?? dun say about b4 marriage even now after marriage i still carring her burden... FRIENDS, ENJOYMENT,RELAXING!!&lt;br /&gt;have i have it now? do u tink i go out and sit at teh tarik cause i enjoy, cause im having fun???? im so strss out sitting at home, naggin by my mum cause of abg ikin, ayah, kau!!!! anak kak mar?? aku tk payah ade kehidupan sendiri ke? aku kene pikir pasal korang semua ke tiap-tiap hari, tiap-tiap saat? duit aku hilang ade aku minta korang??? semua pakaian aku ka pakai ade aku curi balik? semua aku punya dah jadi klau punye... ape lagi kau nak ain? memang aku dah ak pikir psl ibu agi... pasal aku tak larat... aku nak ade matair pun aku keberatan pasal asyik pikirkan korang!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wnt my life... im sick and tired of being a good girl... just please leave me alone... im so tired of living... all i have is this stupid tired of living feeling... let me have my teenage life hat i always wnted!!! boys.. hanging out..movies... money.... please let me have them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please dun let me regret of having you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-8199740311555769311?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8199740311555769311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=8199740311555769311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/8199740311555769311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/8199740311555769311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-fault.html' title='my fault?!'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-305918189188624867</id><published>2008-12-01T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:13:45.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>held my hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/STP9_ji5x5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/qP9k5UxTRNk/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274838856896202642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/STP9_ji5x5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/qP9k5UxTRNk/s320/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so complicated huh... everything that we want doesnt really what we get...&lt;br /&gt;there people who love me alot but im the one whom reluctant to reach out...&lt;br /&gt;what am i thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im too scared... people said i have to reach out... but the oint when im reaching out there are some 'GHOST' trying to scare me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'you are simple and independent girl that i have known, and im falling in love with that girl!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dun noe what to answer... reaching out in relationship is not easy as you people thinks....!!!&lt;br /&gt;last time im use to think having BGR is simple as ABC.. it either u say yes or u say no... if yes u got big tyme ya! if u said no... u and the guy will ave complicated to have a simple communication... haiz... but for me.... i think it the FIRST BLOODDYY FIRST time to have a REALLY BGR thing.... im going crazy... i just dun noe what to do here... this stupid thing have been stuck since the day to teh tarik!! OMG!! totally forgot to update about that very very happyyy day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have make a big treat for my BIL, sister, BIL friend(abg adi) and BIL friend GF(kak aidah)... i love them very much!!! ooooohhhh also for my sweet cutey twin(from different parent) NORFAIEZA.... but, but, but the day was more SPECIAL with the appearance of IJA BOIFRIEND! and her childhood friend nur... nur is very sweet looking... well apparently ija boifrend did a dissapointed first impression on me... he was so quiet... allo bro try lah talking.,.. i ne i noe first time huh... meeting ija so call lepak family!!! hahaha great time and at last i get to eat the CRAB!!!!!!! superb beb... had alot of seafood... there was prawn, stingray, beef, crab, kerang and kangkong!!! and most important part!! IT CHEAP!!!! AND IT NICE!!!!! recommanded to go there again guys!!!! love it... it worth it lah!! then actuallly we wanted o head out to kareoke but all booking was full or the timing was tooooo lllllaaaaattttteeee!!!.... then head down home around 2.30am.... lepak outside my house.... tilll 5.30am!! imagine!! ooo i brought ben n jerry actually... the phish chocolate one.... it sssssssssssooooooooo yum chewy chocolatey great... the mashmelllow and bit of chocolate ... was ssssoooo wooonderful... i had half of the tub eventuallly.... hahahaha wish ija was with me so we can finish it up... but kak aidah help me finish it!!! great!!! then we watch WUJUD 3 at you tube using abg mat lap top... seram tu okay2 lah... then sleep then wake up at 7am to go to work... i only sleep for 1 and half hours... imagine that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooohhh the day day before... when watch movie if my darlink.... we watch WILD CHILD!! superb and sweet..... the guy the principal son was HOT man!!! wow!!! can be more prefect this two days.... i told myself i will do it again!!!! I LOVE MYSLF YA!!!! pictures time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/STP-AXxIMCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/g2NalEB7JcY/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274838870914510882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/STP-AXxIMCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/g2NalEB7JcY/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  the main dish: CHILLI CRAB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/STP-a4NQFGI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ok1U-GKrwEg/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274839326299001954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/STP-a4NQFGI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ok1U-GKrwEg/s320/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    in the cinema first to come in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/STP-alH593I/AAAAAAAAAe4/96X3GFtAk1I/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274839321176307570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/STP-alH593I/AAAAAAAAAe4/96X3GFtAk1I/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 had great time together... ooo so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/STP-aW7kpNI/AAAAAAAAAew/8W_vMUr9qKs/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274839317366482130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/STP-aW7kpNI/AAAAAAAAAew/8W_vMUr9qKs/s320/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       gather-gather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/STP-A0PByXI/AAAAAAAAAeo/AnCmMDmYQBc/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274838878556113266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/STP-A0PByXI/AAAAAAAAAeo/AnCmMDmYQBc/s320/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             will come again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-305918189188624867?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/305918189188624867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=305918189188624867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/305918189188624867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/305918189188624867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/held-my-hand.html' title='held my hand'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/STP9_ji5x5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/qP9k5UxTRNk/s72-c/DSC00192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-6589171745288401589</id><published>2008-11-23T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:43:20.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate it!!! i hate it!</title><content type='html'>i hate my job!!! i really do hate my job very very verymuch!!! cause of this job i had so much misunderstanding! cause of this job i get so tired!!! cause of this job, i end up being lazy!!!!!!! i hate this job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday thinking should i just tranfer to other place! i hate it man! everyday thinking how can i change so that i spent less time at work!! i reallllllly hatteeee my job!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my feeling to go work is sooooooooo mmmmmuuuuccccchhhh llllllaaaaazzzzziiiiiieeeeerrrr!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;i hate it man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to take 1 week of annual leave!!! maybe on the 7th till 14th of december.... in that week i will plan as much programme as i can... like making a date with my sweetheart, go watch movie!! go mkn.... go picnic with my cousin at sembawang.... just stay at home sleep.... i will ask for it man!!! i will reallly ask for it!!!! im reallly piss off with my work... anyone can find me a work!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-6589171745288401589?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6589171745288401589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=6589171745288401589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6589171745288401589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6589171745288401589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/hate-it-i-hate-it.html' title='hate it!!! i hate it!'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-8852599650078639379</id><published>2008-11-22T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:15:16.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how i mean to you?</title><content type='html'>i never thought that i will miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never thought that i will end up hurting myself of missing you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never thought that the distance we had will end up making us spending less time together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never thought that i will be envy of you with your friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what keeping us separated? my job or school or friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day i miss you so much is the day i end up meeting all my school friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they look happy... having lunch at the kfc make me remember how much chilli sauce u need and cause me to laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun noe whether u miss me or not... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day i need u the most, that the day u didnt pick up the phone... that the day i end up crying as much as i feel ALONE at the staircase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the time i try to spent with u ending up myself stuck at work and u stuck with school work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it im just feeling this way or we are both busy with our daily routine... i miss you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSgpQI6GAMI/AAAAAAAAAeI/AAQ61uNASeg/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271508721082958018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSgpQI6GAMI/AAAAAAAAAeI/AAQ61uNASeg/s320/DSC00655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            i love you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;umar.... the last day i sms you... i felt nothing.. just nothing... thre no feel of missng u at all... then the next day i feel abit weird cause i dun receive any sms from u at all... then i thought maybe u will sms me later.. but no... end up i forget abt you.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then one day u sms me,"i miss you".... first expression was shock... i didnt noe that u really miss me... then everything came up to my mind... how u use to sms me... then i starting to realise maybe i meant something to you but i dun noe y i dun miss you at all and dont even care whether u smsing other girl or u fine or not... i just dun noe y... i been thinking of this many times.. but i still dun get the answer... but im looking forward for the date u had plan... maybe that will be the day that might just change my feeling toward u.... here i just would like to say... i thank god to have a friend like you that actually likes me alot... thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO FUZIANA!! im sorry cause i didnt remember your birthday at all... maybe cause we didnt contact much ya!!! HAppy BIrthday FUzzy!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271515261888777330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSgvM3TuTHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/HdOqpibsRXk/s320/1_497533775m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-8852599650078639379?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8852599650078639379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=8852599650078639379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/8852599650078639379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/8852599650078639379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-i-mean-to-you.html' title='how i mean to you?'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSgpQI6GAMI/AAAAAAAAAeI/AAQ61uNASeg/s72-c/DSC00655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-8850027475304808279</id><published>2008-11-19T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:50:58.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPvLruqJtI/AAAAAAAAAU8/BwYSm-ZlBhU/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270318972949636818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPvLruqJtI/AAAAAAAAAU8/BwYSm-ZlBhU/s320/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPvLLShYrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/DfJjDJw977E/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270318964241687218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPvLLShYrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/DfJjDJw977E/s320/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPvLKhIP8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/XUjW1Cpi3ZE/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270318964034518978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPvLKhIP8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/XUjW1Cpi3ZE/s320/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPvK_OFY8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/2t4EyFAvwgA/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270318961001849794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPvK_OFY8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/2t4EyFAvwgA/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPvKyYYrvI/AAAAAAAAAUc/roI4J0aeBrk/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270318957555396338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPvKyYYrvI/AAAAAAAAAUc/roI4J0aeBrk/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPuKKU1JII/AAAAAAAAAUU/UyYePM0dAd0/s1600-h/ST830959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270317847291438210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPuKKU1JII/AAAAAAAAAUU/UyYePM0dAd0/s320/ST830959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPuJqtlS-I/AAAAAAAAAUM/ppXnlA_3Om8/s1600-h/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270317838805322722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPuJqtlS-I/AAAAAAAAAUM/ppXnlA_3Om8/s320/DSC01031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPuJZ3skRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/M-oCNZqykUw/s1600-h/DSC00923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270317834284339474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPuJZ3skRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/M-oCNZqykUw/s320/DSC00923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPuJaeG0NI/AAAAAAAAAT8/H-0GiOL-8XM/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270317834445443282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPuJaeG0NI/AAAAAAAAAT8/H-0GiOL-8XM/s320/DSC00921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPuJJWkV7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/o2Qz2WatTy8/s1600-h/Photo0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270317829850421170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPuJJWkV7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/o2Qz2WatTy8/s320/Photo0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-8850027475304808279?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8850027475304808279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=8850027475304808279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/8850027475304808279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/8850027475304808279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='memories'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SSPvLruqJtI/AAAAAAAAAU8/BwYSm-ZlBhU/s72-c/DSC00827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-6185069326889044517</id><published>2008-11-19T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:51:33.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely</title><content type='html'>im so lonely... im really am... everyday thinking when why where i did sumthing that cost me to be lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just so lonely....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-6185069326889044517?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6185069326889044517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=6185069326889044517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6185069326889044517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6185069326889044517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/lonely.html' title='lonely'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-1435475978023155307</id><published>2008-11-13T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:49:14.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do i have the answer?</title><content type='html'>Why do i have the feeling people around me are changing?&lt;br /&gt;or is it im the one changing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been very very hard this week... all i do is work..&lt;br /&gt;full shift full shift all week... im getting tired and almost give up&lt;br /&gt;even the part timers ar giving me problems... i almost wanted to slap the faces!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the tired cause me to sleep and wake late and this make big problem at home&lt;br /&gt;as mum keep scolding and end up we hardly talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ibu, yana tau sejak-sejak ni yana selalu buat ibu marah, maafkan yana&lt;br /&gt;yana kerja pun untuk bantu ibu dengan ayah... maafkan yana bu.. yana selalu sayangkan ibu..&lt;br /&gt;kemarahan ibu buat yana lagi ingin bantu ibu... kesedihan ibu selalu yang beri dorongan untuk jangan putus asa demi ibu... yana tahu sejak kerja yana jarang duduk rumah, tolong ibu masak, tolong jaga cucu-cucu ibu... yana betul minta maaf! yana janji selagi yana hidup kemarahan ibu yang ibu berikan kat yana akan yana tukarkan menjadi keceriaan seumur hidup ibu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMAR a small part of my life... single day u msg me without miss... day or night, rain or sunny, sick or healthy u will still msg me... but till now i can accept u in my heart, i dun noe y... i just cant, it feel as if my heart is been close to guys... i really like you.. the way u care but still i dun noe why i cant accept you... i find it special cause u are the frst guy to tell me that im sweet and cute in just thru pictures... im not pretty... i hv many responsiblity that might cause of no time spending with u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired, im really am... and i dun noe how to relax myself now... having long off also doesnt reduce my tiredness....y?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-1435475978023155307?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1435475978023155307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=1435475978023155307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1435475978023155307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1435475978023155307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-i-have-answer.html' title='do i have the answer?'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-1402504913692492724</id><published>2008-11-06T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T05:32:44.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>part of life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SRLx9MJ6QdI/AAAAAAAAATs/MX4mXQjJBrY/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SRLx9MJ6QdI/AAAAAAAAATs/MX4mXQjJBrY/s320/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265536947886637522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i starting to be very silly this days... i dun noe y.. and i starting to hate my werking place... but when im with my ladies friends i njoy the day very much... betul,betul,betul... i felt jealous when i c ija with her school friends and sometim i regret im not in school again.. but that tottally not true... im gong to go register my drving license this saturday... totally excited about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umar a new chapter in life... a new beginning after my birthday... im still calling and smsing him till now... surprise huh...he been giving me this talk of y am i not yt have a bf and y.. and my answer will also be the same that im still scare and dun really know what to expect having a bf... it totaly new thing ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtime.. i do really feel it time to have someone... then this stupid guy will spoilt everything... i just dun noe y.. sometime i fine it very very lazy to even smsing him...tapi then i feel bad.. cause he will eventually sms and keep smsing till 1am then he will end with this sms,"u dah tidokan.. takpe u tido i tau u penat.. bsk kite sms k, gd nite sweetty"... then i will feel really terrible cause i didnt sms him at all... life is really confusing sumtime... u dun really know wat to choose at certain decision..it just life multipel question in driving license where all the answer is right but it wants the exactly and safest answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i been really feeling downthis days... feeling as in i had to quit job and just stay in bed for a month!... i think i just need a vacation just for resting... any place recomanded? im thiking of langkawi... i been wanting to go there... i dont noe y...&lt;br /&gt;betul,betul,betul!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-1402504913692492724?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1402504913692492724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=1402504913692492724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1402504913692492724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1402504913692492724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-of-life.html' title='part of life...'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SRLx9MJ6QdI/AAAAAAAAATs/MX4mXQjJBrY/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-8795722988973841877</id><published>2008-10-31T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T04:44:01.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>working friends</title><content type='html'>days have been quite fines... enjoy my working days with great people... guardian had just went a minor renovation which cause the pharmacy counter to be long and the store room to be very small... and cause trouble to me!!! i hate the storeroom but i love the pharmacy place...  hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last two days i just when to causeway bazaar and i found some bollywood cd... i brought 3cds.. temptation, bachena a haseno and ugly aur pagli.. the bachena a haseno is great movie!! those who likes to break people heart should watch tis movie and be a lesson to them!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo... i been surrounded by beatiful ladies at my working place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SQv6DWoRxBI/AAAAAAAAATc/MOBWWM5JlDU/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SQv6DWoRxBI/AAAAAAAAATc/MOBWWM5JlDU/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263575525033624594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from left to right: Farly(me!),Jovilyn,Mini and Arlyn.... my beautiful working ladies... jovilyn will be back to her home town soon as it was part of attachment from her school... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SQv6nBw97TI/AAAAAAAAATk/xa9qErUKOFM/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SQv6nBw97TI/AAAAAAAAATk/xa9qErUKOFM/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263576137908219186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this picture was taking when i and her was busy cleaning up the store room and finds some men brief... and we had a little acts of the people in the working place... hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo i want to post two video... stupid video but very funny... cannot man.. i dun noe y... nvr mind i try next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-8795722988973841877?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8795722988973841877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=8795722988973841877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/8795722988973841877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/8795722988973841877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/working-friends.html' title='working friends'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SQv6DWoRxBI/AAAAAAAAATc/MOBWWM5JlDU/s72-c/DSC00017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-6894160619373476755</id><published>2008-10-29T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:32:45.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im so confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SQinq6f_DAI/AAAAAAAAATM/PbUrBEzsFZ8/s1600-h/DSC01029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SQinq6f_DAI/AAAAAAAAATM/PbUrBEzsFZ8/s320/DSC01029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262640520282180610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me... am i suppose to get bored when talking to a guy?? huh?? im really confused... first time hear the voice, i was so interested but then today when talk on the phone i find it bored to death talking to him and getting irratating... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i just really dun noe what to expect and do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe cause im not familiar with this type of sitution where i need to tell him how my days goes... may customer or not... what i eat...haiz... do u think we can go longger?? or mayb im just choosy?? can be mah... i just dun noe what to expect from him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said last time he use to lepak at northpoint and btw he an X-ITE BEDOK student!!!!&lt;br /&gt;smsing was fine with me but talking on the phone seem to have a little problem.. you know... ok lets forget abt it.. i think i will ask my advisor(ms ismail) about this problems...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let start talking abt today... came to work a little lazy.. as my working darlink mini is on deepavali vacation and will be back tomoro(today) aftrnoon... can wait to c her... can wait to hear all her complains... hahaha i miss u kamini!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok today.. my lovely RE came very very very late for work.. he came at 6pm!! could u believe that... an RE came at 6pm... wow amazing right! but what i can say... i know he will be late as the night before he when drinking with his ffriend and go see BLUe(his thai girlfriend) BLUE very pretty sial!! really i saw her pic ready... well she a thai... of course lah pretty... then last minit there a mini contruction to be put on and the manscame at 10.30 siak!! my RE angry ready.. cause he plan to go drink(again!) with his brothers!!! i can't do anything and ask him to go ahead cause if he there with me.. he would give a hand anyway... he was so happy that he hugged me... well bro n sis... i dun mind...i thought i need to stay late as i haven't put the 7 days promo ticket on the shelving.. but i cancel it as i let aunty kim and evon go home and left me alone in the store... very scary feeling siak!! eeeee... i so not going to do that again... and when im alone there like image and feeling that someone is staring and standing beside me...ooooooo... but im praying to god may itall my imagination.... november coming in and christmas will aLSO reaching soon... haiz... i just miss school time but i noe.. i have to forget abt it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to eja: babe... i miss you yaar... when meeting me? will u follow me if they are going to teh tarik again? PLEASE BACK UP UR DRIVING SINCE UR INSTRUCTOR ALREADY TELLING U THAT UR DRIVING IS GETTING BAD TO WORST!! IT SURPOSE TO BE BAD TO GOOD! i dun mind u failing ur ftt but please back up on ur drving skills... please... mein tumshe bohot pyaar karti hu.. aur tum... pleas yaar mere liye tum pass tumhara driving license... tike... hehehe i know u wont understand but please back up ok!! i love u!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SQisKXp6EPI/AAAAAAAAATU/GXwx6vXLbMo/s1600-h/DSC00877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SQisKXp6EPI/AAAAAAAAATU/GXwx6vXLbMo/s320/DSC00877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262645458730881266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss u mini!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-6894160619373476755?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6894160619373476755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=6894160619373476755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6894160619373476755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6894160619373476755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-confused.html' title='im so confused'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SQinq6f_DAI/AAAAAAAAATM/PbUrBEzsFZ8/s72-c/DSC01029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-8789303970321724179</id><published>2008-10-28T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:22:47.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im not sure of myself</title><content type='html'>hello... today i just got the feeling of blogging and i dun noe y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this fews day i been smsing with a guy.. very nice and simple.. age 19 and waiting for ns... he never miss to sms me every single day... i enjoy smsing with him but at the same time am scare too... i dun hv any boiriend before and i have made u my mindset that i will never have one in my teenage life due to my size... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought when i noe him w will stay as friend and he will stop smsing me when he saw my picture... but no.. he keep on smsing me eventhough he already saw my pic.. and said im cute(well i noe it myself eventhough u dun tell me...)hahaha... we became great smsing friend.. everyday every min he will sms and ask wat im doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday i saw his picture... well acceptable like in malay said sedap mata memandang ah... but im so scare.... so scare.. then yesterday i was just about to sleep.. he ask whether he can call for a while.. i was so nervous.. i dun noe y i feel so nervous for the first time just to talk to a guy.. it never happen to me before man... the feeling like like going to take exam man!! really scare and nervous...thenn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he call... my god.. his voice... his voice is soooooooooo sweet...haiz... then there a huge happy feeling that cause me to lose my sleep... that point of time all i can think was his voice... " u nangis eh?haha.. oklah u sleep, bsk u kej kan.. ok goodnite..."... haiz... i was like a lost for awhile... then i accidentally press music on my phone and guess what... st12 song came out "aku masih sayang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau rinduku jiwaku indah memanggil dirimu&lt;br /&gt;mataku terbangun untuk menanti&lt;br /&gt;menantimu…&lt;br /&gt;jangan pernah kau ragukan cinta yang sesungguhnya&lt;br /&gt;itu bisa menghancurkan semua bukan begitu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* aku sungguh masih sayang padamu&lt;br /&gt;jangan sampai kau meninggalkan aku&lt;br /&gt;begitu sangat berharga dirimu bagiku&lt;br /&gt;dan ku pastikan setia dihatimu&lt;br /&gt;dan ku korbankan semuanya untukmu&lt;br /&gt;sungguh kuberharap begitu padaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coba engkau rasakan cinta yang begitukan mengesankan&lt;br /&gt;yakin pasti dapatkan kemesraan yang penuh bintang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://b.7.p.8.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://b.7.p.8.aimini.net/play/?fid=8P7bjN1b09A5PRmMrwn5&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://b.7.p.8.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://b.7.p.8.aimini.net/play/?fid=8P7bjN1b09A5PRmMrwn5&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im crazy... well lets change topic... it been long time since i meet my darlink ija..&lt;br /&gt;that day we meet at ma house and then we headed down to teh tarik at sembawang road and lepak with my sis and my bro-in-law and gang... gerek gile... all of them kelakar nak mampos... hahaha takle angkat... hot topic was about abg azmi who join kuda kepang and been recognise as babi hutan... hahahaaha takle angkat seh!! ija do my hair hair that day... i love it!! thank darlink i love u yaar(mean friend)... we lepak there till 1am then head home.. send ija first then back home.. well it doesnt end there... abg mat(bro-in-law) and gang make video... keke gile... first video i miss but then they make dikir barat video... hahaha then lagu bomoh dangdut eh... i dun noe the tittle.. but that video abg mimi was acting as possesed and abg mat was the bomoh... kelakar.. then they make short movie hantu... cause abg mimi that day wore black totallly black... hahaha i think i will post it soon... i want to go teh tarik again... i want to eat the satay lah!!! so caving of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more story... i wanna take my driving license soon... pay getting i nd i will register and then bbt start!! just wish me luck and home i will pass the first bbt so i dun hv to go again k !!! ok guys... im signing off now!!! shut up and bounce!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SQfybtpFwyI/AAAAAAAAATE/zvaCyKU1Kw0/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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pass....</title><content type='html'>it been two month since i have stop &lt;br /&gt;                  blogging and today... today ihave a mood to blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     first i would like to wish myself a very very &lt;br /&gt;                          very happy birthday... may all my &lt;br /&gt;             wish would come true and hope to get myself a 'first love'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          second i would like to thank god &lt;br /&gt;             for giving my a wonderful 18 years of life in his beautiful &lt;br /&gt;                         world where i found many beautiful&lt;br /&gt;       meaning and learning that help to guy my way through this wonderful years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     thirdly i would like to thank a very special person &lt;br /&gt;         who always there for me whether raining or windy whether sunny or stormy&lt;br /&gt;                    whether sad or happy she will be always there for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           that special person is non other that&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'NORFAIEZA ISMAIL'&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     in this particular day i would like to thank you &lt;br /&gt;                          for all the support you given me... the ears&lt;br /&gt;             always hears my cry... the hands that hold me, the love that &lt;br /&gt;                               pushed me to reach higher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           thank you again... i love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SPXqcDKZvHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1HBTQTtNKl4/s1600-h/15257941a1144375803b721342893l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SPXqcDKZvHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1HBTQTtNKl4/s320/15257941a1144375803b721342893l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257365907631094898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-7587177935698481586?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7587177935698481586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=7587177935698481586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7587177935698481586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pause in life</title><content type='html'>helllo.. first i would like to say I LOVE YOU to all my friends, to those i know, to those i have yet known n to whom i spending my life with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is getting tougher each day and making me remember that responsiblity is getting bigger each day... i have convert to full timer n work as been the same as only now paid is lesser and i been matured every single day.. comping life and hoping that mr right will come soon and help me release all my hardness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes im tired of my single life... im too tired that i feel lonely... im very indipendent.. i know it just that sometime a lover is just the person i need at certain time... 24hrs of working and seeing different people enter the shop with different attitude n demand making me realise how ungreaatful are we as human.. seeing people singing n moves lowly in hearing the music i played making me realise how people like us have great apprieaciate on music n breaking all our shyness just to move a bit following the melody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life as been so much different... im starting to miss skoollife very much... meeting new boyfriends and girlfriends is making me scared how will i getting in my social life.. a little hope is all i need from myself and making me as confident as myself like the school days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single paid i get is all spend on household... mom brother sister... i seldom get anything for myself... just a few treat for my friend is also meant for treating myself for all the hard work i done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new computer has to be brought, to have car license and to buy furniture for room, giving spenses to brother, keeping some for my own education is all making sense now.. how money really does makinng our world go round... nothing is free in this world... even SEX is not free!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime i just feel i want to live in my fantasy world where all my dreams guys are there... all the love i can get... no hardship no sadness... all the happy momonts.. all the romantic moments... all that i dreams.. or maybe just like in bollywood movies.. all the singing, dancing, love n most hero...&lt;br /&gt;people says little love is little of magic.. and i just need a bit of magic.. a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those i really want cant be mine those i really dont want can be mine.. n when i wants to be mine, im the one who reject it.. y?maybe i just hoping too much huh?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... to my loving NORFAEIZA ISMAIL who now taking driving license... i hope u pass ur test with flying cars... to my dear ERNIE WAHYUNIE hang on there... there so much to c n learn... mistake are always known as lesson... to my cutey NURUL FUZIANA i hope u will have a lovly holiday in bali and enjoys ur day and hope ur relationship with ur hubby will last long till marriage....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last i love all of YOU.. if u got problems just remember... "thoda pyaar thoda magic" means "a bit of love is a bit of magic"!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-4349771203040403267?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4349771203040403267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=4349771203040403267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/4349771203040403267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/4349771203040403267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back-after-long-pause-in-life.html' title='im back after a long pause in life'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-709383569725248172</id><published>2008-05-10T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T06:16:52.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just had to stay calm and go through it easily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SCWeV1_vvhI/AAAAAAAAASA/68o_5aWxK_I/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SCWeV1_vvhI/AAAAAAAAASA/68o_5aWxK_I/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198735442977996306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope all my friend are enjoying their moment in school and not forgetting me... i been sick this few days.. and i realise not even one cared about mme been sick... demam, muntah and everyone at home like didnt even notice it and even scolded me for sleeping too much... seeing my nephew hurt his lips and swollen make me realise how have i not been at home like last time... not talking to my mum much has made me realise how i miss her scolding very much... not seeing my good friends and seeing them happy with other people making realise i had no one to talk to... seeing people walking out with family member making me realise how i spent less time with my own family members... seeing my tears rolling down every night before i sleep making me realise i had making myself to tired... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i come home all my family members has already sleep or busy with their own things... mum not waiting for me anymore... no friends caling me any more... i just feel im no one anymore... seeing student came back from school make me rember all those precious memories i had with al my friends... everyday i prayed that what ever mood or situation aree they in and onto they will be able to do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just getting myself hurt... so hurt that i feel that if i were to leave this world would anyone would really remember me like i do remember them?&lt;br /&gt;would they??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-709383569725248172?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/709383569725248172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SCWeV1_vvhI/AAAAAAAAASA/68o_5aWxK_I/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-8955388102585221372</id><published>2008-04-18T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T05:45:20.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im losing myself out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SAiNEdZKu3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mVFdizSjbPE/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SAiNEdZKu3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mVFdizSjbPE/s320/DSC00875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190553678293678962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im alone again... seeing my friends all go back to sch make me left out.. but i know that what ever im doing is the right thing.. i have not been to school cause im saving money so i can go to school not stopping school.. i have made up my mind to have private diploma in hotel management... maybe it will be kaplan but still not sure... working life is a great fun... people has been keep asking me to change to full time since my pay is almost the same as the full timers.. and i keep thinking till now... please tag me and tell SHOULD I BE UPGRADE MYSELF TO BE A FULL TIME? my working schedule and knowledge has make myself tight of woking schedule.. even my off days i have to come to work.. just like today... but im okay as long as my pay still going in... lets show some pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SAiUt9ZKu9I/AAAAAAAAARo/zzj7YvDCLfk/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SAiUt9ZKu9I/AAAAAAAAARo/zzj7YvDCLfk/s320/DSC00881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190562087839644626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               \/&lt;br /&gt;                               \/&lt;br /&gt;                               \/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SAiUkdZKu8I/AAAAAAAAARg/Z1qleubbDtg/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SAiUkdZKu8I/AAAAAAAAARg/Z1qleubbDtg/s320/DSC00880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190561924630887362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               \/&lt;br /&gt;                               \/&lt;br /&gt;                               \/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SAiUQdZKu7I/AAAAAAAAARY/xMylcXHQbtA/s1600-h/DSC00877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SAiUQdZKu7I/AAAAAAAAARY/xMylcXHQbtA/s320/DSC00877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190561581033503666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the picture above are my best working buddies.. they are yana, kamini and huda... they are my best working buddy and next blog i will post a very special person that i like the most at my woking place.. she very sweet.. she even gave us something very percious...&lt;br /&gt;                            \/&lt;br /&gt;                            \/&lt;br /&gt;                            \/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SAiV3tZKu-I/AAAAAAAAARw/q7CN8JaNyJU/s1600-h/DSC00883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SAiV3tZKu-I/AAAAAAAAARw/q7CN8JaNyJU/s320/DSC00883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190563354854996962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will took a pic together and post it here... nice huh... it a very special gift to us.. thanks kak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toomoro will have a lunch date with ija and ernie.. i really hope this timeround will be okay and i will try to get there.. and not stuck again at working place... i know ija has patch back with him...yaya... i cant do anything... to you gerl listen... yes everyone has a chance to change and this is not a chance to him it the chances that u given him... n im not prepared myself to let any tears roll down ur eyes again or even hear u quarell with him anymore.. it might hurt u im saying this... but try to let me stay out of ur relationship cause to see u hurt it like making me more hurtful cause of a STUPID guy!! whom u gave CHANCES to.. okay... i just hope it will worked well.. n try not to let me see him... cause the faces of him make me ANGRY... im sooooo sorry but.. please try to also understand my situation here cause he hurt u more then once.. okay... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright that alll for today cause seem to be i been writing loooooonnnnnggggg enough...ooo ya... once i gt my paid i will buy myself a NINTENDO!!!! ya baby ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SAiXtNZKu_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/mo79sHCVgqA/s1600-h/DSC00886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SAiXtNZKu_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/mo79sHCVgqA/s320/DSC00886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190565373489626098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-8955388102585221372?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8955388102585221372/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SAiNEdZKu3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mVFdizSjbPE/s72-c/DSC00875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-4255470962885855113</id><published>2008-04-03T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T03:15:28.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R_Sm5_dTc-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/s5kydHvyd9M/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R_Sm5_dTc-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/s5kydHvyd9M/s320/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184952586227381218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R_Sm5_dTc_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/V5Lb7OYQDNQ/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R_Sm5_dTc_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/V5Lb7OYQDNQ/s320/DSC00858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184952586227381234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this both picture is the old me... old spect, old face... hehe... well there are some good news too... with my pay that i get for this month, i spent with important things first like NEW spects!!!make one for me and my bro new spent.. total spect cost $240.. alot huh... it ok once in a year to make new brand spects for me and him.. i will show the spect now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R_Sn_fdTdAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uj8EHyboLjA/s1600-h/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R_Sn_fdTdAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uj8EHyboLjA/s320/DSC00863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184953780228289538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R_Sn_vdTdBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NYeZFW0iwiY/s1600-h/DSC00862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R_Sn_vdTdBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NYeZFW0iwiY/s320/DSC00862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184953784523256850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sooooo happy with the spect it actually meant for sportmen cause the spect is non movable i mean if u jump it will not go up and down.. and the side is curve so i will not have any batman eyes again..(for those who know what i mean)... now for something that my friend would be craving for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R_Sq8_dTdCI/AAAAAAAAAQA/7eAaEHe0Obg/s1600-h/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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yes.. someone order brownie... about 300+ pieces... love it man.. i bought soem of it to work and they love it that y got ordering.. hehe... nice huh.. just one look of it make me wannt have it.. but this day im very very lazy lah.. cause of working.. some saw me at work but they didnt stop me cause they said i was very busy all the time.. hahaha... some saw me looking tired... well ya n actually yesterday it was suppose to be my off day but i had to work n end up getting myself sick.. having bad headache and fever due to not enough sleeep.. haiz.. i have to take care of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day there always an unknown number keep calling my phone.. whenever i pick up the call it will go 'tut,,,tut,,,tut' always.. sumtome call me as early as 5am in the morning... if it witheld means private call but if unknown means what?? haiz... ir also has been smsing me.. something not rite there.. yhaha.. well for those going to school i wish all the best and have fun... as for me i will taking private diploma but not this year i will applied next year so this year i could save money and help to pay the school fees... i miss everyone!! i love u guys.. friends is u read my blog do tag in so i will have the feeling to update my blog guys.. please!!! hahaha alright last photo to show that im in good heaalth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R_St3_dTdFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/b9OzeUlIToQ/s1600-h/DSC00834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R_St3_dTdFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/b9OzeUlIToQ/s320/DSC00834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184960248449037394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-4255470962885855113?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R-XduPdTc6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/VZS9roPamwo/s1600-h/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R-XduPdTc6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/VZS9roPamwo/s320/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180790732852786082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me miss me... i been missing myself so much... i miss cooking, i miss watching hindi movies, i missing do n me food, i miss sitting at home doing nothing, i miss sending iftikhar to school, i miss my full time in bed... i miss everything... i been working 24/7 all day.. if no one to work i have to work full.. the working place is already like my second home.. that where i spend all my time there.. from morning till evening... haiz... and waiting for first pay is really making me go crazy... pay slip still havent receive yet.. adn i dun know how much i earn this month but they all are saying im earning alot then any other parttmer... of course lah the day i work full and afternoon shift and even morning shift.. haiz... once i get my pay i will pampered myself.. buy new cloths, shoes, bags, hindi movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im all tired.. when ever im off... i will be on the bed all day... sleeping.. watch tv also no time.. one of my collegue told me that i need a guy so that i wont be always saying yes whenever i have to work full... haha.. sound funny man i need a guy!! it suppose to be a guy need me not i need a guy.. like one of the song sang by pussycats dolls 'i don't need a man'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also seem to be like no one miss me like i miss myself... all seem to enjoy themselves... having time of their life... schooling, new people, haging out with their friends and forgetting their friend tooo.... i think i will end my day by making a whole tray of brownie and dump it in my stomach with full of nutella in it!!!&lt;div 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Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R-X9ifdTc7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/2j4O0Uuda7o/s72-c/Picture%2520003%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-2842761477433347560</id><published>2008-03-17T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T04:24:43.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well...</title><content type='html'>hello my dear friends... first of all, ASSALAMUALAIKUM to all my muslim friends... espicially to all my goooooooodsss buddies.. i miss you guys alot.. i been waiting for an opportunity to meet you guys.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well life has change so much after result.. well first some might knew i didnt get to higher nitec then i did say that i try applied for nitec but i still didnt get in... so i have set up my mind to get a private diploma in hotel management.. i did get good support form my parents and it a good think.. so now i been working hard in guardian... i working as part timer but if people see me they will think im a full timer.. cause wat ever full time are doing i will be doing too... handling receiving stock, handling customer complains and issues, handling part timer and even doing stock.. life had make me even busier then before... some more SOME PARTIMER DIDNT ATTEND FOR WORK AND I HAD TO COVER FOR THEM... freaking ass... but it ok my pay will be more... just like last time i have already plan what i will do with my pay.. everything has been plan only that some that are plan had been cancel cause i think it not worth doing it for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working back there also make me realise that working there before had make many advantages cause people cant bully me and even making me senior.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well about the yaz guy... i dun even sms with him anymore! all i can say is he is a jerk! freaking ass man! liar!! that all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO THAT ONE PERSON I AM REALLLLYYYY ANGRY WITH YOU!!!! BECAUSE OF YOU IM THE ONE GETTING BLAME CAUSE I'M THE ONE RECOMEND FOR YOU N PLS IF YOU DUN WANT TO COME RESIGN NOW!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that a relief!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-2842761477433347560?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2842761477433347560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=2842761477433347560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2842761477433347560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2842761477433347560'/><link rel='alternate' 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applied for normal ite.. nitec lah! but it okay better than nothing right.. well that all lah.. tired ah.. ok bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-3771461233571871094?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3771461233571871094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=3771461233571871094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/3771461233571871094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/3771461233571871094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/once-in-life.html' title='once in life'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-7443955904116806956</id><published>2008-02-16T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T06:17:30.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there some news</title><content type='html'>y is the school result is damn late?? first they said on 14 now it on 19... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;there some good news to all my friends.. im now working back at GUARDIAN NORTHPOINT... i started working yesterday afternoon.. well the working enviorment is little different.. but everything when well.. ron the only guy working there is nice and kind! i LOVE the guy uniform.. it so so so so NICE!! yesterday kak idah from amk bring one of her staff to help us out in the shop.. hehehe, he sooooo cute name firdaus.. live in admiralty.. hehehe really cute guy..&lt;br /&gt;today when out with family.. we when IMM.. first while walking to DAISo there are some wheel cart that sell clothings.. it only $10 lah.. the lastest trends kind of cloths.. my mum was already confused on which one to buy.. all my sis were busy choosing and i only watch.. some time i feel angry when they started to choose cloth cause they will keep asking me, 'yana lawar??' then i like YA! they make me feel that all cloth are not for me.. only for damn slim people!then my dad when inside some jewelry shop to buy bracelet for himself as the old one wentmissing.. he spend about $70++  for the bracelet then we enter DAISO i tell you whenever i enter that place i will become crazy cause all the stuff there is only $2... after quite sometime shopping in there.. then we when in best just looking around..i grab my dad to look at some printer and i end up at lap top section.. i told my dad.'ayah, yana keje nie bukan ape tau, yana nak save duit li laptop!' my dad just smile..we head down to LJS to have our dinner... then walk again.. ain wanted to lookout for school bag.. then my dad bring her to converse shop and ask her to just grab any bag.. so she just took a bag that cost $39.. that expensive lah! while she choosing the bag me and my big sis we in limp shop or lim or lip aaahh.. forgot lah the name of the shop.. the shop is selling all shop for only $19.. and i got attarcted to one of the shoe.. my sis ask me to ask my dad to buy for me.. but i said no.. look if you were there u will understand y i dun want eventhough i really want it.. he bought ain a $39 bag.. last time the most expensive bag we can get is $25.. when i see ain.. everything she wants she get it just like that.. and i think my dad is just paying and for me i had to prove that what ever he buyying for me there will be reward for him too like pass my exam... that y i dun want my dad to buy it even just now he already took out the money ask me to buy... i said firmly NO and walk off... haiz... then we headed home.. well everything went fine everyone still talking and we all had fun.. it been long time since we when out as a family... it good! alright that all for today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-7443955904116806956?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7443955904116806956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=7443955904116806956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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are waiting for me to update my blog.. especially those hu wants to know abt him.. oohh btw.. to ernie.. i dun sit on the tree.. i find it difficult for myself to climb up hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this past days lots thing happen.. well i been spending a lot with my syg(ija)... during chinese new year... well i went camping with family n bring my darling along... haha early2 morning kena wake up! but the night before... i went mustafa centre.. abg azmi lah want to pick his sister up.. i thought only pick upbut they talk and talk... i was also wif my sister cousin.. so not so alone but still abg azmi sis noe my cousin so end up talking and make me feel damn stupid lah! reach home around 4am... talktalk cause abg azmi want to dia his hair gray ash.. but at first he dye brown so need to bleach first... and my cousin sis mellisa help him and end up not sleeping the whole day.. but i did sleep at 6.30am n wake up at 7am... only half an hour but it okay... pick ija upp and when to east coast at 9am... lorry packed gile... with bikes, tents and people!!! not only that the lorry is covered so a bit stuffy lah... ija gt head ache cause less air.. and she meditate.. show u the pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K2WlbRLXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IQFy14e5rwE/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K2WlbRLXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IQFy14e5rwE/s320/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166392221667241330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...when reach find a great spot.. quite far from the toilet but near the sea and bedok jetty there... the sea was really tempting sey... but when reach we did not straight when to the sea cause it still very very very damn hot.. cause it like in the middle of the day.. so we all waited till around 2pm plus... then i ija and my small cousins started to change n head the water!!! hahaha gerek gile!!! then we played cats and dog.. with all my bro in law friends, my far cousin and bro... funny ah.. at first no people are watching.. then went i trun around alot of people are watching... even foreigners are watching and luaghing at us.. because it suppose to be catching but ours more like rubgy!!! hahaha... i had fun! ok some pic when resting at the sea after having fun in the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K4FlbRLYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ygGSZ0O8BjA/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K4FlbRLYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ygGSZ0O8BjA/s320/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166394128632720770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K4F1bRLZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yJ8l9eNQkXw/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K4F1bRLZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yJ8l9eNQkXw/s320/DSC00808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166394132927688082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K4GFbRLaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/93-NX6D-x58/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K4GFbRLaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/93-NX6D-x58/s320/DSC00810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166394137222655394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K4GlbRLbI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tgWUiIDjfjQ/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K4GlbRLbI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tgWUiIDjfjQ/s320/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166394145812590002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that all for the chinese new year event... now let talk abt that new people...&lt;br /&gt;i will tell the name cause i know he will not read my blog cause he not a comp freek... but promise me guys just dun distrub me with the name cause it not funny n i still dun hv hope on him yet okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his name mohd yazid bin khamis, live in admiralty and age 19, working... very caring person but still dun trust him cause i nvr meet him before.. eventhough he has seen my pic but still i cant trust him! he very caring but there are certain things that i dun like him.. well the part i dun like i cant tell but those hu know u better SHUT UP! he said he had dimple and fair...he pray all the time.. nvr ever miss one.. only sunday free..the rest of the day working from 9 to 5... office hour.. reach home around 6 plus.. love to cook! he also want to challenge cooking with me! humph! &lt;br /&gt;meeting him end of this month so praying to god that he will be good n not like other guys... hope soo... now still talking and smsing on the phone...&lt;br /&gt;ok that all about him... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let talk about valentine that is tomoro!!! i would like to wish all loving couple a very happy valentine day! today i bake some brownie for my syg... i show u guys k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K_01bRLcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-Aj4BsFpo2s/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K_01bRLcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-Aj4BsFpo2s/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166402636962934210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K_01bRLdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/w94p3NubCcU/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K_01bRLdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/w94p3NubCcU/s320/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166402636962934226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K_1FbRLeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/nu0fKJkjhxo/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K_1FbRLeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/nu0fKJkjhxo/s320/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166402641257901538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after baking the brownie.. i cut it into love shape... beautifull... i think if anyone want to make hantaran for tunang or birthday.. i will have it into different shape.. now im trying to make into football... interesting huh??&lt;br /&gt;well.. the brownie then i packed for my darling as a valentine present... sweet huh.. hehehe... ok that alll... i think i have wrote alot!! those readers please tag me after reading wokey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh... almost forgot do pray for result tomoro wokey!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-5376824403440819535?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5376824403440819535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=5376824403440819535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/5376824403440819535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/5376824403440819535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-past-few-days.html' title='For the past few days'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R7K2WlbRLXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IQFy14e5rwE/s72-c/DSC00804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-1406294116940548438</id><published>2008-02-04T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:54:44.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R6gWKYMZE1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/VHsvLLvv75s/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R6gWKYMZE1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/VHsvLLvv75s/s320/DSC00785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163401340329202514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first and formost... i would like to take this opportunity to thanks my good friend for always be there!! you are always there and we always have fun with each other even hen talking on the fon n i hope this will go on till we die... insyallah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second in line, there someone new in my life... you know i know that person know except public dun noe.. it a he of course.. i dun want to have high hope on him but if he really truth on what he said.. just grant my wish god that just give me one day to a person who really care and love me as a boyfriend... just one day that will be the most precious day of my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well till noe i still call and msging him.. well.. i really wish to know him better but at the same time i will not have high hope on him cause im scared the higher i get on the deeper the wound would be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay guys.. hey some pic i took when i when to the library with ija on a raining day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R6gWI4MZExI/AAAAAAAAANY/vlOuPUNG3VQ/s1600-h/DSC00783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R6gWI4MZExI/AAAAAAAAANY/vlOuPUNG3VQ/s320/DSC00783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163401314559398674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R6gWJIMZEyI/AAAAAAAAANg/V3SaFfbvu58/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R6gWJIMZEyI/AAAAAAAAANg/V3SaFfbvu58/s320/DSC00787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163401318854365986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R6gWJoMZEzI/AAAAAAAAANo/h8wlaoYRerk/s1600-h/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R6gWJoMZEzI/AAAAAAAAANo/h8wlaoYRerk/s320/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163401327444300594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R6gWJ4MZE0I/AAAAAAAAANw/3x79wcQp8DI/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R6gWJ4MZE0I/AAAAAAAAANw/3x79wcQp8DI/s320/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163401331739267906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-1406294116940548438?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1406294116940548438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=1406294116940548438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1406294116940548438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/1406294116940548438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/someone-new.html' title='Someone New'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R6gWKYMZE1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/VHsvLLvv75s/s72-c/DSC00785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-5102930447440251942</id><published>2008-01-31T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T01:37:53.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine is near</title><content type='html'>Would any one of u agree that chocolate and red roses are symbol of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R6GLG4MZEvI/AAAAAAAAANI/EVgiNVzebOA/s1600-h/393px-Red_rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R6GLG4MZEvI/AAAAAAAAANI/EVgiNVzebOA/s320/393px-Red_rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161559598223135474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R6GLHYMZEwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xmYH5jTdKAU/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R6GLHYMZEwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xmYH5jTdKAU/s320/chocolate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161559606813070082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you do? then what ur valentine favourite present?&lt;br /&gt;-chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-roses&lt;br /&gt;-a kiss&lt;br /&gt;-anything would do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if you choose: &lt;br /&gt;chocolate: you are very romantic person cause.. chocolate is a sensation of feeling when u have a bit of any chocolate... melting in your mouth.. tasting the sweetness and the milkyness of every bites.&lt;br /&gt;roses: you are quite romantic too only that, you tend to have that person always by ur side and always miss him every second, and when u get roses u will keep it till it dry and will always remember that you are always his and will always be in love with him every second &lt;br /&gt;a kiss: you are very daring in the game of love, you make him first in everything u do... you will feel really calm when u hear his voice, you feel love when he cares about you and u will do anything so that he wil not give up on u&lt;br /&gt;anything would do: you are a simple person and you are prepared if anythings happen to ur relationship, what you wants is only care and concern from him toward you,, and most important is he love him dearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my opinion of valentine present and the character of yours... it might not be true though as different people has different points of view... but what i noe.. valentine day is just not for couples but for friends too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my future hubby or husband, where ever you are, who ever you are... what i know is, if ever i were to meet you i will not give up our relationship even if it breaking and i will try hard to make everyday like the day we first met!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-5102930447440251942?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5102930447440251942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=5102930447440251942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-2555886505219954224</id><published>2008-01-25T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:32:36.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben &amp; Jerry Belgium Dark Chocolate Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>i have choosen my choice of courses.. and there are only two choices... Hospitality operation and event management... i hope i get the hospitality course.. and hope i will get the same school with hida as he has the same courses that i took... yesterday night when to eat do n me with ija after working.. then i wanted to eat ice cream and guess what ice cream i bought?? i bought Ben &amp; Jerry Chocolate Fudge Brownie... damn nice and chocolaty!!! show u the pic huh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5msPYMZErI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eEl_TuYzbpk/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5msPYMZErI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eEl_TuYzbpk/s320/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159344228322054834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5msPoMZEsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jmImR5qAJmE/s1600-h/DSC00776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5msPoMZEsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jmImR5qAJmE/s320/DSC00776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159344232617022146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and ija ate the whole box of that super de duper chocolate fudge brownie ice cream... and thought of buying the new york one today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last i love all of you!! and pray that i get the course that i want and have the same sch with hida so dun feel toooo awkward!!! amin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-2555886505219954224?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2555886505219954224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=2555886505219954224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2555886505219954224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2555886505219954224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/ben-jerry-belgium-dark-chocolate-ice.html' title='Ben &amp; Jerry Belgium Dark Chocolate Ice Cream'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5msPYMZErI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eEl_TuYzbpk/s72-c/DSC00775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-2766767789786248655</id><published>2008-01-24T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T02:38:36.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Higher Nitec</title><content type='html'>well look at the subject and you can guess what i get.. well i think it okay to go to higher nitec.. i will have to spend just 2 years and if i STUDY hard i will just spend one year in higher nitec and when straight to POLYTECHNIC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im happy with my result cause i know i did my very best.. and i will make myself better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-2766767789786248655?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2766767789786248655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=2766767789786248655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2766767789786248655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2766767789786248655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/higher-nitec.html' title='Higher Nitec'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-3839802441372722378</id><published>2008-01-21T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T04:46:05.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i had great day...</title><content type='html'>To ija: i had great time today.. thank you very much for always been there for me.. ILY very much!! haha i think we should hv it often so we can spend more time together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today when to sembawang park with ija for a simple picnic...we bought KFC... it so simple and i love it... im feel so so so relief after watching the sea.. i dun noe why.. i been really want to go to the beach and thanks to ija.. thank ja... it lovely and romantic haha..&lt;br /&gt;the wind was great not many people and we manage to get a nice place.. i think we can do a simple bbq too!! i can't describe the feeling.. the feeling is so... WOW.. so much we both talk about! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SPxXLHoxI/AAAAAAAAALo/NusiM14CV6s/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SPxXLHoxI/AAAAAAAAALo/NusiM14CV6s/s320/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157905551443075858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when we just reach and the scene was so beautiful... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SPxnLHoyI/AAAAAAAAALw/UbnYOzmUyKE/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SPxnLHoyI/AAAAAAAAALw/UbnYOzmUyKE/s320/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157905555738043170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the food.. she eat so much!!! and when buying food she said this to the worker, "Can i have MORE chili sauce!"... that very familiar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SPxnLHozI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NoSHsQJWAR4/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SPxnLHozI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NoSHsQJWAR4/s320/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157905555738043186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short snap! SMILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SPx3LHo0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/DIdRemZzu8Q/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SPx3LHo0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/DIdRemZzu8Q/s320/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157905560033010498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she look so small.... jauh gile nak turun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SPx3LHo1I/AAAAAAAAAMI/RQRl7cSW_eI/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SPx3LHo1I/AAAAAAAAAMI/RQRl7cSW_eI/s320/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157905560033010514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful is it?? Masshaallah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after talking and finishing our food we left the park at 5 plus.. as ija need to go to werk... waited for the bus.. we are the only two waiting for the bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my big sis is not working and she make chocolate mashmellow.. when not make exactly.. she bought the mashmellow and only melted the chocolate and dip it... it taste lovely.. i show the process of making..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SS23LHo2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/orfqLp1jw0k/s1600-h/DSC00761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SS23LHo2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/orfqLp1jw0k/s320/DSC00761.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157908944467239778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-first the mashmellow had to be pocked with toothpick so that it can stand like the above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SS3HLHo3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/KHTEgUsLcg4/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SS3HLHo3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/KHTEgUsLcg4/s320/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157908948762207090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-then dip it with melted chocolate and stand it like the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SS3HLHo4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/83-d-blBCcA/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SS3HLHo4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/83-d-blBCcA/s320/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157908948762207106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-leave it for a while and let it dry, then you can serve it just like that.. look like sushi huh?? DELICIOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... today just got news that on 24 of january that is on thursday 'o' level result will be release.. im praying to got that i pass my maths man!! amin!! okay that all for today... c u soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-3839802441372722378?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3839802441372722378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=3839802441372722378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/3839802441372722378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/3839802441372722378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-had-great-day.html' title='i had great day...'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5SPxXLHoxI/AAAAAAAAALo/NusiM14CV6s/s72-c/DSC00764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-7382247619458164037</id><published>2008-01-21T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T03:58:18.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaho na kaho</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/-X6OU_WQGJ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-X6OU_WQGJ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meanings of this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you speak or not, your eyes say it all,&lt;br /&gt;o darling, o darling, o my darling.&lt;br /&gt;In the journey of love, this is my support,&lt;br /&gt;this is the shore of fidelity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you speak or not, your eyes say it all,&lt;br /&gt;o darling, o darling, o my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the journey of love, this is my support,&lt;br /&gt;this is the shore of fidelity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Those eyes) whose flight soars above the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;whose powers of discrimination are like no other's,&lt;br /&gt;are destined for a story of love,&lt;br /&gt;destined to breathe of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Those eyes) whose flight soars above the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;whose powers of discrimination are like no other's,&lt;br /&gt;are destined for a story of love,&lt;br /&gt;destined to breathe of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always with you, even when you're far from me.&lt;br /&gt;In my heart is your love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in my mind and in my heart; I can't forget you.&lt;br /&gt;I always miss you,&lt;br /&gt;even when I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you speak or not, your eyes speak for you.&lt;br /&gt;o darling, o darling, o my darling;&lt;br /&gt;in this journey of love, you are mine;&lt;br /&gt;on dark paths, you are my guiding star.&lt;br /&gt;You are my support in life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shore on which I break.&lt;br /&gt;For me, you are the whole world;&lt;br /&gt;it is you whom my heart has called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you speak or not, your breath speaks for you,&lt;br /&gt;o darling, o darling, o my darling;&lt;br /&gt;on your lips is my name alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart knows too that you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you speak or not, your eyes speak for you,&lt;br /&gt;o darling, o darling, o my darling;&lt;br /&gt;they are my encouragement in this journey of love,&lt;br /&gt;they show me the far shores of fidelity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dreams, I adorn you;&lt;br /&gt;my fantasies are all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever my eyes look,&lt;br /&gt;I see only your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dreams, I adorn you;&lt;br /&gt;my fantasies are all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever my eyes look,&lt;br /&gt;I see only your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dreams, I adorn you;&lt;br /&gt;my fantasies are all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever my eyes look,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see only your face.&lt;br /&gt;In dreams, I adorn you;&lt;br /&gt;my fantasies are all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever my eyes look,&lt;br /&gt;I see only your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-7382247619458164037?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7382247619458164037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=7382247619458164037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7382247619458164037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7382247619458164037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/kaho-na-kaho.html' title='kaho na kaho'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-1332579489650778459</id><published>2008-01-19T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:35:51.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't i love or do i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMXaf9v8N3g&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMXaf9v8N3g&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ERNIE: YOU WANNA WATCH HINDI MOVIES LIKE KRISH OR DHOOM 2 YOU CAN GO YOUTUBE!! HEY WATCH MAINE PYAR KYON KIYA OR SALAAME NAMASTE!! FUNNY MOVIE AND VERY SWEET MOVIE TOO!! MUST WATCH! THEN TYPE RACE BOLLYWOOD N LOOK AT THE NEW MOVIE TRAILER RACE.. THE HEROS ARE DAMN HOT ESPECIALLY SAIF ALI KHAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. today is lazy day cause me n my mum feels so damn lazy... i dun noe y man... the feel is like to be on bed everytime!! ya if u read my tagging box.. my bro purchase MIO box that can watch hindi channel.. n i been crazy sitting infront of the tv watching all movies and even hindi dramas... you know their dramas character are just like indonesian dramas loottttsss of damn bad people in the drama... after one problem another problems crop up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kal saturday ho... lekin meh kia keru? syair meh uski fon karoge or  syair meh hindi movies dikegi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now.. im looking for hindi song.. man it give me an headache lah... bored too.. but it oks.. fuz nak tunang ke bile??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-5483253536336039796?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5483253536336039796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=5483253536336039796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/5483253536336039796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/5483253536336039796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-lazy-day-today.html' title='it lazy day today...'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R5BPY3LHowI/AAAAAAAAALg/Q8XWJBgS29c/s72-c/34711520161715m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-6672735542998551704</id><published>2008-01-12T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T08:00:32.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends is the best....</title><content type='html'>to ija... im sorry for not following u go out when im so tired as mum got ordering of cocnut blossom and cream puff... and c the weather it terrible... and going out make me feel very very lazy lah as i need to look for clothings for me to wear and other stuff.. plus i dun have any income lately so i can effort to go out and have fun... im sorry once again.. jgn marah please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was sooo cold the weather like i said before was terrible.. it been raining the whole week and my mum keep on nagging of the clothes as it has not dry up... freaking right.. dad got home early today so end up talking and making fun of other people with him lah... hahaha great time... then at night or should i be more acurate 4 hour ago when mum and dad when chong pang i played with nurul outside laughing and laughing... then i put her to sleep.. then i been thinking.. im only 17 and i have an exprexienced of motherhood and it make me thought will i be treating way im treating my child like the i treat my niece and nephew??? and this thought give me a creep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know.. i think i have improve a little bit on my laungage of english.. im trying to use 'BIG' words! hahaha or maybe it just me feeling that way... ok for now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4jj_W3rEPI/AAAAAAAAALY/GcW8X5mzBzA/s1600-h/041208_Fulep_0358.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4jj_W3rEPI/AAAAAAAAALY/GcW8X5mzBzA/s320/041208_Fulep_0358.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154620451135885554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-6672735542998551704?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6672735542998551704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=6672735542998551704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6672735542998551704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6672735542998551704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/weekends-is-best.html' title='weekends is the best....'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4jj_W3rEPI/AAAAAAAAALY/GcW8X5mzBzA/s72-c/041208_Fulep_0358.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-6009872251274287</id><published>2008-01-10T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:42:08.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update update update</title><content type='html'>i apologize  for not updating my blog for a long time.. well like ernie said busywoman.. haha well it true.. im so busy that "some people" are angry for nothing seeing her lately...&lt;br /&gt;as some of you might know.. when sch open i have sec 1 orientation to conduct for three days straight! well the first day of orientation was !@#!R#%$!%$^$#^ total chaos!! everything didnt when in plan cause people keep chage the @$@% plan!! then when i get home poeple call saying the program will be totally change during the second day.. that was making me freaking mad lah!! luckily everyone cooperate and second day when smoothly.. but third day was !$@!%$%$^!@ save water lah cannot destroy the field lah.. everything cannot freaking sch!!! fight with ridhwan for a while.. im sorry k!! then at last during debriefing to the SC all the things they dun like abt us the alumni we ask to say to us so that we can change.. and also i did say stupid and bad things abt J and JY because they are stupid idotic freaking crazy people u ever meet!! now posting some pic that i took during sec one orientation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XlU23rEHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/O64iVKldf-A/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XlU23rEHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/O64iVKldf-A/s320/DSC00671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153777495084568690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XlVG3rEII/AAAAAAAAAKg/wnT3VM-5T9E/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XlVG3rEII/AAAAAAAAAKg/wnT3VM-5T9E/s320/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153777499379536002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XlVG3rEJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NEPNBcaKsPw/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XlVG3rEJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NEPNBcaKsPw/s320/DSC00693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153777499379536018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey darlink remember the bbq in ma house and the picture that we took im posting today.. im sorry for not meeting you this week.. im busy at home.. iftikhar schooling.. mum with ordering and nurul who is very naughty this days.. and everything lah.. whenever im free it seem that i just wanna stay at home and sleep lah dear pls understand me.. im so tired.. i know what going through ur mind but it seem not the time yet for me to enjoy.. at the same time im nervous ok result coming out soon.. but hey.. CYN it been confirm that im having camping just like last year... so book urself on that particular day so u can follow and have an overnight with me ok dear!!! now for the pic we took!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XoD23rEKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5dKJzdezlbA/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XoD23rEKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5dKJzdezlbA/s320/DSC00650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153780501561675938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XoD23rELI/AAAAAAAAAK4/513aR2dgPoA/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XoD23rELI/AAAAAAAAAK4/513aR2dgPoA/s320/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153780501561675954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XoEG3rEMI/AAAAAAAAALA/PrDMobxFXdQ/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XoEG3rEMI/AAAAAAAAALA/PrDMobxFXdQ/s320/DSC00655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153780505856643266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XoEG3rENI/AAAAAAAAALI/nTOb1GYgy_c/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XoEG3rENI/AAAAAAAAALI/nTOb1GYgy_c/s320/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153780505856643282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XoEW3rEOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Ucvj9BA-q4A/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XoEW3rEOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Ucvj9BA-q4A/s320/DSC00657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153780510151610594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that all for today blog i will try to make myself free and start posting.. ooo yes yesterday i saw him going down the escalator!!! lucky he nvr saw me!! but im wondering y is he in yishun?? ermmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-6009872251274287?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6009872251274287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=6009872251274287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6009872251274287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6009872251274287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/update-update-update.html' title='update update update'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R4XlU23rEHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/O64iVKldf-A/s72-c/DSC00671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-8269953601950781466</id><published>2007-12-31T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:28:46.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It neW yEAr Guys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3nTZG3rD_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/IbhWg2wBtCk/s1600-h/2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3nTZG3rD_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/IbhWg2wBtCk/s320/2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150380077169184754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year to all my friends!!!! i love you.. to my sayang.. happy anniversary eventhough u kind of forgot that we are suppose to meet up.. haha.. but today we will meet a the BBQ!!! can't wait.. mum already marinate the chicken and lamb.. we will have a great night.. i also just finish making another heart shape brownie.. well it look nice... i think.. cause i was kind of last minit so rush abit and had not bought any sugar gum flower to deco it.. so i think it okay lah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have finished reading another love novel.. it so romantic that i cry when reading it.. how romantic.. i want a guy just like him.. and this two line really make me feel that husband and wife should have no reason of separating as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang suami adalah nadi kehidupan&lt;br /&gt;Seorang isteri adalah nadi jiwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.. onli those you read novel will understand the meaning of this two phrases... &lt;br /&gt;tomoro school will start.. im so envy seeing my cuzzi and sis preparing to go school.. when i have to go sch i hate it so much but when i don't have too.. i feel so jealous seeing them buying books.. pens new pencilcase.. new shoes everthing need to be new.. but i will also go school tomoro for sec 1 orientation lah.. u know.. last saturday this teacher call me and said that i have to see this teacher cause she doubt that me and my crew can't handle the sec one! WTF!!! i hate them!! if i cant do it mrs indra will not ask my help stupid!!! !@$#!$^@^*@%@#^$&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now.. i had to prepare the fire... it drizziling.. great whether.. oh ya chinese new year im going camping just like last year!!! wowowowowow!!! some pic posting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3oPp23rEBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/0Cbyltv_cTY/s1600-h/DSC00646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3oPp23rEBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/0Cbyltv_cTY/s320/DSC00646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150446335629660178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3oPp23rEAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/WQ-uNysLt00/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3oPp23rEAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/WQ-uNysLt00/s320/DSC00645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150446335629660162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cake i made for hantaran... this year so many cake for hantaran i think 2008 is year for wedding!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3oQLm3rECI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OKNPPjjBTqM/s1600-h/DSC00636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3oQLm3rECI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OKNPPjjBTqM/s320/DSC00636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150446915450245154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ifthikhar will go sch tomoro for nursery... im so excited for him.. so big already hehehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3oQLm3rEDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/69Vi3VjY9N4/s1600-h/DSC00637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3oQLm3rEDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/69Vi3VjY9N4/s320/DSC00637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150446915450245170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this little girl is so stubborn and naughty this days... haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3oQLm3rEEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uXavh1aHFe8/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3oQLm3rEEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uXavh1aHFe8/s320/DSC00618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150446915450245186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my sis.. do we look like each other?? ermm.. NO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3oQL23rEFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WXIvq-wsbPo/s1600-h/DSC00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3oQL23rEFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WXIvq-wsbPo/s320/DSC00620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150446919745212498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lovely.. my sweetheart.. my only mother... i love you!!&lt;br /&gt;last but not least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3oT423rEGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8hdWnER4UKA/s1600-h/31120334949138l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3oT423rEGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8hdWnER4UKA/s320/31120334949138l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150450991374209122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling.. my sayang.. my gerlfriend.. my matair.. happy first anniversary to you.. ILY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-8269953601950781466?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8269953601950781466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=8269953601950781466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/8269953601950781466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/8269953601950781466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-new-year-guys.html' title='It neW yEAr Guys...'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3nTZG3rD_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/IbhWg2wBtCk/s72-c/2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-8315535437979482618</id><published>2007-12-27T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:24:09.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It good to c you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3RpAeNQEtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WIPuH3m32aw/s1600-h/9CCAT7K9ZTCAXZPX47CA4K7ARXCAHBB0QFCAE1VM6OCA023NQ1CALXLGR6CADWMHIWCAIMMROKCAJNVDBZCAHMYXBYCARHQSUQCAHUWUEICAKHYU45CA8O01Y4CAQW90SDCAGTJPR9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3RpAeNQEtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WIPuH3m32aw/s320/9CCAT7K9ZTCAXZPX47CA4K7ARXCAHBB0QFCAE1VM6OCA023NQ1CALXLGR6CADWMHIWCAIMMROKCAJNVDBZCAHMYXBYCARHQSUQCAHUWUEICAKHYU45CA8O01Y4CAQW90SDCAGTJPR9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148855730820879058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it been a long time that i meet my darlin... and yesterday we met.. it feel so good to c her face... haha.. yesterday we spend talking and eating till 2 plus in the murning..haha... i miss you so much.. she brought me chocolate and nougat, then we had an great laughing as ain needed to go chong pang and she wanna ride a bike.. at the back of my house there is a bike but puncit already.. and it had chain on the tyre.. so me, ija and my big sis we take my dad tool box and cut the chain and i oil the bike with cooking oil.. hahaha keke giler... then we talk abt the wujud story.. then we all eat.. but still hungry.. well today plan i wanted to go library to send my book back... and borrow again.. im so sleepy right now.. i think after finish this i will go take my shower, breakfasst and do the house chore and prepare the stuff to make brownie has i had order for hantaran for my aunty as she getting engage.. and it a heart shape again.. i wanted to make differeent shape as the cake will be given to the boy side.. haiz.. oo ya yesterday i and ija planned for the picnic and end up preparing for bbq! so those reasding my blog! &lt;strong&gt;i already planned the bbq on 18 january 2008 on friday! please contact me pr ija to tell us whether u wanna come.. contribution of $6 is needed for the bbq!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that all now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3RsAuNQEuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1F2kKvk7HCg/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3RsAuNQEuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1F2kKvk7HCg/s320/DSC00561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148859033650729698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-8315535437979482618?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8315535437979482618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=8315535437979482618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/8315535437979482618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/8315535437979482618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-good-to-c-you.html' title='It good to c you...'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R3RpAeNQEtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WIPuH3m32aw/s72-c/9CCAT7K9ZTCAXZPX47CA4K7ARXCAHBB0QFCAE1VM6OCA023NQ1CALXLGR6CADWMHIWCAIMMROKCAJNVDBZCAHMYXBYCARHQSUQCAHUWUEICAKHYU45CA8O01Y4CAQW90SDCAGTJPR9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-817008618561560099</id><published>2007-12-23T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:51:10.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>today is the eve of christmas.. i would like to wish all my christian friends a happy merry christmas and a happey new year!! &lt;br /&gt;to my mum and dad happy anniversary on christmas day.. i think i will make a cake... a surprise for you two.. maybe lah.. if im not tired..&lt;br /&gt;well yesterday night i bake brownie for my aunt for her friend for christmas... i deco it with sugar flower and santa clause... not bad.. i think i can do better.. well i think that all.. im lazy want to write long long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R286YuNQEsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yd4P6CQ66zs/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R286YuNQEsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yd4P6CQ66zs/s320/DSC00624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147397095502648002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-817008618561560099?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/817008618561560099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=817008618561560099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/817008618561560099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/817008618561560099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R286YuNQEsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yd4P6CQ66zs/s72-c/DSC00624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-1668823456939536445</id><published>2007-12-22T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T04:09:27.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Short Holiday...</title><content type='html'>Hello Hello Hello my friends... IM BACK!!! haiz.. going back at kampung was fun.. after a long time tak balik kampung.. not much change.. haji raya haji was not like hari raya.. so in the murning.. i wake up at 8am to help my mum cook then waited for my bro and dad came back from mosque then prepare all the things to go back kampung.. journey to kampung at johor, batu pahat was 1 and 1/2 hour journey.. we when back using van and in the van was my famili and my mum first bro family.. which is wak su.. all the way to kampung i was listening to song and slept for a while.. i also been thinking what will their reaction would be as i did not wear tudung for the first time going back there as my pasport picture was took when i was sec 1 and with short hair.. so i had to not wear tudung so that the immegerision will not ask me change photo.. well at the singapore immegerision the guy at the counter was so HANDSOME!!! if im not wrong his name saiful.. damn berg ah...hahaha and at malaysia immegerision the guy was damn idiot!!! kau ingat aku nie ape.. action gile.. handsome tak jugak ni gelap je... buah duku pun kulit dia lebih putih sikit dari kulit kau tau!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai kampung, i was like so damn aching all over my body.. so rested for a while and watch nickelodeon and disney channel... then MKN lah.. i was craving for ayam kampung and at last i get to have it... lepas mkn.. i took some time to finish some work of the sec 1 orientation stuff... luckily i get to finish it.. then lepas magribh kite barbeque!!! well, my uncle qorban 1 kambing and we barbeque it.. we marinated with black pepper, garlic, all the spices lah.. POWER!!! then barbeque chicken.. which my mum also marinated then she cook tulang..WOW!! the best part was before my uncle reach kampung he sempat when to pontian and bought lots lots of fish for barbeque.. he even bought ketam and kerang.. both the things was cook the next morning.. that night was damn fun.. and also make me gain lots of weight hahaha.. just imagine.. kambing, ikan, cheese hot dog, ayam, fish ball... haiyoyoyoy.... then my kampung uncle bring us mercun and fire crackers and bomb candy.. bomb candy is a type of fire cracker which look like candy and when it been lit up it will spin and &lt;strong&gt;BOMB&lt;/strong&gt; style!! the mercun was amazing.. me and my small cuzzis even my big bro was like &lt;strong&gt;wow&lt;/strong&gt; biasa lah kite org bandar mane ade main mercun nie semua.. setakat bunga api yang bunyi-bunyi..haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mlm nak tido.. punya lah sejuk mcm ade air con gitu.. i wake up twice cause nak terkencing... sejuk gile.. kipas tak bukak pun.. haiz... pagi nak mandi.. baru bukak air, my glasses had water vapour... imagine how cold it it.. padahal tak ujan tau.. cooooolllllll.... kite sarapan corn bakar and chicken bakar and roti butter bakar all fresh from the barbeque pit!! haha....relax gile... then relak2 kat beranda.. dengan my cuzzi.. lagi ain punye hp dtg hindi stesen radio.. ape lagi berjoget ah.. hahaha.. this is the best holiday even though it was a short trip i enjoy it.. no fighting all laughing.. i will post the picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is before i go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z7-ONQEgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/M750dvFcYzo/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z7-ONQEgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/M750dvFcYzo/s320/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146765520561771010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my two kids... iftikhar and nurul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z8XuNQEhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Obe811-2T3E/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z8XuNQEhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Obe811-2T3E/s320/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146765958648435218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z8X-NQEiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TtffjW2mwps/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z8X-NQEiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TtffjW2mwps/s320/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146765962943402530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chicken that was barbeque..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z8qeNQEjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tSupvF-sbNw/s1600-h/DSC00593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z8qeNQEjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tSupvF-sbNw/s320/DSC00593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146766280770982450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the morning breeze..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z9QeNQEmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ygUSAiaLHuY/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z9QeNQEmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ygUSAiaLHuY/s320/DSC00599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146766933606011490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z9QuNQEnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GrQAS017wAM/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z9QuNQEnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GrQAS017wAM/s320/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146766937900978802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my sis and my cuzzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z9fuNQEoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yw945HuZ6TE/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z9fuNQEoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yw945HuZ6TE/s320/DSC00603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146767195599016578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z9fuNQEpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QrG2npYqEeI/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z9fuNQEpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QrG2npYqEeI/s320/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146767195599016594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short nap with my dad... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z9vONQEqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Vhf-F9DmCRA/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z9vONQEqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Vhf-F9DmCRA/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146767461886988962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that all... and last but not least a sweet face of me for all of u to remember... haha.. muacks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z-YONQErI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lAsMb0cGuWY/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-short-holiday.html' title='My Short Holiday...'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2z7-ONQEgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/M750dvFcYzo/s72-c/DSC00578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-5554344990429836856</id><published>2007-12-19T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T08:13:35.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im so exhausted</title><content type='html'>today the whole day im in school with the student council! till 5pm im so tired and exhausted... if follow the timing its already hari raya haji... but i dun feel the raya feeling.. tomoro going back kampung.. i will have to cover my time just to prepare the classes and making sure all are in part of it.. i must not make mistake.. i need to check the logistic list and prepare the budjet... my heads is spinning, my throat is damn dry due to shouting in the meeting cause the council not listening to me.. im so lucky to have crews like hida, ridhwan,rizuan,min kai,jonas, joshua to help me out... thanks guys.. i will have to prepare myself fizikally and mentally for all the outcoming! ok i want to sleep i cant stand my eyes.. it so red!! i love you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hym happy haji raya haji!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-5554344990429836856?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-2238011626485601460</id><published>2007-12-17T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T02:22:26.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hujan membawa kenangan pahit...</title><content type='html'>mengapa setiap kali hujan aku terkenangkan teman-teman sekolah rendah dahulu.. adakah mereka juga meningati diriku ini.. &lt;br /&gt;manakah janji-janji yang kita sama-sama berjanji untuk sentiasa berkawan walaupun apa juga yang terjadi tetapi sekarang??&lt;br /&gt;hujan turun je.. semua kenangan datang kembali.. kadang kala apabila melihat teman sekolah menengah aku berfikir mengapa kawanku tidak pernah mencuba untuk menghubunyi ku? apakah kesalahan yang membuat kamu semua tidak ingin mengingatkan diriku ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setiap air hujan yang jatuh, setiap itu aku berdoa agar salah seorang akan menelefon diriku ini untuk bertanya khabar.. semoga apa yang aku impikan akan menjadi satu kenyataan amin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... yang sudah tu sudah.. klau korang perasaan aku nie mcm minah jiwang tau.. hahaha.. anyone watch asian idol? would you believe that HADY MIRZA won the competition??? at first i did support him but when he sing and i think he didi not give his best in the competition! why didnt he sing merpati??? i think that song will impress the judges!! but he sang berserah.. well the song was okay.. but when indonesia idol sang... OMG i was so so so so so cair.. the voice was amazing.. he also very cute!!! like ruben!! i think he the indonesia teddy bear!! haha.. i was thinking maybe mike will win the competition even the judge said he or jac will win the competition but when they said hady won i was shock but happy at the same time.. well he a singaporean!! and singaporean had to support him of course!! well to HADY MIRZA congrat!! semoga akan sucess dengan apa jua yang akan menjelang and tu mike ILY!!!!! SSSOOO SSSWWWEEEEEEETTT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2ZMtONQEeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fYdDUUbr9qc/s1600-h/80817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2ZMtONQEeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fYdDUUbr9qc/s320/80817.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144883964108870114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the indian idol well he also cute.. like shah rukh khan.. when he sang the english song.. at first i dun even get what he singing but when he sang the junoon hindi song.. OMG his voice was power so macho the voice but he still cannot challenge with udit narayan(a hindi singer) but his voice haiz... cair gerl!! senyum dia lagi power just like what the malaysian judge said.. his smile and the song was perfect!!! see his face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2ZNZONQEfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/z7FPb9yB7VU/s1600-h/91200644250PMabhijeet.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2ZNZONQEfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/z7FPb9yB7VU/s320/91200644250PMabhijeet.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144884720023114226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to all my secondary school friends! i love all of you!!! and we will do a picnic dun care whether after result or before result!!! must have one!!!! and pray for me the camp that im doing will go smooth as i plan.. hope the sec 1 is friendly like all of you hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-2238011626485601460?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2238011626485601460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=2238011626485601460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2238011626485601460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2238011626485601460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/hujan-membawa-kenangan-pahit.html' title='hujan membawa kenangan pahit...'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2ZMtONQEeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fYdDUUbr9qc/s72-c/80817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-7169956736616458490</id><published>2007-12-16T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T05:37:13.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>adakah seseorang untuk diriku?</title><content type='html'>kehadiran adam untuk hawa ada berbagai cara,&lt;br /&gt;berjumpa di kedai, dikenalkan oleh teman, berlanggar tapa sengaja atau seseorang yang kite benci...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kehadiran hawa untuk adam ada berbagai faktor yang memikat seperti,&lt;br /&gt;matanya yang menarikkan perhatian, suara yang menenangkan perasaan seseorang, wajah yang menyejukkan hati atau senyuman yang menawan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi babak yang menarik apabila si adam ingin menawan hati si hawa, berbagai cara dan dialog yang boleh mencairkan dan melembutkan kekuatan si hawa. antaranya memberi bunga mawar tetapi di tengah-tengah bunga itu letakkan sekuntum bunga mawar plastic and memberi kad mengatakan,"my love will only die when the last petal falls..." mesti si hawa berfikir bilakah bunga plastic itu akan gugur dan betapa kuatnya cinta itu untuk dirinya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaum hawa jugak ada babak yang menarik apabila dia ingin menerima adam ddalam hidupnya... dia akan menguji semana yang dia mampu dan dia akan tetap bersabar dengan apa sahaja dugaan asalkan dapat bersama dengan si adam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cerita cinta di novel banyak memberikan kekuatan sesebuah cinta itu, bagaimana mereka menempuh segala masalah dan rintangan malah halangan keluarga. walaupun bertahun-tahun berpisah diakhir novel mereka tetap akan bersua dan akhirnya ke jinjang pelamin... dalam novel juga mereka akan memberi ciri-ciri lelaki idaman yang seseorang wanita mahupun gadis impikan... mempunyai lesung pipit yang hanya akan kelihatan apabila lelaki itu tersenyum, sentiasa berada di sisi ketika senang mahupun susah, sentiasa memberikan bahu mereka untuk wanita yang mereka cintai melelapkan mata... mencium di dahi untuk memberitahu betapa cintanya dia untuk wanita itu... sentiasa mengambil berat tentang diri dan keluarga kekasihnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;novel banyak memberi fantasi yang mungkin aku tidak dapat menikmatinya.. kadang kala aku berfikir jika aku diberi peluang untuk berada didalam novel dan menharungi semua bibit-bibit cinta bersama kekasihku apakah rintangan yang harus aku perjuangkan? kadang kala aku bermimpi agar cerita novel itu akan menjadi reality di dalam hidupku.. seseorang lelaki yang tampan yang akan hidup semati bersamaku tetapi mimpi itu akan berhenti hingga di saat mana aku akan menakhiri hidup bujangku itu.. kadang kala membaca novel akan memberi aku sesuatu kemahuan yang aku tahu aku tidak akan memilikki... tetapi aku percaya kadang kala mimpi boleh menjadi kenyataan tetapi ada kala hanya mengecewakan hati sendiri... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setiap saat minit berlalu. aku berfikir adakah lelaki yang akan mengahwini aku akan sentiasa bersamaku? adakah seseorang untuk diriku ini??.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2Up1eNQEdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/uzVfEgPscT0/s1600-h/holding_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2Up1eNQEdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/uzVfEgPscT0/s320/holding_hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144564147959108050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-7169956736616458490?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7169956736616458490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=7169956736616458490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7169956736616458490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7169956736616458490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/adakah-seseorang-untuk-diriku.html' title='adakah seseorang untuk diriku?'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R2Up1eNQEdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/uzVfEgPscT0/s72-c/holding_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-6085595948973500162</id><published>2007-12-13T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:54:40.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two days review</title><content type='html'>yo yo.. ladiez... how u guys.. to my dear qyna, im sorry i can visit you in hospital but i pray to god that u will be fine and healthy!! i would like to c u... for those going to visit her send my regards and kisses to her... thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now let talk y i am now sitting in front of the comp early in the morning as if i dun have time tomoro, well i really dun hv time tomoro, tomoro i will be very busy cooking and baby sitting... im so exhausted but i would like to do a book review that i just read, it a malay novel... it been quite a long time i lay my eyes to read love novel... it a sweet novel and it remind me to someone that always waited for me and i have not given the answer yet.. well and then the song 'Dambaan' sang by DIDiRAZLI is really meant for him... well all i could say is i still dun noe my true feeling for you yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaterday i had meeting with the sec 3 council and it suck!!! they make me waited for 3 hrs!!! luckily i had my crew with me if not i will be bored to death... oh ya.. remember the post that i said i will be making new pasport actually i wanted to change my picture only but when i go to the counter the person said i had to change the how damn pasport! i was shock then i told the person i still got 3 years to go till 2012 and you want me to waste my money just to do new pasport that cost $70 and only life limit is 5 yrs!! then i told my mum no need change if at the immeresion don let me in i will punch that person face!! well after that we wen geylang and eat at arnold!! i thought weekday so no need to que buyt i was wrong the que was long and we wanted a long table so we waited for 20 mints.. we ordered 1 whole spring chicken, 1/2 spring chicken, potato platter with cheese sauce, mashed potato and coke them we had ice kacang with icecream and banana split for dessert! well i was quite and expreince as i ate 1/4 of a whole chicken in public because i was damn hngry lah.. hahaha.. &lt;strong&gt;well to my DATE READ THIS!! ON 31ST I WANT TO EAT EITHER AT SEOUL GARDEN OR SWENSENS CAUSE I WANT TO HAVE THE REAL BANANA SPLIT OR MAYBE THE VOLCANO ICE CREAM OK!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that all for now.. getting sleepy but hungry ah.. how?? hahaha good night love u all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-6085595948973500162?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6085595948973500162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=6085595948973500162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6085595948973500162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6085595948973500162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/two-days-review.html' title='two days review'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-3198303420153178131</id><published>2007-12-11T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T04:10:04.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>at last, it can work..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;FOR MY ERNIE KU SAYANG UNTUK SANTAPAN MU KERNA DIKAU KEMPUNAN BROWNIEKU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R156VhalxZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mUEuojZOKHI/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R156VhalxZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mUEuojZOKHI/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142682334669424018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys.. have i shown you the gubahan i made for my uncle wedding?? well the gubahan i make is my own creation 'NUTTY MINT CHOCOLATE FUDGE BROWNIE WITH WHITE CHOCOLATE FLAKES' it in love shape with sugar flower on top... it look sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R157JhalxaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0Xb0ghQqIGQ/s1600-h/S6300237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R157JhalxaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0Xb0ghQqIGQ/s320/S6300237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142683228022621602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even got comment from the bride side that the brownie taste damn good.. so try to make one but my niece broke my mint essence and my mum borrow my neighbour essence and she took the wrong essence, she took peppermint essence and my brownie turn out to be damn hot lah.. last last kene kasi garbage mkn psl takde org mkn.. how wasted!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was quite tiring.. cause last night make brownie for my cuzzi as he order.. and today morning morning day wake up nak pour the chocolate on top and packed it.. haiz.. when i look in the brownie i start to remember all my friends.. i miss you guys.. but i start laughing cause y i look in the brownie then i remembered you guys?? hahaha.. maybe when you all eating my brownie and enjoy the taste i can see all ur smile... haiz... tomoro i will go change my pasport picture and will go jln with my mum..and of course my big sis and her childrens.. haiz.. i thought can get off as she and husband are off tomoro but i guess not..hmmm.. oh ya i will also had to buy slipers as raya haji this year will go back kampung and barbeque the korban just like last year... but this year i will be mother of two children.. i seem to be very very old this holiday... i will pose a picture and i look damn cool with the HOTZ glasses of my dad... i work it during the majlis kahwin that i help to make the deco and pelamin as to hid my eye bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R159rhalxbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/V05LwjnDk54/s1600-h/Cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R159rhalxbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/V05LwjnDk54/s320/Cool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142686011161429426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i edit the mode so it look cool..&lt;br /&gt;as for now.. i wanna rest..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-3198303420153178131?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3198303420153178131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=3198303420153178131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/3198303420153178131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/3198303420153178131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/at-last-it-can-work.html' title='at last, it can work..'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R156VhalxZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mUEuojZOKHI/s72-c/DSC00485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-4370354008865888953</id><published>2007-12-09T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T07:09:56.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hujan tidak henti-henti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R1wFHRalxXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/p8n2KW6BaDY/s1600-h/black-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R1wFHRalxXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/p8n2KW6BaDY/s320/black-rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141990497042417010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku sangkakan panas berpanjang&lt;br /&gt;lupanya gerimis&lt;br /&gt;lupanya gerimis mengundang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... ari ini hunajm tak henti-henti, &lt;br /&gt;stop continue, stop continue... bole nyayi lagu dangdut tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop engkau mencuri hatiku-hatiku&lt;br /&gt;stop engkau mencuri hatiku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nari my mood is jiwangs... i dont noe y.. dari pagi asyik dengar lagu jiwang je.. lagi lagi lagu zamani gerimis mengundang suit betul dengan cuaca... dah dua hari hp aku tak bunyi-bunyi.. sebok sgt kot semua sampai lupa aku..dia pun tak msg aku... mungkin kepenatan kot.. haiz... ape lah nasibku ini.. mcm nak dgr lagu P.Ramlee pulak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malam bulan di pagar bintang&lt;br /&gt;makin indah jika dipandang&lt;br /&gt;bagai gadis beri senyuman&lt;br /&gt;pada bujang idaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andai kasih ingin di manja&lt;br /&gt;dengan cumbuan mersa&lt;br /&gt;untuk berhibur lara&lt;br /&gt;penawan diasmara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai... andai kata bintang beribu, berikan satu kepadaku untuk aku memberikan kepada nya... angin bayu himbuskan lah salam cintaku kepadanya... berikan kesjukkan untuk menhangatkan cintaku ini... wahai kasih pujaan... rindukah dikau kepadaku??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini cuma rekaan semata-mata bukan untuk sesiapa ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-4370354008865888953?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4370354008865888953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R1wFHRalxXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/p8n2KW6BaDY/s72-c/black-rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-6673068556985293351</id><published>2007-12-08T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T01:15:31.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$!#%!#$^^</title><content type='html'>nari betul betul macam sial!!!! ingat nak ajak semua kluar gi bazaar mlm abe akak keje!!!! @!%#^%!$%~$^ betul die punya kwn!$!#@%!$%~@$~ ain pulak keluar dgn !$!%$!~#@$~ nak beli apam pulau pinang.. memandangkan dia nak kluar ingat nak belanja famili mkn kfc... lagi pun anak sedare aku pun dah lama tak mkn kfc.. so kasi ain duit abe tanye dia lah ade duit ke tak.. suru beli cd hindustan dgn kfc abe dia ckp dia tak bole pkai semua duit psl si !$!^@^~$~^~@$ takde duit nak beli apam pulau pinang!!!!! mcm sial!!! mak nak mkn tapi takde duit buat ape nak beli!!!!! dah tua bangke tak tau ape tu apam pulau pinang!!!!!! ~!@#^&amp;@%#!^~#$!%!Q&amp;*$^!&amp;#%!^ tahu nak abis kan duit org je!!! si ain pun satu klau kaya takpe nak belanja org sendiri tak mampu nak pinjam2kan org duit!!!!!$#^~!$&amp;^$&amp;@^*@%!#^!&amp;@^*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-6673068556985293351?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6673068556985293351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=6673068556985293351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/6673068556985293351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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@!$#$%~#@$~$#~@#$~$~@#%@$!~ i had to take care of her children again... im so tired and bored at the same time.. today hindustan also very very boring!!! maybe later go out ar.. go buy hindustan cd... i getting crazy at home with nothing to do... oh dear... what i want to do.. i feel like banging this damn computer because i been sitting in front of this things for two hours and nothing to do..!!!!! brother go seminar and dont knoe what time cuming back home.. msg people all nvr reply!! y?y?y??? im damn bored now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-8674381891313576887?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8674381891313576887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sakura... um,um,i,i,i like you" and his face was damn red.. it was the cutest part of the anime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura was shock of course but after Li when back to his home town them she realise how she love him so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most of the best part is when sakura turn to say how she really dear him.. that part sakura was capturing a card of 'SLIT' card that will slit everyone feeling that make her reluctant to captured the card as Li will lose his feeling towards her.. but there a magic that happen, after capturing sakura said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shaoran i know by now you don't have any feeling towards me but it okay... i just want you to know that i have fallen in love with you and that will never change and you are the only person i care the most... i love you Shaoran!" isn't that romantic??? then Shaoran Li said.."then you are mine!" owwwwww.... that the magic.. the 'SLIT' card didnt took Li feeling away towards sakura... owwwww... i wanna cry.. so romantic!!!! show you guys the picture k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R1lfThalxVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/S_UfqMoEme4/s1600-h/20060703-sakuratree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R1lfThalxVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/S_UfqMoEme4/s320/20060703-sakuratree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141245238612182354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let talk about today... just now watch rapsodi remix... cool hady so cute alif too.. elfie so charming his voice haiz... so macho...&lt;br /&gt;ibu today cook nasi briyani.. power.. im so bored today... actually nak ayang aku kluar tapi die ade training keje... mcm nak mkn DO N ME haiz... gemuk siot aku nie... tadi pun tgk sea game.. singapore lagi sikit je dpt second place but he slow down!!! now must wait for the silat part must watch!!!!!! GO SINGAPORE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-7869541658556971855?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7869541658556971855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=7869541658556971855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7869541658556971855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/7869541658556971855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-you.html' title='have you?'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R1lfThalxVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/S_UfqMoEme4/s72-c/20060703-sakuratree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-5623711417305565877</id><published>2007-12-06T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T03:30:42.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just don't understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R1fdVRalxUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FA5bT_51esk/s1600-h/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R1fdVRalxUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FA5bT_51esk/s320/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140820857188631874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it my fault that you are tired? is it my fault that you are damn tired of doing the house chore?&lt;br /&gt;ibu yana tak paham lah dengan ibu... ibu selalu begini, bile penat ibu asyik-asyik nak marah marah... yana ni sape bu? yana bukan anak ibu ke? ape salah yana dengan ain yg buat ibu selalu nak marah.. ibu penat yana paham.. yana tak pernah gomel klau ibu nak rehat malah yana sanggup jaga anak-anak sedara yana jadi ibu dapat tidur dan rehat kan badan.. yana tak pernah bising kat ibu yang yana tak kluar klaur jalan-jalan sebab nak jaga kan anak-anak akak yana.. yana nak temankan ibu agar ibu tak kesorangan... tapi klau ibu begini.. yana dah tak tau nak buat ape.. bile ibu sorang.. ibu telefon yana suru cepat balik temankan ibu.. yana selalu yg teman ibu gi pasar psl yana tahu.. ain tak akan ikut.. abang pun takkan ikut.. yana je yg ibu suru itu suru ini... bile ade org order ibu mkn.. sape yg ibu kejut untuk tolong ibu msk atau bungkus bungkus??? sape bu??? pernah yana bising klau yana takde duit penat bile tolong ibu?? pernah? malah yana yang paham bile ibu susah... ibu lah semua untuk yana tapi klau ibu tak nak ckp dgn yana tak nak kejut yana bangun.. sape lagi yang nak bantu yana.. mungkin bagi ibu yana anak ayah.. sebab ayah lah yg selalu manjakan yana dengan tu dengan ini.. psl ayah tahu ibu cuma akan carikkan yana baju abe bile takde size ibu bising bising... ibu ingat yana suka dengan bentuk badan yana ke? ibu ingat yana suka dengan ape yang yana ade sekarang? ibu ingat bile yana keluar dengan sape2 yana selesa dengan ape yang yana pakai? ibu ingat... kadang kala hati yana nie sakit sangat tau.. yana lah yang buruk yanh jahat tapi yana juga lah yang turun kata yang ikut dengar cakap yana lah yg kene ikut ape yg di suru.. hati yana luka ibu.. luka sangat sangat.. yana nak ade matair yg bole yana luarkan isi hati yana nie.. tapi sape nak ibu? yana tak tau yana akan kahwin ke tidak.. yana tak tau yana bole hidup lama ke tak... ape yang yana tahu selagi yana hidup yana nak jaga ibu dengan ayah. yana nak antar ibu dengan ayah pergi haji yana nak ibu dengan ayah hidup senang di samping yana... itu je yana impikan and ingin tunaikan untuk ibu dan ayah... klau bole yana yana taknak ibu susah susah buat kuih-kuih atau masak masak untuk org.. yana nak ibu rehat.. tapi demi anak-anak ibu sanggup buat ape sahaja.. malah itu yang buat yana sayang sangat dengan ibu ayah tapi bile ibu kepenatan ibu begini.. yana lebih rela ibu tak ya buat ape ape..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ibu&lt;br /&gt;mengapa kau buat diriku begini&lt;br /&gt;mengapa kau sanggup buat ku menderita&lt;br /&gt;mengapa kau tidak pernah hargai apa yang aku buat padamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ibu&lt;br /&gt;engkau lah pelita hatiku&lt;br /&gt;engkau lah cahaya hatiku&lt;br /&gt;engkau lah bunga di taman hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ibu&lt;br /&gt;aku ingin melihat kau bahagia&lt;br /&gt;aku ingin melihat kau sentiasa ceria&lt;br /&gt;aku ingin melihat kau sentiasa tersenyum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahai ibu pahami lah diriku ini&lt;br /&gt;aku cuma ingin melihat bahagia disamping anak anak mu ini..&lt;br /&gt;moga apa yang aku impikan akan menjadi kenyataan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-5623711417305565877?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5623711417305565877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=5623711417305565877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/5623711417305565877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/5623711417305565877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-just-dont-understand.html' title='i just don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R1fdVRalxUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FA5bT_51esk/s72-c/DSC00193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-8512678310742297890</id><published>2007-11-29T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T02:02:55.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News Yana Today</title><content type='html'>Welcome, today news..&lt;br /&gt;-i will be busy this few day&lt;br /&gt;-yesterday event&lt;br /&gt;-what's cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to 'news yana today'. we have HOT news that will be spread to all of you... first topic is,'i will be busy this few day' as i will be not at home as i will be rewang and making deco at people wedding. i will be at choa chua kang for three days straight!! i will be missing my korea and hindi movies man!!! $#^@^*^&amp;*@%#$!! that a relief!!! two week missing my favourite drama!!!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="290"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/jeF5sxBtQX/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/jeF5sxBtQX/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="290" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second topic is yesterday event, i had the worst day of my life yesterday! i been fighting wif my mum for two days!!! well its her fault anyway who ask her to make herself tired?? ^)&amp;$#)#$&amp;!@(#&amp;$@# at last she talk to me today... that a little good news!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third topic is yesterday yesterday i have cooked fish and chip, then today i cooked chicken rice.. yeah baby it's superb!! ija syg klau kau mkn mesti nak tambah!!! kuang kuang kuang... hingga menjilat jari babe!!! and tonite making muffins for people got to make 300+++... big sum of number... doa for me that i can make it baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that all for today news.. catch me back next week same time and more topic will be spread to all of you!! NaMASte! farliana signing out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-8512678310742297890?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8512678310742297890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=8512678310742297890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/8512678310742297890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/8512678310742297890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/news-yana-today.html' title='News Yana Today'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-7584295491330590029</id><published>2007-11-26T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T06:34:57.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my dearest NorFaieza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1080863910572812790&amp;amp;site=widget-f6.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1080863910572812790&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f6.slide.com/p1/1080863910572812790/bb_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1080863910572812790&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f6.slide.com/p2/1080863910572812790/bb_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eja, you may not know how much i care and love you... im sorry for all the things i done to you.. because of you i know i will not be alone... im sorry that this days i had no time for you... im sorry for not been there when you are bored and needed a friend... im sorry.. it just that life is been difficult to me.. responsiblity on me had been ery big and both my parents need me by their side.. im sure you eja.. you been my best friend all my life.. i dun want to lose you in any situation... im really sorry.. remember when we fight? you email me.. sorry is the difficult word to say.. im really sorry... i will always love you... and i will always be there... just hang in there n i will reach you no matter what... i love you.. i really do!!&lt;br /&gt;(for those who read i love eja AS A FREND don't ever think the other way round!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-7584295491330590029?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7584295491330590029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=7584295491330590029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ROSES'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137184165606096306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R0rxx9i2fbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6rfEKYxAdGU/s320/DSC00525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WELCOME BACK TO ME!!!, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i know it been a very very long time since i updated my blog right?? try to understand guys... busy and lazyness make me difficult to update my blog.. but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i have the feeling to update my blog... and after this the whole week i will be busy again and i hope all will wait.. now i will tell what making me very busy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;choosing cloths for my prom nite is the worst thing for me and making me very buzy, go geylang lah, sun plaza lah, joo chiat lah, tanjong katong complex lah... everywhere lah just to find a nice cloth for me to go to the prom at last i found it at a shop name 'CHERRY' at sun plaza.(i will show the cloth i wore on prom nite)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my BROWNIE ordering is eventually had been a very successfull. i have lots n lots of order. recently i had just make a MINT NUTTY HEART BROWNIE for my SWEET HANDSOME UNCLE who just got married yesterday. i love you PAMAN WAN!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;helping my mum n dad out in wedding ceremony of my UNCLE, it a very tiring day.. i stayed awake for 2 days in a row just to make sure my brownie and his PELAMIN is done!(i will show the pelamin)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;helping my mum again in making another wedding ceremony this week on 30th nov, 1st dec and 2nd dec at chua choa kang(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is that spelling right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;planning for sec 1 orentation in january.. games, man power, logistic all this are making me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CRAZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's all i could list down... here some pic to make you know what i been doing!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ENJOYZ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R0rxNti2fZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nQ2uFL86U_A/s1600-h/DSC00492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137183542835838354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R0rxNti2fZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nQ2uFL86U_A/s320/DSC00492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;at prom nite... pretty??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R0rxN9i2faI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VtY_IRdme04/s1600-h/DSC00529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137183547130805666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/R0rxN9i2faI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VtY_IRdme04/s320/DSC00529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the pelamin which my mum, dad n me build.. nice??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-6472537511084208241?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6472537511084208241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=6472537511084208241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-8095187432189910053</id><published>2007-11-02T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:42:45.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now it november guys..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/RytRJWbrL3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/eawnbAzrrIo/s1600-h/DSC00432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128281821773770610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/RytRJWbrL3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/eawnbAzrrIo/s320/DSC00432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Wow.. it already NOVEMBER n i got a few paper left... well... 'o' was almost done n im not going talk about the paper.. Yang sudah tu sudah.. so no one should talk about the paper.. well im sure i will do OK with the paper.. let talk about what im doing so far.. well im now doing business in selling brownie.. it a job well done.. lots of order and lots of chocolate.. im still smsing with the guy.. i just finish watching Mimpi manis box 1... i love it man!! Iqbal Pakula is so damn handsome... dah watch 'the game plan'? all of you guys out there must watch that show!! it great... it about father n daughter love.. the rock is sooo cute... let talk about my birthday.. My birthday?? this is the worst year ever on celebrating my birthday.. in fact i DID NOT celebrate my birthday at all... i waited for my friend to sms me at midnight but none except for _ _ _... but it ok... i noe who i am anyway.. Raya was okay... onli that it kind of bored actually cause many people thought i already work so less collection this year.. prom nite getting near... i still dun noe what to where... after all im all alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favourite song from mimpi manis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gerimis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sekitar jam tujuh sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Disaat kita berdua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tiba-tiba..oh..tiba-tiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gerimis datang mengundang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;**Gerimis gerimis gerimis..oh..gerimis gerimis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mengundang mengundang mengundang kemesraan..kemesraan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tak pernah aku bayang kan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Berpayung kita berdua..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh..sungguh indah oh.. sungguh indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kau peluk diriku mesra..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Repeat **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haruskah katakan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baru pertama kali aku bercumbu dgnmu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apakah getaran hati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mengandung etri cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Di saat kau belai mesra..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mengapa aku membisu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tak berani mengatakan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kalau aku sedang jatuh cinta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Repeat **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Darling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Dewi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Di mata kanan,&lt;br /&gt;dan dimata kiriku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Terbayang wajahmu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Terbayang wajahmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Di ufuk barat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dan di ufuk timur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Terdengar suaramu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Terdengar suaramu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh...My darling Oh...My darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh...My darling Oh...My darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Fazal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Di atas angkasa nan biru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Terlukis namamu, Dan namaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Menjadi pelangi melodi cinta kita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(F&amp;amp;D) Oh...My darling (Oh...My darling) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh...My darling (Oh...My darling) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh...My darling (Oh...My darling) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh...My darling (Oh...My darling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(F) Sebening air danau,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Putihnya cintamuInginku tenggelam....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Karna aku t'lah terbakar api asmara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(D) Aku pun terbakar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oleh api asmaramu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hatiku yang rindu mengharapkan layan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hatiku yang pilu mengharap sentuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(F) Segilir angin malam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ku sentuh cintamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ingin aku bawa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh dirimu dan pelayan ke pantai syurga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(D) Dayunglah berdayung,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Marilah kita berdayung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Menuju ke pantai syurga cinta kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Melepaskan rindu dan saling bercumbu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(F) Oh...My darling Oh...My darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh...My darling Oh...My darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(D) Oh...My darling Oh...My darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh...My darling Oh...My darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(F&amp;amp;D)Oh...My darling (Oh...My darling) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh...My darling (Oh...My darling) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh...My darling (Oh...My darling) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh...My darling (My darling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/RytQhGbrL2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/QjXJRUF_cCI/s1600-h/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-7073466606932520178</id><published>2007-10-04T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:30:52.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a surprise person and a missing person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imisshim,ireallydo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today morning i have one msg n one miss call, i thought the call might be from shikin or eja or farina or ernie or fuziana call ask y nvr come skool but but but it not from them... it from someone that i expected not to call... i find it funny but at the same time curious... why the person call me?? why why?? so i decided to msg the person and ask did he missed call me?&lt;br /&gt;i think at 10 plus the person reply and ask y i did not came skool today.. so i reply back and said that i was unwell(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;iliedactually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;), then the person told me to have a good rest then.. he was so sweet.. but curios u know.. out of sudden.. the migs was from JUS HATELI reminding me of his birthday this sunday... well jus, happy advanced birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss that missing person, i find him like getting away from me.. i dun noe y i miss him.. maybe because im toooooo use of him msging me in the morning and sending me gd nite msges... but this two week he seldom do that... i did msg him juz now but the way he reply as if he was lazy... or maybe he was sleepy and want to sleep... but im not use to him like that.. or maybe i did sumthing wrong to him that make him like wanna stay away from me??? if really it is.. im sorry.. i really am and thank you for being a friend eventhough u are far... im sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-7073466606932520178?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-2408579266481302443</id><published>2007-10-02T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:19:36.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little scared...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm so so so so scared...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will tell you y..&lt;br /&gt;everyday there will be mock exam or consultation time... today english mock exam (summary) and guess what i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CABUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, im a little scared actually... what i did was really wrong u see.. after the english mock, there will be fnn lesson and the lesson will have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VVIP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(very very idiot person) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who will be cuming to our lesson to check us out.. but as you know FNN is very very boring and i get bored and my left brain will start to crack idea so that i will entertain myself.. if not i will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sleeping away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and if that were to happen i will get caught and be questioned!! hehe mcm CSI investigation...yesterday also cabut from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maths &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mock exam... hehehe... diorg lah influence.. kesian yana terperangkap di tengah-tengah... to the birthday gerl tomoro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wan Asshikin Bte Wan Sarip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;happy birthday yang ke 18 tahun... belajar lah rajin2 semoga awak akan menjadi anak yang soleha, seorang kakak yang penyayang dan baik hati and semoga apabila sudah berumah tangga ankan menjadi isteri misthali dan taat pada suaminya(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;moga-moga ahmad khalid eh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Amin Yarabbalalamin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some songs that is playing in my mind now.. i will write the lyric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seribu kali sayang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berdosakah diriku&lt;br /&gt;terpaksa melepaskan&lt;br /&gt;cintamu yang serapuh&lt;br /&gt;dahan nak kering usang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang akhirnyakan patah&lt;br /&gt;terhempas gemeratap&lt;br /&gt;oh sungguh memilukan&lt;br /&gt;tak dapat ku bayangkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seribu kali sayang&lt;br /&gt;santapku kan ke mati&lt;br /&gt;cerita kasih kita&lt;br /&gt;rupanya seketika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah merelakan&lt;br /&gt;setelah kau disinggapkan&lt;br /&gt;segugus janji-janji&lt;br /&gt;tergamak kau mungkiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakah sebenar yang tejadi&lt;br /&gt;hingga kau bersikap demikian&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan kau sesungguhnya percaya&lt;br /&gt;kasihku tak berbelah-bagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aduhai...&lt;br /&gt;tak sanggupku kenangkan&lt;br /&gt;semua telah nyata&lt;br /&gt;cintamu ku rawat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;datang dan hilang&lt;br /&gt;semahu hatimu&lt;br /&gt;itulah falsafah&lt;br /&gt;pegangan cintamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namun harus kau ingat&lt;br /&gt;hati yang manakah&lt;br /&gt;selamanya kan sabar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2750795276317719445-2408579266481302443?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2408579266481302443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2750795276317719445&amp;postID=2408579266481302443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2408579266481302443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2750795276317719445/posts/default/2408579266481302443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-scared.html' title='a little scared...'/><author><name>Siti Farliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07411050697748513752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/SD_uztIs-YI/AAAAAAAAASk/RT81EGeB1mY/S220/yana.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2750795276317719445.post-3121173272689227904</id><published>2007-10-02T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:47:56.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some words i have to express</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aku cinta padamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Wo ai ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Main tumshe pyar karte ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tere amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ma aling kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;To all my friends, this is those words that i want to express to you all.. sometime i had difficult time to express to you.. so only by writing it i can show how much i care and love you all... i'm sorry as not going for night study and break fast together with all of u guys.. but i will make sure i will make time for it.. i promise.. and for those friend who are slacking please, please buck up..dont ever slack as you got to pay it in the future.. i really love you all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here some hindi words and i will express it in english k..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tum bhi ho, main bhi hoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paas aao, to keh do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maine tumse pyar bahut kiya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;har ghadi bas tera interzaar kiya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haan, kya bataoon tujhe kitna pyaar kiya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aur dil mera li gaya loot ke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bas maine bohut pyar tumse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;english translaction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are here, so am i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come closer, and i will tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all this time i have waited for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i could say, i really love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you the one who steal my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i still &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/RwI80VlGcrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UZSnM0C9eA4/s1600-h/z24750444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116718996489925298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tmdMKP_YcNU/RwI80VlGcrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UZSnM0C9eA4/s320/z24750444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2750795276317719445-3121173272689227904?l=itaboutmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itaboutmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3121173272689227904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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