<?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-7860497814542423144</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:41:51.946-08:00</updated><category term='merepek'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='sad'/><category term='drawing'/><category term='advice'/><category term='mimpi'/><category term='funny'/><category term='HIM'/><category term='food'/><category term='photography'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='video'/><category term='camping'/><category term='event'/><category term='project'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='love'/><category term='capoeira'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Hyper, Dramatic &amp; Animated</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8042481516777295380</id><published>2012-01-19T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T01:49:48.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>Project: DIY  pin cushion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;Today I am still on holiday and like any other holidays, I always spend some time of the day to "do" something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Having a hard time finding those needle for your sewing project? Or you're rushing and couldn't find your pin for to wear hijab? Then... you'll need a pin cushion!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haha okay that's kinda lame -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I decided to finish my pin cushion.&lt;br /&gt;Previously, I had a thick sponge that can be obtained from new pencil case.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make it into a ball shape, and estimated how large do I have to cut the sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sew the end all together (to get the ball shape). Have to sew it many times so it would be secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I finished it up by covering it with a fabric. I choose a bold colour so it "pop out" a bit. Btw, instead of sewing it, I used hot glue ^_^&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as a holder (because it couldn't stand by its own), I chose this small basket that has a bear hugging it. Cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RNSlQL4dwM/Txfa1h2Ad5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/aRCNh9dilQ4/s1600/Photo_00037-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RNSlQL4dwM/Txfa1h2Ad5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/aRCNh9dilQ4/s400/Photo_00037-tile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699264466613467026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_Jw1PeB__Q/Txfa1pqV6rI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nnvQqpG7fWk/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_Jw1PeB__Q/Txfa1pqV6rI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nnvQqpG7fWk/s400/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699264468712024754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this is one of my successful projects... *wipe happy tears&lt;br /&gt;I will put this on my make-up desk :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other ideas as the holder:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;candle holder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;large bottle caps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye people, got to clean these mess I've just made ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to comment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_Jw1PeB__Q/Txfa1pqV6rI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nnvQqpG7fWk/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8H7IZvOEcw/TxflSHOwXJI/AAAAAAAAAbM/04WQSnUQiKU/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699275952801995922" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_Jw1PeB__Q/Txfa1pqV6rI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nnvQqpG7fWk/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.: My 2nd pin cushion. The green-blue one :.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8042481516777295380?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8042481516777295380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8042481516777295380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8042481516777295380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8042481516777295380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-diy-pin-cushion.html' title='Project: DIY  pin cushion'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RNSlQL4dwM/Txfa1h2Ad5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/aRCNh9dilQ4/s72-c/Photo_00037-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-174746718994097012</id><published>2012-01-11T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T08:13:21.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Apam and cupcakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Assalamualaikum readers... (If any is still exist)&lt;/div&gt;OMG I've told myself I will kill myself if I left my blog and not updating it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that was just a joke... a not very funny kind a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... yeah... I am now quite busy at home... doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that's a lie. I did something. Like... I help sent my brother to and from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also... made cupcakes and apam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are beautiful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7FxODnE0vb4/Tw2zUjqyFPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LS80VJVSUVE/s320/DSC_0044%2Bedit-crop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696406269446984946" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ggz3QHHv1Q/Tw2y2_h3slI/AAAAAAAAAZs/yz64IucAoE0/s320/DSC_0035%2Bedit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696405761529721426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought about making a cupcake business... If you're living near Kajang, wanna try my cupcakes? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I was hoping the swirl on the cupcake (the icing) to look more like Mcd's ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... need to buy new tip for the icing. Wuhooo!! Ganbatte to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But seriously I am tyring to make a business here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... Any question and suggestion, just comment! Peace :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: What else is there to babble?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-174746718994097012?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/174746718994097012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=174746718994097012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/174746718994097012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/174746718994097012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2012/01/apam-and-cupcakes.html' title='Apam and cupcakes.'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7FxODnE0vb4/Tw2zUjqyFPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LS80VJVSUVE/s72-c/DSC_0044%2Bedit-crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-2280795399403393511</id><published>2011-12-24T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T09:36:48.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><title type='text'>Comic Fiesta 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Assalamualaikum everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Phew... this blog is covered with spider webs!! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog went on HIATUS because I was busy with my studies.&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog so much but I don't know what to write as I tried not to post random babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to break the hiatus, let me share with you guys some bits of my first experience attending Comic Fiesta at KLCC Convention Centre on the 17th December.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rode bus from PJ. One of my friends lost his wallet on the bus. Nice!! *sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went on LRT. Arrived at KLLC and went to the place of event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queuing outside for about an HOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went inside, bought tickets and waited(alone!) for another 2 hours because the hall where they held the event was packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cosplayers are EVERYWHERE. So jealous =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Entered the hall(finally!) and it sure was packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of booths selling anime's merchandise but not very variety as only the merchandise from very popular anime were available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought this snow cap thing. I thought it was less than rm50 but then the sellers told me it was rm60! ...I got my money back and I gently put back the item. The seller got a bit freaked out and sell it to me for rm50. Wohooo!!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am actually still alone for about 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought a couple of  T-shirts from Gempak Starz booth for rm25 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends were back and we snapped some pictures! And also managed to visit booths of personal and incorporated artistes/sellers at the last minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally we go back around Maghrib... Tiring and lots of time wasting but it was enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So why I list it down?&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So that I won't babble too much :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And... here are a couple of pictures from that day :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qE4U1aoink/TvYIt9us8KI/AAAAAAAAAZI/auDOkQD9jFk/s1600/Image0776%2Bedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qE4U1aoink/TvYIt9us8KI/AAAAAAAAAZI/auDOkQD9jFk/s400/Image0776%2Bedit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689744764986781858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me with hunky Batman... Oh that thing on my cheek was supposedly a heart =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gat2CkElkrQ/TvYItvU4QLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/MXZ59zLuVPY/s1600/Image0777%2Bedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gat2CkElkrQ/TvYItvU4QLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/MXZ59zLuVPY/s400/Image0777%2Bedit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689744761120374962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend and I. He was trolling the event, known as the Horse-head Guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was planning to go to this event or other similar events next year. My tip for those who also seriously want to join, COME EARLY so that you can enjoy the event to the fullest :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My preparation for the next event... COSPLAY  as something! (yes, something...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or... my backup plan, wear something cool :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah buhbye~&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this kinda-sorta-really-quite boring post :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-2280795399403393511?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/2280795399403393511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=2280795399403393511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2280795399403393511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2280795399403393511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/12/comic-fiesta-2011.html' title='Comic Fiesta 2011'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qE4U1aoink/TvYIt9us8KI/AAAAAAAAAZI/auDOkQD9jFk/s72-c/Image0776%2Bedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-1752560912028154619</id><published>2011-10-15T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T06:19:06.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic Recycle Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lately people have said about how you should not reuse the mineral water bottle, carbonated water bottle, and/or soft drink bottle that you have finished?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.torontorunningclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/recyclecodes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You shouldn't reused or refill this type of bottle, because chemicals of the plastic bottle could leach into the water. This type of bottle is indicated by recycling symbol (usually) at the bottom of the bottle . Remember #1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The safe type of bottles to be reuse are #2, #4 and #5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 sometimes may bleach BPA. Usually baby bottles and drinking cups were made by this type of bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to be safe, use glass bottle/cup instead ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reference: &lt;a href="http://yalesustainability.wordpress.com/2009/04/29/do-you-know-which-number-plastic-bottles-are-safe-to-reuse/"&gt;http://yalesustainability.wordpress.com/2009/04/29/do-you-know-which-number-plastic-bottles-are-safe-to-reuse/&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-1752560912028154619?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/1752560912028154619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=1752560912028154619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/1752560912028154619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/1752560912028154619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/10/plastic-recycle-numbers.html' title='Plastic Recycle Numbers'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8852565671332623379</id><published>2011-10-12T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T09:24:12.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project: Guitar plush keychain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Here is my first plush I made using felt fabric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Took me some time and really required my full attention to make sure the stitching was all neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real problem for me to make this was to cut the fabrics into the desired shape. It was hard because the shape I was making is quite small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plush isn't perfectly neat and doesn't have great details, but I'm satisfied with it because this is my first time. (although I did make one a while back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The pattern I used to make this... It wasn't a proper one... So can't show it here ^_^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnFKSxpsm74/TpW10q2mKGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9a7h5ObXx3Y/s320/Guitar+plush.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just found an image similar to mine except it is better. Grrr~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQB0sMwiSC584c5cRNnsJdNcNm5jndjPTpssPKNbbvXLZV45i5U" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah... it doesn't matter. I only feel more motivated to make a better one next time ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, what do you think of my guitar plush?&lt;br /&gt;And what other shape I should make?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My brothers wanted me to make them football boot shape =_="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8852565671332623379?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8852565671332623379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8852565671332623379&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8852565671332623379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8852565671332623379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/10/project-guitar-plush-keychain.html' title='Project: Guitar plush keychain'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnFKSxpsm74/TpW10q2mKGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9a7h5ObXx3Y/s72-c/Guitar+plush.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-7997648002191662803</id><published>2011-10-03T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T12:24:44.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back from hiatus</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys.. dah lama tak post. been busy with exams. Er, that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait waitttt&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you guys my future plans for this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i might remove most of the old posts here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-no more emotional post. i hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-publish lots of d.i.y post! Hooyeahh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- put pretty pictures~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-create a banner. finally~ =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-increase traffic. ha-ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-7997648002191662803?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/7997648002191662803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=7997648002191662803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7997648002191662803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7997648002191662803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-from-hiatus.html' title='back from hiatus'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5731337457096847928</id><published>2011-08-12T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T09:02:37.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You made me cry</title><content type='html'>I cried again.&lt;div&gt;because of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried treating you. I tried to answer your question.&lt;br /&gt;I tried... I'm being honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time I cried because of you... you bashed me with question about her. Sampai depan dia I menangis gila2. then dia marah you =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that... mmg byk kali la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bila I rindu tapi tak boleh buat pape pun I nangis juga so that perasaan rindu tu boleh pergi jauh kejap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi tu la... just like you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you buat apa je utk dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and... jawab soalan you, layan your request is the only way I can to "do anything for you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and macam you yg slalu sedih, heart broke pasal dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pun mcm tu jugak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab tu I tak boleh nak marah you bila you macam ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab I pun pernah and sedang rasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERYTHING YOU DO, SAID AFFECT ME. you sedar tak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-5731337457096847928?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5731337457096847928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=5731337457096847928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5731337457096847928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5731337457096847928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-made-me-cry.html' title='You made me cry'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-913562410760044516</id><published>2011-07-31T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T11:17:50.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Ramadhan 1432H</title><content type='html'>Leka betul dengan duniawi...&lt;br /&gt;Rupanya dah masuk 1 Ogos dan 1 Ramadhan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berpuasa ye semua. Moga amalan2 yang kite lakukan bulan puasa ni nanti berkekalan selepas habis bulan ni nnt ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO er...&lt;br /&gt;Tengah mood degil dan tidak sedar diri sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerja ada, tapi still lepak2 dalam bilik layan  blog dan facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah dapat bantai aiskrim Malaysia dua batang... Yum yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebentar tadi kan, sedang cuba nak menconteng guna Windows Paint. Er, tiada idea sangat nk lukis apa. Maka, apa yg terlintas kat kepala, lukis je la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/imperfecthearts.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haish... Dalam hati ada taman. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*many minutes later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/anigifhealedheart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bila ada idea, apa je boleh buat ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: jgn curi sebarangan&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-913562410760044516?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/913562410760044516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=913562410760044516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/913562410760044516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/913562410760044516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/07/1-ramadhan-1432h.html' title='1 Ramadhan 1432H'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/th_imperfecthearts.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-3097920891418024638</id><published>2011-07-30T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T18:02:09.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not arrogant</title><content type='html'>I'm quite surprised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known this guy...&lt;br /&gt;we're just friends. Met him at CC.&lt;br /&gt;He is a part-timer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while we were just "melepak" there, he said "Syaza, tau tak kita ni classmate dulu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was speechless for a few seconds then i said, "Er, tau tapi tak kenal"&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said i was quite "sombong"...&lt;br /&gt;And i asked what makes he said that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he tried being friendly with me and he told me how he tried teasing me and I just stayed quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;When i think back, i dont remember him at all, but he does (maybe) seemed a bit familiar to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told him again, "Sorry, Syaza ni pemalu la. kalau tak kenal, memang syaza x bertegur and segan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, dont judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;He definitely now can see that i'm not arrogant and quite friendly when i'm used to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking again, this isnt the first time people said that I was arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;I guess people said that because i barely talked to them that i'm not familiar with yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm warning you, once I'm comfortable with you, my hyperness and playfulness will shown :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-3097920891418024638?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3097920891418024638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=3097920891418024638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3097920891418024638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3097920891418024638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-not-arrogant.html' title='I&apos;m not arrogant'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5655021153349531987</id><published>2011-07-10T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:35:32.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Expressing feeling that can't be expressed</title><content type='html'>macam mana nak luahkan perasaan yang tak boleh diluahkan?&lt;br /&gt;post status kat fb?&lt;br /&gt;twitter?&lt;br /&gt;blog it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;scream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;throw stuffs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;break stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;harm one's self?&lt;br /&gt;cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam mana nak buat bodoh perasaan yang asyik mendera diri?&lt;br /&gt;post status kat fb?&lt;br /&gt;twitter?&lt;br /&gt;blog it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;scream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;throw stuffs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;break stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;harm one's self?&lt;br /&gt;cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sumpah tak tau nak buat apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terpaksa denied apa yang ada dalam hati ni sebab aku pun tak pasti apa yg dalam hati ni sebenarnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi jangan terkejut kalau aku buat something yang extreme sebab perasaan yang tak boleh diluahkan ni build up sampai aku tak boleh nak kawal dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tak ugut ni tapi it can happen and has happened before =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: nape aku macam ni???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-5655021153349531987?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5655021153349531987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=5655021153349531987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5655021153349531987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5655021153349531987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/07/expressing-feeling-that-cant-be.html' title='Expressing feeling that can&apos;t be expressed'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-6958462223628723055</id><published>2011-05-24T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T04:51:02.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baru sedar ada wujud rupanya lagi satu sport movement ala2 gimnastik gitu. Tricking la, ape lg?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My senior la sibuk promote tricking kat gadis2 lasak yang dia kenal. Tak pasal2 kenal tag. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---qbFTVZPkA/TduWUhTQXuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/C3YzYbw78P4/s400/sc%2B45.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610243040100769506" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia tu rajin sangat berlatih tricking. Abis capoeira dia tinggalkan. Haha kidding2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tapi bila tengok dia tricking dalam video yang dia rakam, tak rasa macam tergoda plak. Er tergoda kepada tricking, bukan senior tu =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe dalam kepala sekarang ada capoeira je kot. Hik hik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dulu tengok kawan buat flip macam seronok ni. Tricking ni memang flip-flip, twist-twist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Antara movement tricking yang similar dari movement martial art lain contoh dari gimnastik, taekwando, capoeira(ehem2), wushu, etc. Movements yang sama tu of course yg jenis flip2, twist2 tu la~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tapi entah. macam takda semangat sangat nak try sebab... Rasa macam susah nak buat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FIRST TIME MEMANG SUSAH NAK BUAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lepas dah dapat buat yang senang2, basic2 tu mesti dah makin bersemangat nak buat yang lagi susah dan mencabar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tapi tu la, yang basic flip2, twist2 tu x dapat lagi nak buat. Punggung berat sangat kot =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alang2 kita cakap pasal tricking ni, nak tolong mencapupkan senior yang sibuk tricking ni. Muahaha~ Harap2 dia tak marah letak video dia :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1961320551924"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1961320551924&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(not sure if you guys can watch it though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-6958462223628723055?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6958462223628723055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=6958462223628723055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6958462223628723055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6958462223628723055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/05/tricking.html' title='Tricking'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---qbFTVZPkA/TduWUhTQXuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/C3YzYbw78P4/s72-c/sc%2B45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5056271071421470521</id><published>2011-05-16T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T06:42:21.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just trying to be myself.</title><content type='html'>I'm complicated. My friend said so and I just had to agree with her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean... I thought I was friendly... Until I realised I always... am actually shy meeting new people except if it is a guy that have got my attention... Heheee nakal &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I realised I'm have can be solitary sometimes... I mean, I need people around me when THERE'S people around me. I hate being alone where there's people around me at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that doesnt mean I dont need friends. I need friends.... It just that, I couldn't cope with lots of good friends. I  dont know why... And I have a hard time bonding with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, maybe that's why when I finally "matched" with a friend, I just couldn't let her go! (not saying this in an obsessive way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I would really appreciate that person because we were able to get connected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another trait I found in myself... I'm actually aggressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though sometimes when I'm mad with people I would just stay quiet ( and no able to debate with people) but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am actually able to injured myself and have no guilt when I hit someone... And sometimes I feel like exploding and destroys the things around me like a hurricane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to be confident. I may looked like it but deep inside me, I'm weak. A coward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm definitely not charming with these traits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of taking pictures of myself looking all adorable, cool, confident and happy... But i feel like a hypocrite because I know i'm not always adorable, cool, confident and happy. I am not that pretty to begin with T^T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I looked back at my pictures (during my sad time) I felt like I was looking at pictures of someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried dressing up. I wear pretty clothes. But actually i feel more comfortable and not caring about how I really looked when I just wear simple tshirt and pants (when not going out). But there's no denying that dressing up is fun...and time consuming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sensitive. That's why I tend to sulk... a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sulk with my bestfriends, my friends, my parents, my brothers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I will stop sulking usually after one day because I sulked just to give myself some moments to cool down my anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other that that, I'm childish. Also quite playful. I'm already 19; for God sake but... Still act like a child with my unstable emotion =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still suka manja2 with other people and sakat adik. Bila la nak grow up =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila SYAZA... BILA?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehee just trying to be myself and adapt with other people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: Is gedik a part of my nature? Hope not. Gedik itu bukan subjektif :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/anigifgirlsmile.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apreciate you friends and love them. Even thought they take advantage of  your trust and steal your money =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-5056271071421470521?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5056271071421470521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=5056271071421470521&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5056271071421470521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5056271071421470521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-trying-to-be-myself.html' title='Just trying to be myself.'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/th_anigifgirlsmile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8091814217145972190</id><published>2011-05-15T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T08:49:56.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little prankster inside of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The moment when you have the chance to snap silly pictures of your brother...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/silly.png" /&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;It is my nature that i like to tease and prank people a lil bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don get the wrong idea about me if I suddenly tease you or prank you. Its what who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I never pull a huge or big prank on people. Just teasing a bit is all I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Threw bits of eraser at the kid in front of my seat in class;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hit a guy on his head with a scroll of wrapping paper as a way of "greeting"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Threw water at a guy. Its a way to be "friendly"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Bite my brother's hand. Its BONDING TIME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Took pictures of other people while they were sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Showed my brother the fake snake he scared so much. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sneaked from people's back and hit his head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..and the list goes on.... (actually i've just realised i'm not such a prankster. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8091814217145972190?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8091814217145972190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8091814217145972190&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8091814217145972190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8091814217145972190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-prankster-inside-of-me.html' title='The little prankster inside of me'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/th_silly.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-7597381536067255331</id><published>2011-05-01T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:01:00.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>Things My Mom Taught Me</title><content type='html'>Salam semua ;D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dah lama tak post di blog kerana... tak ada benda nak post =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi fikir punya fikir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, ni dia benda yang mahu dibebel kan ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Mama is one awesome woman/mother. She can multitasking, punctual and is friendly with everyone... and her friends love her. and some admire her. Which is the opposite of me =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama taught lots of things about how I should behave and stuffs... Some of her advices and her teachings are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even though your are at home, wear modestly (and watch your manners)...&lt;/i&gt; She reminded me so because I had an uncle living with us so... So she said even though its family members, we have to watch out (also included my dad and lil brothers). Iye la, kalau tak, mana datang sumbang mahram kan? So at home, i would wear pants that would cover my knees. about clothes... I think sleeves is ok la janji pakai baju :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take good precautions over your valuables...in your car.&lt;/i&gt; Ni mesti sebab kes ragut and rompak yang makin berleluasa sekarang ni. So she told me to not exposed my handbags in the cars. put it under your feet or just dont hold it near the window. Karang tak pasal2 orang pecah tingkap kereta sebab nak ragut beg. The same with laptop bags. She said NEVER TO LEAVE YOUR LAPTOPS BAGS IN THE CAR. Beg sekolah biasa pun sama. Sebab, pencuri ni, kalau nampak ada peluang, diorang akan cuba. So, even though dalam beg tak ada apa2, STILL DONT LEAVE IT EXPOSED IN THE CAR :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dont eat food that you are unsure halal or not. &lt;/i&gt;She didnt really advice me about this but she always reminded me to make sure the food is halal or not. It is her habit to check for halal certificate from JAKIM on food packages and at franchised restaurants. Now, I'm picking up her habit :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;... OK i cant figured any more stuffs to write =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Mommy! mommy! you're awesome ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-7597381536067255331?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/7597381536067255331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=7597381536067255331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7597381536067255331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7597381536067255331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-my-mom-taught-me.html' title='Things My Mom Taught Me'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-3952646478144091438</id><published>2011-04-11T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:07:56.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I kinda, sorta miss you a bit.</title><content type='html'>I kinda miss this person.&lt;div&gt;He was my friend... yes, WAS =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pernah kot satu ketika dulu termimpi-mimpi kan dia...twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my dreams, he came back to me and be my friend and I was like takut2 around him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dude... I'm scared to contact you back. I know i brought you pain... and I fear that you would feel that pain back when I try to get in touch with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also fear that you would...actually forget me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leceh betul benda perihal perasaan ni. Sangat leceh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kan best kalau kita boleh kawan bersuka ria sumer tu :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I kinda stalked you...Sorry. Got nothing better to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memang hidup syaza stalk orang je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least I'm not like you kan stalk sampai rumah orang siap dengan teropong lg =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itu agak melampau. I'm glad you didnt do that again... kot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sampai di sini saja lah post kita pada kali ni :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and folks... He's a sensitive guy ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Dude, i... I have to confess!! I downloaded your pictures without your permission. Er, macam mana nak minta permission? You told me to not contact you again =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-3952646478144091438?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3952646478144091438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=3952646478144091438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3952646478144091438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3952646478144091438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-kinda-sorta-miss-you-bit.html' title='I kinda, sorta miss you a bit.'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8473590446218843460</id><published>2011-04-10T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:01:42.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>No Mom. Still didnt get my birthday gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Have you read a post of mine about a birthday gift that I never received...?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. guess what? Mama read about it DX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no~~ the anxiety is coming back!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something similar have happened in the past and it was annoying and embarrassing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... how did I KNOW she read it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were in the car... coming home from watching movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Mama was showing off her new hijab style to us and one of my lil brother said he likes it... and said that it was like Yuna's style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I mention one of my guy friends dont like me wearing a similar style and then Mama responded, "Kawan yang tak wish birthday tu ke??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearing that, I was speechless. I think the best answer to that question would be silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of things were running in my head. Actually i was thinking how she could read the blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I thought of HIM...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ughhh... =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great... My mom read about HIM...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then a few days ago... We were in the car... going somewhere... oh, we were going to visit my eldest younger brother at his boarding school... Abah was talking about how girls in my lil brother previous was more beautiful and cute compared to the girls in the my brother's boarding school now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I dont know how, Abah suddenly mentioned about me finding someone good looking and bla bla... Then Mama menyampuk asking how's the person yang tak wish birthday tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was like (=.=) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I teringat Mr Eddy Comel so I asked Abah, "Kalau orang macam Amin ok tak?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI, i found that Mr Comel and my lil brother Amin were quite similar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both are kinda gelap, skinny, a bit adorable (lol) and petite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Abah said," Mesti la ok sebab Amin kan handsome macam Abah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... ye la Abah... =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And takkan la I want to mention about HIM. Dah la I was uncertain about out future pastu sibuk nak tanya pula... Kalau tanya pun. takkan nak tanya macam ni;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Abah, kalau that guy a bit poyo, sengal, x senonoh skit, pandai putar belit ayat, tapi kinda adorable in his own way, bersungguh-sungguh, doesnt smoke, takde temper sgt (kot), pandai buat kerja.... ok tak?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Err.... I was doing the right thing to not mention HIM kan? =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa-apa pun you guys must be thinking that my parents are sporting part2 me in relationship with someone kan??? Hee Er... no they were not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Dont worry dear parents as your daughter is not interested in this kind of relationship... unless dah terjatuh... *gulp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8473590446218843460?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8473590446218843460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8473590446218843460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8473590446218843460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8473590446218843460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-mom-still-didnt-get-my-birthday-gift.html' title='No Mom. Still didnt get my birthday gift'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-4264592846571637</id><published>2011-04-06T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:02:05.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>Am I a fool, talking to the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205728_207445512617093_100000549380332_732723_3645280_n.jpg" /&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Talking to the Moon&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get to You&lt;br /&gt;In hopes you're on&lt;br /&gt;the other side&lt;br /&gt;Talking to me too&lt;br /&gt;Or am I a fool&lt;br /&gt;who sits alone&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-Sahaja post sebab mahu menunjukkan hasil karya terbaru ;D&lt;div&gt;....OH am i a fool~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-4264592846571637?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4264592846571637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=4264592846571637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4264592846571637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4264592846571637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/04/am-i-fool-talking-to-moon.html' title='Am I a fool, talking to the moon'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-1227897108719116332</id><published>2011-04-04T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:02:53.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200220_206991945995783_100000549380332_729324_5758560_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200220_206991949329116_100000549380332_729325_7899540_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bila dah seronok conteng-conteng, jadi happy balik :)&lt;div&gt;so, siapa-siapa yang sedih... happy-happy la selalu... senyum-senyum la selalu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walaupun ye... syaza tau senyum tu agak susah kalau dah tak rasa macam nak senyum :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Awak jahat jahat jahat jahat jahat jahat jahat &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;JAHATTTT!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............ AWAK JAHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (tak puas hati lagi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi still syg awk :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-1227897108719116332?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/1227897108719116332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=1227897108719116332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/1227897108719116332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/1227897108719116332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/04/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8641088515069309533</id><published>2011-04-02T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T09:20:28.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seronok!</title><content type='html'>Seronok + penat...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;macam kene seksa buat stretching pastu asyik2 kick berulang-ulang kali... adoiiii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu la... memang all out la training capoeira td...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first... buat "formation"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kita orang buat line... and then follow movement leader kat depan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ni kira nya macam warm up kita org...lepas tu stretching gila2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buat bridge.. ouch. partner syaza gila2 tolak blakang syaza tinggi2 sampai terjengket kaki syaza masa buat bridge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stretching ape ntah lagi... kangkang gila2... ouchhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lepas tu... instructor syaza ajar combination of movements...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;syaza pun kick, kick, pusing, kick, kick kick, pusing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@.@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last2 tu asyik stumble je... sebab dah penat kot &amp;gt;w&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then kita orang main fight dalam "roda"... iaitu circle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syaza main sekali je because i'm dont feel easy playing with my lack of skills...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then my "hyperness" (there is no such word ye people) dah mula keluar and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ketuk ketuk ketuk En Comel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cisss kepala dia hampir gondol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha... apa2 pun, seronok! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8641088515069309533?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8641088515069309533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8641088515069309533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8641088515069309533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8641088515069309533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/04/seronok.html' title='Seronok!'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-4775807978911768008</id><published>2011-03-30T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:03:48.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>A Birthday Present I Never Received</title><content type='html'>My birthday fall on 16th of March... That was like weeks ago?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week before that, I tried not to remind myself too much of my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want to get too excited :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did wonder sometimes what type of presents would I receive this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I thought of Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would he give me something for my birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my mind started to wander a bit too far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few moments later I realized I should stop this nonsense because it is highly impossible that he would buy me anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just couldn't stop. Just daydreaming of him wishing me happy birthday through text message already made me excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so enthusiastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but again, i tried to not think to much about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And later... that day came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was showered with birthday wished through Facebook and text messages :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama and Abah gave me hugs, wishes and of course presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was waiting since 12.00 am and I have not receive any birthday wish from Him. I was frustrated. I wasn't enjoying myself on my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like saying to Mama, "Ma, i dont feel like celebrating my birthday. Can we like postpone it or something?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can say it was the worst birthday ever :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking the whole day (birthday) about what I wanted from Him for my birthday and I realized what I want wasn't a birthday present but a simple birthday wish from him...and maybe some "passionate" flying kisses. hehe &amp;gt;w&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/birthdaysurprise.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well... Its almost April... Its already too late if he wants to give the birthday present I've wanted from Him :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalala... Dooodollsssssss... Burrrr~~ *random words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-4775807978911768008?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4775807978911768008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=4775807978911768008&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4775807978911768008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4775807978911768008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/03/birthday-present-i-never-received.html' title='A Birthday Present I Never Received'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-6511198184769281225</id><published>2011-03-30T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:05:07.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>semakin seronok guna Paints ni.&lt;div&gt;Did this... because I just feel like doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing this for that certain someone, I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/hug.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spend 30minutes on this =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-6511198184769281225?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6511198184769281225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=6511198184769281225&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6511198184769281225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6511198184769281225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/03/semakin-seronok-guna-paints-ni.html' title=''/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-6133220425386826368</id><published>2011-03-29T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:04:48.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>Angan-angan kipas</title><content type='html'>Ini cerita pasal kipas. bukan sebarang kipas :)&lt;div&gt;This is a story about me daydreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A silly dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laugh about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/kipas2.png"&gt;clickkkk here or the picture&lt;/a&gt;  for larger image. It might take you to a new page :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/kipas2.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/th_kipas2.png?t=1301472082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*correction :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...for me if he wouldn't mind it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha so LAMEEE :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;banyak ayat merepek. I just want to draw :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jika ada salah silap, buat-buat tak nampak :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...berapa ek harga kipas tu :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;w&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi serious. seronok kot tengok kipas tu berpusing kene tiup angin :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and surely korang pun mesti ada "wishlist" yang korang dok tunggu-tunggu orang bagi especially on birthday. Cuba cerita ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-6133220425386826368?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6133220425386826368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=6133220425386826368&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6133220425386826368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6133220425386826368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/03/angan-angan-kipas.html' title='Angan-angan kipas'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-6531740988526243479</id><published>2011-03-22T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:05:33.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>I know how it feels</title><content type='html'>Have you guys watched the movie Khurafat?&lt;div&gt;I havent watch it until two days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard it got good comments and after watching it, I think I quite like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a character in that movie named Anna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her character is a kinda obsessive ex-gf that couldnt accept that her ex is married to other woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda feel pity for her when she begged her ex to accept her back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's this one scene that i feel close and kinda understand why she is doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a scene where Anna, frustrated, slices her palm with a kitchen knife several times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, with her palm bleeding, she stabs her thigh... That scene was horror..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... i feel kinda related.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know why she did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She feel lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She couldnt get what she wanted so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nothing works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has lost her hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She doesn't know what else to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the end of the movie... It wasnt really Anna's fault. She was under the influence of black magic, done by that Guy....aaa.... lupa nama character tu =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... did the same happened to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... aaa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-6531740988526243479?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6531740988526243479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=6531740988526243479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6531740988526243479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6531740988526243479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-know-how-it-feels.html' title='I know how it feels'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5187327511775080127</id><published>2011-03-18T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:04:09.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>nhs itu nama dia :P</title><content type='html'>I said i would post about my trip to Kelantan but i'm feeling kinda lazy to do that.&lt;div&gt;I've been playing with "my" PSP almost all the time and went to sleep really late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my birthday, i feel calmer... I wont tell why... its such a depressing topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i want to thank my friends, Hidayah Sazali (ecece) especially because she's been with me through my "hard time".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was my classmate in my college but we weren't really close that time. I also remembered i had problems with an old friend back then. It was depressing and a bit sensitive so i wont talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO in my first semester, i really dont have anyone close with me to share my problem. I do have a lot of friends, but I'm not comfortable enough with them to share my personal problems. Yes, my old friend was there, but when I told her about my problem, my feelings, she didn't take it seriously. She must have thought it was a mere thing. And it hurt me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, didn't I say I dont want to talk about this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh about Hidayah... How did we became close?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it have to do with boy-related problems, ice creams and loitering around campus at night :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun. I can say that those days hanging out with her were the among the highlights of my college life :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made a new best friend! Whee~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's become like one of those people that made you feel like they are always there for you and you are able "bebel" your problems to them and they would listen attentively :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course I never forget the old ones :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes there were a few awkward moments with Cik HIdayah... and hilarious ones XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this new semester... I cant wait to spend more time with you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi mesti ade seorang insan tu asyik nak kacau :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait, he wont be there anymore XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*insert image here*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alamak hidayah... mana gambar shadow figures tu DX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to put it here la~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also thank you, Encik Eddy yg comel :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have always been there for me too.. and layan my childish and naughty self :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-5187327511775080127?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5187327511775080127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=5187327511775080127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5187327511775080127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5187327511775080127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/03/nhs-itu-nama-dia-p.html' title='nhs itu nama dia :P'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8980677740887133572</id><published>2011-03-15T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:05:50.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Best Birthday Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OMG people!!! Today is like the best birthday ever and its only like... 3.45 in the morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How "nice" it is to "receive" so much "love" from that special someone ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeahhh "iloveyou" too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUMjkKXDlE/TX_B84IRwRI/AAAAAAAAAVs/k_fkuIjW2oI/s400/img%2B01-crop.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 231px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584395314566119698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did anyone get the sarcasm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8980677740887133572?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8980677740887133572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8980677740887133572&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8980677740887133572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8980677740887133572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-birthday-ever.html' title='Best Birthday Ever'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrUMjkKXDlE/TX_B84IRwRI/AAAAAAAAAVs/k_fkuIjW2oI/s72-c/img%2B01-crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8258201906455257178</id><published>2011-03-10T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:59:40.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just cannot do it</title><content type='html'>i can't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *termengah2&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=___________=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i failed!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah...I called you again. tiga kali masuk voice inbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T^T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why you left me terumbang ambing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want us to be friend je ekk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But pening laaa... u said you love me then tak nak mengaku pulakk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ni yang benci ni...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you gave me silent bila I said something like "I miss you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont let me get into wild thinkings which can ended up with me crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because thats what happened everyday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be truthful ek?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jawab la when I ask you how's your feeling towards me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT you wouldnt even give yes or no for answer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;klu org tanya 'suka ke tak', you diam aje..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bila org ckp 'tak suka ek?', marah pulakkk.. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling miserable because of this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my head, I'm thingking that I was your toy yang you suka2 nak buat apa2 sampai dalam bas pun you tak kisah. Memang my 'self respect' rosak... towards you and towards myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah... I tried millions of times trying to forget you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i just cant do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant even imagine you as a friend... maybe because belum sempat kita jadi kawan betul2... you did "those things" dulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampai sekarang I cant forget what you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It keeps haunting me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO I will try again to forget you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but of course impossible..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, just wanted to try to have that mutual feeling...at least. How...? tak tau...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab bila tengok muka you je, rasa dupdap2 then all the bad/good memories dtg berpusu2 on that moment. Memang susah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi... it really did felt like in heaven bila orang yang kita suka, suka kita jugak... SO that was my feeling dulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8258201906455257178?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8258201906455257178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8258201906455257178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8258201906455257178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8258201906455257178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-just-cannot-do-it.html' title='i just cannot do it'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5497341918702623809</id><published>2011-03-02T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:33:18.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream and reality</title><content type='html'>I had a dream yesterday...&lt;div&gt;I was with this guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, its not HIM... but i think its supposed to be HIM...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;er... moving on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... i was with this guy... and then I felt cold... like seriously... a cold wind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i said something like 'can we sit somewhere else? it's chilling sitting under the ceiling fan'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i said that because we were sitting on a sofa &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And later after that... His phone rang. It was annoying. A few seconds after that I woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i realized the sound of that guy's phone in my dream is actually the sound of someone's alarm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(it was hell annoying. i hate being woke up by other people's alarm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the chilling feeling? the cold wind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duhh... my bed is directly below the ceiling fan in my room and my feet was exposed to open air (i sleep wearing blanket)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously these were not coincidence!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I think its COOL!!!! cuz they were really related; the DREAM and REALITY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I was kinda frustrated that i woke up earlier. I wonder what would happen if i stay a bit longer more in that dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something naughty of course.. oh pardon me =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zerochan.net/600/24/31/179074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*picture has nothing to do with post. i just like it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-5497341918702623809?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5497341918702623809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=5497341918702623809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5497341918702623809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5497341918702623809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/03/dream-and-reality.html' title='Dream and reality'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-3465932670556790218</id><published>2011-03-02T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:39:31.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Friday... I finally got released from the hospital...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of HIM...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking "Hey, I was able to live for a few days in the hospital without him. Living my life after this would be easy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then... it wasnt =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah...for two days and nights i was crying over him cuz i kept thinking about him. I kept rolling on the bed while hugging my pillow... Stupid girl =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i knew, after crying for a long time, i would get used to it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that, i kinda feel a bit heartless of him... Lost that desire... that "missing you" feeling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the way thing was, changed completely...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i tried to distract myself from thinking too much about him... So i read manga and watched videos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the anime kuroshitsuji (2)... Damn the story is so twisted... and so is my mind(feelings)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've said i feel a bit heartless of him... its not that i dont love him... but the feeling of desire... was not as much as before... I thought of everything he did to me. the bad and good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What he did to me, i should never forgive him for it... even if he begged for it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... unless he promise he would make me happy for ETERNITY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shi-... kuroshitsuji effect =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zerochan.net/600/30/07/290380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you heard Broken hearted girl, by Beyonce ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I love you, but I dont want to love you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-3465932670556790218?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3465932670556790218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=3465932670556790218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3465932670556790218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3465932670556790218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/03/twisted-mind.html' title='Twisted Mind'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5163175718549327397</id><published>2011-02-24T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:42:44.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That night... around 12 am... Suddenly i was coughing... and i kept coughing a couple of times that i was actually curious to see how thick my "kahak" would be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuck. Yes, i know..haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the next time i coughed, I spit it to my palm since i have no tissue near me... and to my surprise... it was red and thick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLOOD??!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I rushed and woke up Mama, but she was too sleepy and told me that we'll see the doctor later that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so i tried not to cough and felt asleep... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mama woke me up that morning, and was just feeling fine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got back to sleep and and hour after that, i woke up, and couldnt stop coughing; with blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sight was gruesome;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to be isolated (my own room!) and stayed in hospital for two nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh... have to spend the first few days of my semester break like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now have to be on medication for two months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lala~ =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, i love the view from my window... can see the sunrise, the mountain and all the greens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kFKOM_vlRNI/TWZlQn_SIfI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ZWkM5cNoxp8/s320/Image0443.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577256524831662578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caution! If you fear the sight of blood... DO not continue reading this :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vgc66oZKRXY/TWZlcHgJA1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/pF6mbN57cM4/s320/Image0442.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577256722269537106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is nothing. masa pagi tu lagi banyak sampai x dapat nak tadah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haa!!! Amik kauuu!!! tu la suka sangat merah dan darah =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-5163175718549327397?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5163175718549327397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=5163175718549327397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5163175718549327397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5163175718549327397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/02/bloody-tuesday.html' title='Bloody Tuesday'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kFKOM_vlRNI/TWZlQn_SIfI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ZWkM5cNoxp8/s72-c/Image0443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5788182837640477218</id><published>2011-02-21T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:03:25.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIM'/><title type='text'>not super happy</title><content type='html'>Masa tu pukul 4 pagi... I woke up, then I searched for my phone... I pun capai la my "antique" phone... *One message recieved*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syaza pun buka la... * I syg syaz. I really do..* he (similarly)wrote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urrr....my reaction was not like superrrr happyyy... but kinda sayu and i shed a tear then sambung tidur balik...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now... everytime nak tidur, mesti baca that message he sent me, Syaza biar je message dia terbuka kat skrin phone... and i would put it beside my pillow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... there's more to that text message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macam bodoh je he said tak nak in relationship yet... Err ok....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The why you flirt with me, you do all the things you did, in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe he is really serious with me and feels that he isnt ready yet and scared that he might hurt me.... BS la kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau dah sayang mesti nak be together kan?? KAN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuti ni tak nak message awk. (merajuk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haaa! amik kauuuu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh, like he cares =__=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and like i can resist the temptation to text him or call him =___=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabar Syaza, sabar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never want to be in a  relationship yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never want to fall so hard like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I never want to fall for someone like him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... benda dah jadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few months... Syaza dah normal balik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak macam dulu asyik nangis because of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adn dia pun dah jemu kot Syaza asyik nangis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Org cakap, org nasihat, perempuan jangan keluarkan air mata sebarangan untuk lelaki;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and jual mahal sikit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duhhh... dah rasa nak menangis, menangis je la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dah suka dia, and he likes me back, nape nak main2 jual mahal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually i might looked like i acted  jual mahal sebab was actually not interested at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dia dah tau my feelings towards him. Memang tak ada sorok2, cover2 feeling...(with him la)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuma orang lain tak tau (but some knows)... People thought I'm with someone else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itu tak kisah la... people just thought... They dont really know... bukan salah diorang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now, i'll just live my life normally during this holiday... but things can just change in a blink of eyes, you know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just happy that he said he loves me (and dia memang jenis susah nak admit), whether it true or not... Only God knows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I wont do anything about it. Dah penat in a roller coaster mode dulu. Asyik sedih, gembira, sedih, gembira, nangis, gelak, nangis, gelak. On, off, on, off....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want feel like my normal self again =___=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-5788182837640477218?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5788182837640477218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=5788182837640477218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5788182837640477218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5788182837640477218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-super-happy.html' title='not super happy'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-3991746501553287773</id><published>2011-02-12T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:10:22.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>I laughed</title><content type='html'>found all these on FB&lt;div&gt;dem... sakit perot gelak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know if you guys think these are funny but i do :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A guy broke into my appartment last week.. He didn't take the TV, just the remote. Now he drives by and changes the channels.. Sick bastard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3 men were drunk,they stopped a taxi.The taxi driver figured that they were drunk,he just switched on the engine &amp;amp; switched it off &amp;amp; told them, 'we ve arrived'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The 1st guy gave him money, 2nd guy said thanks, but the 3rd guy slapped him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The taxi driver was stunned coz he was hoping that none of them must ve realized that the car didn't move an inch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So he asked,what was that for? Control ur speed next time,u almost killed us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Old people at weddings always poke me and say "You're next." So, I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One spelling mistake can destroy your life. A Husband sent this to his wife: I'm having a wonderful time wish you were &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Yup.. I'm bored right now... and not in the mood to study.. Thanks J!!!! *perli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-3991746501553287773?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3991746501553287773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=3991746501553287773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3991746501553287773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3991746501553287773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-laughed.html' title='I laughed'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-3474125360178963898</id><published>2011-02-11T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:14:05.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Silly Love Poems</title><content type='html'>Buat pengetahuan korang... Syaza rajin la juga baca article2 ni...&lt;div&gt;Especially yang terkeluar kat page Yahoo! ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada satu article ni pasal Valentine's Day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saja2 je la baca... Hehe. tapi bukan sambut pun Valentine's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastu si penulis article suruh la pembaca2 bagi idea love poems diorang... Memang sweet dan ade yang kelakar XD&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;"Violets are blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;and red are the roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Let's go out in public,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;to pick each others noses"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;"Your love is like a burning flame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;It's nice from a distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;but get too close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;and you end up with blisters"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;"Roses are red&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Violets are blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;If you give me Money&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Surely I love you"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;"Roses are red&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;violets are blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;you wont know,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;cause I got none for you"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt; "Roses are red&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;and violets are blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I'd kick some dude's ass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;If he ever touched you"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;Haha... lucu2... Just wish you'll never receive one of these... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369302w5prxq4bp9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/life/searching-for-the-best-way-to-say-happy-valentine-s-day-2451928/"&gt;http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/life/searching-for-the-best-way-to-say-happy-valentine-s-day-2451928/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/7860497814542423144-3474125360178963898?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3474125360178963898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=3474125360178963898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3474125360178963898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3474125360178963898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/02/silly-love-poems.html' title='Silly Love Poems'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5362725300337866745</id><published>2011-02-07T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:07:53.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merepek'/><title type='text'>I'm a stalker =.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay... this is a confession..&lt;div&gt;I'm a STALKER! ....I think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i'm logged in FB, I always check certain people's profile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's a point that it was so frustrating(due to jealousy maybe) to see that person's profile that I blocked that person. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the blog... Haha i wont miss to read his/her blog too each time i'm online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a time too that I was close with this guy but he never show/post his picture online... I was so curious to see his face so i tracked his friends' profile and see if they tagged him in one of their pictures. Again, LOL... but it was a success :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a stalker~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the reason I'm stalking is that i could not (or decided not to) get close with certain people... But i still want to feel attached and stay connected with them so i tried to follow their life secretly (online)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that a reasonable enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But am I really a stalker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what are the criteria(s) that make someone a stalker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but FYI... i'm only stalking in the cyber world... Not in real life. Er... ok maybe a bit in the real world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FEAR NOT AS LONG AS YOUR KEEP YOU (FB)PROFILE PRIVATE :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, why i (need to) stalk other people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These people are my friends...or WERE my friends... hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably because I was sulking with them... Or maybe we have a cold war between us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I was just too shy to interact with them since I didnt contact them for a long time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or i want to be friends with them but they wanted to be more than friends... So i stopped contacting them (or they did it instead) but i still want to be friend actually so i stalk them... Err...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or or... it  was me who was rejected but i couldnt get over that guy so i stalk him. But this almost never happened... I swear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;.&amp;gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok! End of topic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TU_UWvmOPiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/owfctgI3g3Q/s200/P4261400.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570904751279586850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Antara koleksi gambar mengendap or "candid" picture (untuk lebih sopan bunyinya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;best la time ni kte kawan je. Terima kasih kepada kawanku, Adie masa tu :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Currently sulking with En Eddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-5362725300337866745?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5362725300337866745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=5362725300337866745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5362725300337866745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5362725300337866745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-stalker.html' title='I&apos;m a stalker =.='/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TU_UWvmOPiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/owfctgI3g3Q/s72-c/P4261400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-2635934954363344170</id><published>2011-02-05T07:57:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T08:09:24.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so desperate</title><content type='html'>I'm so desperate... for some happiness... Something or someone that could make me laugh... or happy... for the whole day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-2635934954363344170?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/2635934954363344170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=2635934954363344170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2635934954363344170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2635934954363344170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-so-desperate.html' title='I&apos;m so desperate'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-3567824677955890898</id><published>2011-01-29T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:45:47.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love...&lt;div&gt;ok maybe the word 'love' is not suitable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I care... about this group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing how eager they are makes me doesnt want to disappoint them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I AM one of the few females that sticked with the group...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy that I get to know these people from the group....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ONE OF THEM...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Changed my life almost completely...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him and I... We were just acquaintance... We were just senior and junior...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we started to tease each other and I got comfortable with Him... And we did text each other...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe after that He started to like me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the total changed of my life happened when I go out with Him. We didnt go anywere... I was just accompanying him settling things around the campus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said he wants me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, He was constantly on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, after nearly four months, I've been on a roller coaster mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I just dont know what to do. I know he is bad news to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my heart still... yearning for Him? I'm not sure is that the right word =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TUT503TILpI/AAAAAAAAASs/peYFN8d_P50/s400/cs%2B3%2Bedit.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 355px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567849725929467538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Adam wants me to forget him because of the bad things he did to me.&lt;/span&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;There are two option for me; makes our relationship better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...or leave him and forget him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried the second option... many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it usually backfire... making me collapsed into tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also tried the first option. I want him to evaluate our relationship even thought we are actually not in a relationship. I remember his text saying something like "Nak Syaza jadi shadow je".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... He wont give answer...until now. He refused to. What am i have to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it means i need to leave him, or still wait for him and dont give up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday... He gave me this soft look that I couldnt make a conclusion out of it. I know that he read all those text messages that I have sent. But he didnt do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that LOOK he gave... and I dare to look back at him... Ughhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I called him... many times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told myself i wont do that... but i still did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do believe he was with his cellphone but when i called... No one answered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i thought.. I should leave this group. believe me, this is not the first time i think about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this group... It is the only thing that keep us connected...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe, If i stop seeing him again, completely,  forgetting Him would be easier and then i can finally stop shedding tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, i dont think I can forget Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But maybe I am able to make the feeling go away and feeling neutral about Him again. I really want that Neutral feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... I care about this group. Saya sayang ia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to see the disappointment when not many members show up during training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to help grow this group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant leave this group but i know i wasnt much of a help...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i think i need to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye capoeira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye IMAC...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-3567824677955890898?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3567824677955890898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=3567824677955890898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3567824677955890898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3567824677955890898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/01/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye...'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TUT503TILpI/AAAAAAAAASs/peYFN8d_P50/s72-c/cs%2B3%2Bedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-2084583234719467189</id><published>2011-01-21T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:13:39.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>I cant get too attached</title><content type='html'>hehe... I can easily fall for someone... but its not love... its just admiration...&lt;div&gt;But, it could turn into something... adoration... or... worst... obsession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to reminisce... So sometimes I would think about the people that have entered into my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how do is their life now... Some of them are already have no connection with me... I wonder how do they live without me? If they are happy... Thats good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they are sad... Well, maybe there's nothing i can do about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe things are better like this... Because... If i am too attached to them... I will hurt myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the tendency to become so emotional with someone i am so attached. take Adie for example... But now, I try not to be so attached to her and now things are ok between us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, if any new men tried to enter my life...not as a friend, but someone more that than... I will try to prevent it. I know i'm not a really good friend but i cant also be a lover...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a very complicated person... Like Anis said... hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe... But somehow... It does feel bad that somehow... someone is better without me... BECAUSE HE WANTS MORE FROM ME. If we cant be friend... Ha-ha... Who is actually at the losing side???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it is a tragic that he cant be happy with what we were before.. because i was just happy with what we were...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... the main point is that... Aaaa.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SUDDENLY... get so attached to this new guy that.. it is killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to get away from him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he is still there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what so hurt is that... he doesnt show much care to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh it hurts so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO i'm doing the same thing i did with Adie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to distract myself from contacting him.... but i still do contact him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes i still feel the hurtful lump in my throat....(it means i need to cry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh God i never ask for this... I never want to get emotionally attached to ANY GUY... except as friends...with less emotion involved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to know the result of me getting to attached to someone that i kinda OBSESS with that person and it HURTS so bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would injured myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the scars on my left hand for example... I'm not bragging but its a sign of my own stupidity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ans if people ask about the scar, i would say 'Ntah', 'kucing buat kot' or i just quiet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly syaza.... Its a good thing i dont slash my hand or something worse like that... Oh i love the sight of blood... Oh did I say something creepy? Hehee... Dont worry... i still have my sense and remember God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-2084583234719467189?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/2084583234719467189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=2084583234719467189&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2084583234719467189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2084583234719467189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-cant-get-too-attached.html' title='I cant get too attached'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-1676671986222947673</id><published>2011-01-06T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:17:28.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Me? A heart breaker? ._.</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;div&gt;How can someone who maybe his first time seeing me, text me later that night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;introduced himself the next morning and say he (really) likes me later that evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, this is confusing. How come?!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt try to seduce anyone or something similar like that -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gahh.... ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not trying to brag here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I dont want to create a victim here!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this guy is too sweet... although i've only text with him for two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have tried my best to be nice and friendly but at the same time i dont want to give the positive 'signal' that let him to think that i'm into him too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when he started to say something like confessing, i dont know what to reply then later he text again and say sorry... So i just said i was busy before ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope he gets it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-1676671986222947673?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/1676671986222947673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=1676671986222947673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/1676671986222947673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/1676671986222947673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-heart-breaker.html' title='Me? A heart breaker? ._.'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-7657550254012143058</id><published>2011-01-05T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T06:54:06.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me in shawl? Che-cherating?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TSSD4uXPQhI/AAAAAAAAARc/glBgaHY7fj0/s1600/25122010160%2Bnew%2Bnew%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TSSD4uXPQhI/AAAAAAAAARc/glBgaHY7fj0/s200/25122010160%2Bnew%2Bnew%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558712850623447570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa kes tajuk tu?&lt;br /&gt;Ntah?&lt;br /&gt;Kecoh je lebih.. haha by the way... tu gamba aku edit guna photoshop... memang la tak cantik sangat dan perfect... tapi kita kene la practice kan? ^_^&lt;div&gt;wei korang... pelik sangat ke aku pakai macam ni? =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makcik aku pulak perli aku asyik pkai tudung hitam je... =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bila aku pkai selendang dia cakap, "pkai selendang tp still gelap macam hitam". =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabar je la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... sudah lama tak update blog...&lt;br /&gt;tak ada apa nak diperkatakan lagi... chewah.&lt;br /&gt;senang cakap, hidup tak berapa terurus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelajaran... aku tak pasti la aku ni bodoh ke apa, tapi... haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang struggle la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumaat ni pergi Cherating... antara event yang aku nantikan. Buat pengetahuan anda, Kelab Capoeira UIA PJ buat workshop capoeira di Cherating.. huhuhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa2 pun..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tadi Adie berkata, "Ramai sangat orang luar masuk(event). Kakak senior yang tak pergi training tu pun semangat lebih pula."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tak pasti anda cakap pasal kakak mana Adie tapi saya setuju dengan awak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa mula meeting, punya la mereka cakap event ni sangat kekurangan ahli. Jadi mereka mengharapkan kami ini yang ahli(dan bekas ahli) capoeira pj untuk masuk event dan bayar rm70 tunai tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh kesiannya... Tapi macam kena auta.&lt;br /&gt;Oh sebenarnya gembira ramai orang ni... Tapi... bila fikir balik kata2 Adie...&lt;br /&gt;Aku risau orang2 luar tu yang lebih2 nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maksud aku 'lebih2' tu bukan dari segi training... Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh apa nak dirisaukan lah syaza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi satu... Aku takut emosi aku kat sana tiba2 tak stabil...&lt;br /&gt;Macam2 aku fikir... Siap nak bawa pisau... in case aku tension sangat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha korang rasa aku nak buat apa???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-7657550254012143058?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/7657550254012143058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=7657550254012143058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7657550254012143058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7657550254012143058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-in-shawl-che-cherating.html' title='Me in shawl? Che-cherating?'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TSSD4uXPQhI/AAAAAAAAARc/glBgaHY7fj0/s72-c/25122010160%2Bnew%2Bnew%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8911324216837087347</id><published>2010-12-20T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:17:11.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Dem... I Missed it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Dem... I want to give her the best on her birthday... but i didnt realize today's date =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... happy 18th Birthday... &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;img src="http://media-cards.theotaku.com/574525-20101205212747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-cards.theotaku.com/575205-20101129163657.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-cards.theotaku.com/464430-20101101120721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-cards.theotaku.com/575205-20101028214434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8911324216837087347?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8911324216837087347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8911324216837087347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8911324216837087347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8911324216837087347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/12/dem.html' title='Dem... I Missed it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5997326722018207728</id><published>2010-12-20T01:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:04:43.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all Celcom users...</title><content type='html'>...Bersiap sedia lah anda kerana anda mungkin akan diganggu!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muahahaaaa~!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ye, pada hari ahad juga macam post yang lepas, aku ada buat satu langganan- Bayar RM2 dan call dan mesej sepuas-puas hatiiiiiiii nombor celcom lain sepanjang hari sampai pukul 11.59mlm!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOHOHOHO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memang hampir semua orang nombor celcom kat dalam contact list aku tu aku call. Haha... tapi hairannya.. semua yang aku call lelaki kecuali Mama.. opsss &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nak gak telefon kekasih hati ku si Anis, tapi dia maxis =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... pukul 2pagi tu, lepas dapat je subscribe, aku mula call orang. Antara mangsa aku pagi tu... ADAM!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL! Poor guy... Tengah tidur tu. Kelakar dengar suara dia melayan karenah aku yang mengada-ngada tu... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then kita orang ada cakap about this particular guy... Ehem ehem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i told him la... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(lebih kurang macam ni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Guess what? I've been blocked from his facebook! Whee~"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What??!! Are you serious?? How did you know?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Daa... I always stalked him so then one day i cant find his profile... Grr~ "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Haaa... Kantoi stalked dia...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hahaaaa.. opsss" :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So macam mana?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aa.... I'm not going to do anything... I let him like that. Give him time.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah, let him move on for a while..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeahh... some part of our conversation... =.=" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then malam Sunday tu i called my other friend, Ali...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best dengar dia main gitar on the phone especially jazz... I told him, "Waaa.. romantik gilaaaa... mana candlelight?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha... it was really fun XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.. and Ali the type yang "cursing" sikit.. Tapi macam dah biasa cakap dengan dia... and at the end of our conversation dia selalu mintak maaf for everthing bad that he said ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... tu je la kot nak cerita &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, promotionRM2 tu sampai this 23rd je... :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy with quizzes and exam... tapi nak buat lagi call tu =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-5997326722018207728?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5997326722018207728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=5997326722018207728&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5997326722018207728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5997326722018207728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-all-celcom-users.html' title='To all Celcom users...'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8225033541394899210</id><published>2010-12-19T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:34:01.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capoeira'/><title type='text'>Cabaran dan dugaan</title><content type='html'>LOL... yesterday was Sunday right?&lt;div&gt;So i know i'm gonna get all bored and have no mood to study.... (seriously i beginning to hate studying)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i called my capoeira brother the day before... and asked him, "Esok ade gi mana2 tak!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he said yes. He and the others were going to see a capoeira instructor at KLIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt agree yet a first... then after that i said i'll go!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah... that Sunday morning, had breakfast first with Eddy... my dear capoeira brother... Huhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makan roti canai~ Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I got ready and waited with my friends , Maru and Mizan... &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were going... At the guard, i was stopped, and THAT guard told me to get changed because my clothes was not appropriate =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHATTTTTTTTTTT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were already late so i told the other two to just go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my mind i thought, "arghh!!!! i dont know how to ride the bus!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i know it would be useless to argue with that guard, i ran back to my room (jauhhh) and quickly changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i ran back and called my capoeira brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked him, "HELP!!!! WHAT BUS SHOULD I TAKE!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be at Kl Sentral around 2.45...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, months ago I and Adie once took the wrong bus and arrived at Kl Sentral, so i know the way. While i'm on my way, HE kept calling me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO i was the last to arrive. Then the bad news came. They said to go to KLIA we each have to pay rm35... WHAT THE HELL!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats too much!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, only a few go to KLIA.... The rest... We went to McD~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after the guys wanted to go to Mid. The girls left because we worried if we come back late, the guard might greets us. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO thats how my day ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried last night, then i woke up around 5 and cried again. Pfft.. what a cry baby =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My chest felt so heavy... I want to call him so bad.. but he cant even spend some time for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to sleep but i cant... kept thinking bout him. all the bad memories... So... i just cry to sleep =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, best cakap dengan ali :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8225033541394899210?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8225033541394899210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8225033541394899210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8225033541394899210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8225033541394899210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/12/cabaran-dan-dugaan.html' title='Cabaran dan dugaan'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-7931877835467542389</id><published>2010-12-08T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T16:41:02.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't 'delete' these memories</title><content type='html'>I still kept the old messages i received.&lt;div&gt;The ones that are precious; memories of the people i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the messages are funny, some are sweet and some are just simple conversations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes there are reasons the messages are still in my inbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, they are memories. Some of these messages were send by people that I no longer contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we dont keep in touch anymore on purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we have move on and went separate ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What ever that other people are thinking about me, if they are once precious to me and i want to remember them, i would not delete these precious messages they have send.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, messages help me remember the details of the people in my present time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would sometimes go through these messages to reflect what we have talked about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a few hours ago, one of my precious messages was purposely deleted by someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt like he have teared up a page of my diary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont care who he is but he has no right to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like crying at that time but somehow i hold up because i thought it wont be necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bad side showed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I threw my mobile phone; hard on the floor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha... Yes, this isnt the first time i throw stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once i threw my camera because i was pissed off, once i threw my water bottle until it broken because i was pissed off, once i threw my stuffs out off the window because i was pissed off...once... ahh you get the idea :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-7931877835467542389?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/7931877835467542389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=7931877835467542389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7931877835467542389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7931877835467542389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-delete-these-memories.html' title='Don&apos;t &apos;delete&apos; these memories'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-4410039649100204365</id><published>2010-12-07T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:40:10.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round and round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;-focus on the bold *wink2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;You see me standing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;And act like you dont know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;But last night you were calling me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saying you want me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Oh why you always make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Like I'm the one that's crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;You got my heart racing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;My-my heart racing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Boy, I need you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;We can't go on this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;I'm falling hard for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;All I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;We're going round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;We're never gonna stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Going round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;We'll never get where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;We're going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Well you're gonna miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;'Cause I'm getting dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Going round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;And round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;You tried to pull me close&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;And whisper in my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;You always told me lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've cried out all my tears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;I pushed my feelings to the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;But then you bring them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;B-bring them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Now you got me singing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Boy, I need you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;We can't go on this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;I'm falling hard for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;All I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;We're going round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;We're never gonna stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Going round and round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;We'll never get where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;We're going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Well you're gonna miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;'Cause I'm getting dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Going round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;And round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Love me or Love me not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;I'm starring at the clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;I take them flower petals off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;And then I watch them drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Love me or Love me not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;I'm starring at the clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;I take them flower petals off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;And then I watch them drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Boy, I need you here with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;I can't go on this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;I'm falling hard for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;All I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;We're never gonna stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Going round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;We'll never get where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;We're going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Well you're gonna miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;'Cause I'm getting dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Going round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;And round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); line-height: 23px; "&gt;[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/round-and-round-lyrics-selena-gomez.html ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? we're ON again =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes i did ignore him in front or people. Then he called last night to make things clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^_^"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to stop posting about him for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a lot of misunderstanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i hope it was a misunderstanding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Geram bila Syaza ada. Rasa macam nak terkam je"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL when he said that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TP8Yy1f77iI/AAAAAAAAARA/TmZw-2oNYzM/s200/bagan%2Blalang%2B04%2Bedit%2B2%2Btooo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548180527577296418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;main edit guna photoshop (illegally downloaded) &gt;.&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gambar kena kecil sebab seksi sangat. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-4410039649100204365?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4410039649100204365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=4410039649100204365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4410039649100204365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4410039649100204365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/12/round-and-round.html' title='Round and round'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TP8Yy1f77iI/AAAAAAAAARA/TmZw-2oNYzM/s72-c/bagan%2Blalang%2B04%2Bedit%2B2%2Btooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-4813523381366902599</id><published>2010-12-05T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:24:06.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fine.</title><content type='html'>Yeah i'm fine as long as...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I dont see him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I dont hear his voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He is not talking to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He is not teasing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. H do not say something funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.. its going to be easy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the problem is we both attend a training class on Tuesday night =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...sht zik =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-4813523381366902599?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4813523381366902599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=4813523381366902599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4813523381366902599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4813523381366902599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-fine.html' title='I&apos;m fine.'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-3711037609642273697</id><published>2010-11-27T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T05:17:10.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Fun comes before Studying</title><content type='html'>How could you study when you have no mood at all?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can you have mood when you are not having fun at all and spend your time so wastefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never have any moood to study on Saturday. i just didnt. Since forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, Saturday is they day i get to enjoy after a spending 5 days listening to lectures and attending classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But NO~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most people likes to go out on Sunday. SUNDAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday I just want to stay home after having a great time on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday I would have the mood to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like you are charging yourself on Saturday with good mood and use them on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;........................ I doubt i would study tomorrow since my Saturday this week just ended like that. Nothing happened. It would not be a shock if I wake up on Sunday feeling grumpy. Like that have never happened. It did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;........................Feeling all bored, I thought of shopping. But my closet is kinda... FULL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this idea came to my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of trading clothes with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would anyone agree on that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone interested, i will take pictures of clothes I wouldnt mind swapping with other people clothes and put it here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course, the clothes that are getting exchange have to have similar values and in a good condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, does that sounds interesting???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-3711037609642273697?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3711037609642273697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=3711037609642273697&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3711037609642273697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3711037609642273697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/11/having-fun-comes-before-studying.html' title='Having Fun comes before Studying'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-6936224917894032294</id><published>2010-11-26T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:43:58.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The history: the GIRL and the BOY</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was this young BOY who lately been teasing this young GIRL.&lt;div&gt;Little did HE knew, this GIRL love the attention (and his great smile) he gave HER and started to like him (so much).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO this was when the fun begun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The GIRL with her sneaky plans managed to 'accidentally' met this BOY almost everyday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even so, day after day... the GIRL felt worried. SHE will move away in about a week or two. Everyday SHE thought about him more and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, one day this BOY came to her house with a few friends. SHE felt like this is her chance. SHE told her feeling to one of the girls that came along with hope that she would tell him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that friend really did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, a new drama had just begun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before this GIRL move away, the BOY confronted HER. HE asked her does SHE really like him. That GIRL who hoped nothing would change between them, LIED and denied HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And SHE just left like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At a new place, almost every night the GIRL dreamed about him. In her dreams, SHE always try to see that BOY, but he was always somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost a year passed, and the GIRL suddenly get in touch with the BOY again. And the BOY never gave up and asked HER again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, the GIRL said yes, she likes him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few months, things didnt really worked out. The GIRL were filled with jealousy and the BOY, felt shy to approach that GIRL... then the GIRL asked for a break up even though she still love HIM because she couldn't handle the pressure of her own jealousy and the fact they spend less time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, SHE regretted her decision. SHE found out how the BOY love her too... But it was too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The BOY already forget her. The GIRL became a crazy girl and kept chasing that boy until she reached a point where the BOY had to confront her. SHE now had accept the fact that he is OVER with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, the feeling is still there with her. Many guys approached her and yet SHE couldnt like or love them the way SHE liked that BOY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, the GIRL and the BOY managed to still be friends. and SHE was happy with this fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few years, SHE is finally over with him. THEY really are just FRIENDS now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-6936224917894032294?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6936224917894032294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=6936224917894032294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6936224917894032294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6936224917894032294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/11/history-girl-and-boy.html' title='The history: the GIRL and the BOY'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-9012213973700268795</id><published>2010-11-20T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T07:55:40.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shed A Tear</title><content type='html'>You guys should watch this parody of Rocketeer by FarEast Movement these famous you tubers made... I love it! The original song is good too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyJBnmO8O8o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyJBnmO8O8o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;div&gt;and here's the lyric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Here it comes&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That we're tough guys and we have feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;With you right here&lt;br /&gt;Imma shed a tear and cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to cry cry&lt;br /&gt;You can still be a manly guy guy&lt;br /&gt;Just cry.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to cry cry&lt;br /&gt;Let it free fall from your eyes eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 1:&lt;br /&gt;Wake up see a sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Let it free fall from your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Start my day and I read a sonnet&lt;br /&gt;Got got a soft cheek with a tear on it.&lt;br /&gt;Step out and the skies are clear&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man and I have no fear.&lt;br /&gt;Take a step and I land in crap.&lt;br /&gt;I let it out, no holding back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2:&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can go out on a first date.&lt;br /&gt;But you come and pick me up half an hour late.&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'm not gonna lie, that you almost made me cry,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a masculine man ill be ok.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, your place, toy story 3&lt;br /&gt;the greatest all time kid's movie.&lt;br /&gt;But I forgot, Andy leaves Woody,&lt;br /&gt;And now the tears are coming right back over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way... I hooked by this bag... Dont you think its pretty? +.+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://f.fashion4us.com/images/fashion/detail/1mil/1hun/6ten/9000/58990d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the price is rm30.00 +.+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gahh.. macam nak beli...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ughh.. help DX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nafsu membeli dah datang!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-9012213973700268795?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/9012213973700268795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=9012213973700268795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/9012213973700268795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/9012213973700268795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/11/shed-tear.html' title='Shed A Tear'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-3308051470276793542</id><published>2010-11-17T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T07:23:10.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so serious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1476/1476165nujbfxcfb8.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sekarang.... Aku sudah hampir menerima kenyataan yang aku ni sememangnya secara normalnya... JARANG SENYUM =.=&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dulu Abg Yus asyik suruh aku senyum dan aku pun macam "what the heck? Aku tak senyum langsungkah selalunya?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tadi kat kampung, aku pun sibuk la melipat kad undangan perkahwinan makcik aku ni... Pastu Opah cakap something pasal aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama pun cakap, "Dengar tak opah cakap apa tadi?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Err.. tak?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Opah cakap macam mana Syaza nak jadi pengapit kalau muka asyik masam saja"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Whatttttttttt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku nak lipat kertas pun kena senyum kah???? =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion nya... Ah lantak la apa orang nak cakap. Muka aku. Suka hatilah. Kalau muka biasa aku orang cakap masam, nak buat macam mana? Bukan sengaja kok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tetapi... bagi mereka yang bersama aku hari Selasa hari tu.. Tak tahu lah mengapa diri ni begitu hyper. Tanya lah Zul dan Kairul, senior ku... Mereka saksi (bkn sesksi). Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku nak cakap dengan Kairul pun... mak ai.. laju sangat sampai x sempat habis satu perkataan, dah sebut benda lain sampai Kairul suruh aku slow down skit... dan ikut had laju bercakap yang dibenarkan. LOL. huhuhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada la juga tergedik2 dengan Zul... Nasib baik Nel takda. Kalau tak, tak tau apa akan jadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, Eddy pun ada Selasa tu... Senior ku juga~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dengan rambut dipotong pendek.. T^T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R.I.P rambut lama eddy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....ngee~ &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best gila la Selasa tu!! Aku hyperrrrrrrrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2164/2164800wkoassi334.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-3308051470276793542?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3308051470276793542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=3308051470276793542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3308051470276793542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3308051470276793542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-so-serious.html' title='Why so serious?'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8037068857064023737</id><published>2010-11-12T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:36:37.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mantra</title><content type='html'>I've been practicing some mantras...&lt;div&gt;and one of it would be "&lt;b&gt;act cool.. act  cool...&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and another one is "&lt;b&gt;dont be jealous... dont be jealous...&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the newest one would be "&lt;b&gt;just smile.... smile... smile....&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abg Yus keep telling me to smile and seriously saying, its tiring to keep smiling all day!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those muscles around the face need some rest!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i might need to add a new mantra which is "&lt;b&gt;he was using me... he was using me...&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+.+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.. I need to keep saying that to myself to knock some sense into me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to stop letting him using me... And i think he IS using me because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fact 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure whether he was shy to greet and communicate with me but most of the time, he treats, talks and teases other girls instead of me (like i was not there) . And i was there looking stupid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fact 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only some times he flirts and gave me those seducing glare... grrrr... (although it feels nice :P )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fact 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He doesnt want to get involved in a relationship with me yet he confessed he might be dating some else. $^%$%#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok enough with the fun facts =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh i've just come up with a new mantra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dont fall for him... Dont fall for him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...in case he starts to seduce me again +.+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-wallpapers.theotaku.com/caption-392282-20070208233348.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8037068857064023737?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8037068857064023737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8037068857064023737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8037068857064023737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8037068857064023737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/11/mantra.html' title='mantra'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-2760050018504128407</id><published>2010-11-10T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T07:55:32.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwanted</title><content type='html'>I found this poem on a website... and i really like it. It goes like this...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: rgb(170, 170, 170); "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Unwanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I though you loved me...I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I was told to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But i cant because you flaunted&lt;br /&gt;How much I am unwanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You took my heart and stomped it into the ground&lt;br /&gt;You tore me up inside with naught a sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A single message caused me to drown&lt;br /&gt;Drown, drown in anguish, agony and sadness&lt;br /&gt;Even now my mind descends into madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A madness that was caused by my sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Because of you killing my heart i became madder and madder&lt;br /&gt;all the while becoming sadder and sadder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I loved everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Your smile, your personality, even you aural hue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now i cannot stand the sight of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My love for you knew no bounds&lt;br /&gt;But now it is buried deep into the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I had hoped sometime apart would give you time to see how you've broken my heart&lt;br /&gt;But i now see that it was a fools errand, you never loved me&lt;br /&gt;For with your love and compassion i can a shark compare thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I try to forget, to move on&lt;br /&gt;But every time i saw you i felt as if i was shot by a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If the one i once loved reads this poem know im not suicidal&lt;br /&gt;Just that i feel that im on trial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And you were the judge who sentenced me&lt;br /&gt;to be jaded and heart broken for Eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theotaku.com/worlds/rotsm/view/200969/unwanted"&gt;link here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-wallpapers.theotaku.com/caption-530680-20100515085434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 1em; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-2760050018504128407?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/2760050018504128407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=2760050018504128407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2760050018504128407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2760050018504128407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/11/unwanted.html' title='unwanted'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-3959011782282295873</id><published>2010-11-06T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T07:12:18.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Agaknye tengah perubahan hormon kot emosi aku bercelaru macam...&lt;div&gt;Ye... mungkin mungkin....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mungkin pasal hormon juga lah naik banyak "pedatang tak dikehendaki" kat muka ku ini...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa-apa pun thanks to those yang bagi nasihat, Wanis and Abang Yus :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;malas nak tulis apa nasihat tu tapi I will try my best :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak nak mati muda sebab stress =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://media-cards.theotaku.com/371308-20100810122736.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-3959011782282295873?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3959011782282295873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=3959011782282295873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3959011782282295873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3959011782282295873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8440834756075302590</id><published>2010-11-02T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T02:31:57.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still a long way to go</title><content type='html'>Untuk mencapai visi dan misi aku mendapat 4 flat pada semester ni.... Huh, macam tak ada harapan je.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sudah masuk minggu kedua kelas bermula tapi sebenarnya baru seminggu untuk aku. huhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa-apa pun perkembangan aku setakat ini...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kimia 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku terlepas Bab 1 dalam kelas =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang ni selajar tentang spectrum (wateva) pastu tersekat(sampai sekarang) bahagian calculation untuk cari everage atomic mass. GERAM GILA!!!! Memang betul2 melemahkan semangat =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Math 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku lupa nak salin dalam jadual venue kelas aku =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terpaksa la kot pergi tanya di Department dengan muka tebal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comp 2&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baru belajar pasal Program Development Lifecycle dah pening =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arab:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh tidak, kene refer balik nota semester lepas =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm..... need to work hard more =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ganbate Syaza!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takpe, ni baru minggu ke-2 kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8440834756075302590?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8440834756075302590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8440834756075302590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8440834756075302590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8440834756075302590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/11/still-long-way-to-go.html' title='Still a long way to go'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-3993168253180705456</id><published>2010-10-30T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T01:38:04.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku di antara Dua, tak, make it Three =.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is this first guy who I think is just perfect for me... his sensitivity... Maybe other people thought it was his weakness, but i think it makes him special... The only problem is, aku tak tergedik2, tergila bayangkan dia :/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second guy... OMG. He's a disaster. Dengan beg merah jambu dia... Pastu friendly sangat dengan girls... and last but not least, His horrible way of typing text... "hye, apew khaba.. go0d mownink"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contoh je la... =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes he's just too adorable... And he knows how to flirt with me. Thats how i fall for him. Like, every night I'm thinking of him. i want to see him everyday. hug him. kiss him. ok dh melampau la tu. but you guys get the point. but i dont think he is type of guy i was looking for :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I AM REALLY FALLING FOR HIMMMMMMM &gt;.&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third guy... he's also very sweet... but i dont want to give him hope... I dont know what to do with him. bila reject takut terus tak berkawan :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masalah betul. Cant we just be friends??? (this doesnt apply on the 2nd guy. sorry =.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you guys ;_;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, maybe i am being greedy :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/742/742459fsloivune3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-3993168253180705456?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3993168253180705456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=3993168253180705456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3993168253180705456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3993168253180705456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/10/aku-di-antara-dua-tak-make-it-three.html' title='Aku di antara Dua, tak, make it Three =.='/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-3592463392691558984</id><published>2010-10-29T04:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T07:04:52.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jangan Gatal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Petang tadi...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aku: Mama, nanti ada cuti ke?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama: Ada, cuti Deepavali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku: Lama sangat ke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama: Mula cuti hari Jumaat, lama la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku: Hek ele... Bukan ada beza pon... Syaza memang free Jumaat. Er mama, minggu depan syaza tak balik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama: Kenapa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku: Er... Sebab ada aktiviti kelab... Buat Family Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama: Pergi mana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku: *gulp* Er pergi Bagan Lalang... Boleh tak pergi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama: boleh pergi, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;janji jangan gatal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku: (=.=)"&lt;/div&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;b&gt;Beberapa jam kemudian...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abah: Ha? Balik la minggu depan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku: Tapi..... masa cuti lama tu abah tak bagi pun Syaza keluar ikut geng capoeira... Takkan kali ni pun tak boleh T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abah: Kan cuti, Abah nak keluar dengan family. Nampak gaya pergi Bukit Merah berempat je la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku: (&gt;.&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;Aduh, keluarga lagi penting daripada kawan tapi I really want to go to Bagan Lalang (walaupun pergi Bukit Merah sebenarnye &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;lagi BEST&lt;/span&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;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/742/742480mp87kxcxgu.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-3592463392691558984?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3592463392691558984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=3592463392691558984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3592463392691558984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3592463392691558984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/10/jangan-gatal.html' title='Jangan Gatal'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-6404426961801429992</id><published>2010-10-20T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:04:54.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I should be a Cook instead</title><content type='html'>NO NO.&lt;div&gt;I'm not a good cook. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just dont have the natural skill and instinct in cooking. Yup, you do need instinct in cooking (according to Mama)  =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about being a graphic designer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love designing but i have 2% skill in using the adobe photoshop. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm really not that good in drawing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok ok... just daydreaming for awhile... After receiving my result...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhh THE HORROR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i actually expect to get this kind of result since I knew I did poorly... Yup, no surprise there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cause to this result? Gave up studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I did study but it was depressing because I, a NOT-SO-BRIGHT  student... REALLY NEED GUIDANCE IN STUDYING... (maths is super hard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, but its kinda hard because your friends wouldnt always be there to help you... But nothing to be mad at... I need to be more independent... Gahhhhh +.+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... i might need to extend another semester there... This wasnt bad enough... If I dont have to change my course to ICT +.+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....My parents would "LOVE" that!!!!!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-6404426961801429992?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6404426961801429992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=6404426961801429992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6404426961801429992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6404426961801429992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/10/maybe-i-should-be-cook-instead.html' title='Maybe I should be a Cook instead'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-4163906753298115599</id><published>2010-10-14T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:05:09.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terkongkong???</title><content type='html'>ASSALAMUALAIKUM!&lt;div&gt;hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saja nak berkongsi tentang perbualan aku dan adik sulung aku yang baru balik dari sekolah dia semalam. Budak baru baru habis PMR la katakan~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sambil-sambil dia menghirup maggie dan sambil-sambil aku tumpang hirup sikit dia bercerita tentang rancangan dia dan kawan-kawan dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia orang nak bercuti berempat ke Langkawi... 5hari di sana...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi kebarangkalian untuk dia mendapat izin Abah tercinta sangat tipis. Kesian dia... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pun kesian kat dia... Ye la, dia pergi bercuti dengan kawan-kawna pun ade orang awasi... Kos penginapan semua murah... Sebab ade "cable"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kemudian kami bercerita la bagaimana kami tak puas hati dikonkong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adik menceritakan bagaimana Abah tak bagi dia naik bas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku rasa Abah risau, tapi apalah salahnya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku ni pun, Abah kalau boleh nak aku balik rumah tiap minggu. Sanggup dia datang ambil pagi Sabtu tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rasanya Abah takut Sabtu Ahad tu anak perempuan dia keluar ke mana-mana...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO COMMENT :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lagi satu, hari tu geng capoeira aku dapat jemputan ke tv3... Aku minta izin kat Abah nak ikut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi Abah tak bagi :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malam ni aku nak cuba minta izin sekali lagi. Esok ada workshop capoeira kat Shah Alam... Nak ikut :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuba aku risau Abah akan bagi ke tidak bila aku cakap yang aku cuba nak tumpang Senior lelaki... Yes, Abah TAK AKAN BAGI. Noktah =__="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi...... Aku nak cuba juga!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gahhh!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berbalik kepada perbualan dengan adik aku tadi... Dia ada bertanya satu soalan yang sangat menarik...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adik&lt;/b&gt;: kakak, kalau anak orang lain yang dikonkong, dia orang dah lama memberontak... Kenapa tak kita?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aku&lt;/b&gt;: Sebab... Kita tahu hukum? (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dan sebab kita ni anak yang baik :P&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lolololo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moralnya... Kena konkong macam mana pun korang... tak payah la ngade2 nak memberontak melampau2.. Jadi budak nakal... Tak baik... kui kui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Sebenarnya banyak lagi perkara berkaitan yang dibualkan tapi tak kan nak bagitau semua?? masalah keluarga kottt :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-4163906753298115599?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4163906753298115599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=4163906753298115599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4163906753298115599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4163906753298115599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/10/terkonkong.html' title='Terkongkong???'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-321626143282422957</id><published>2010-10-09T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:49:45.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Spaghetti Cheese Sauce XD</title><content type='html'>I'm proud with this. Huhu.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little brother likes it and  like it too. But Mum said it is quite tasteless.... Blame me for not putting some salts but I think its OK! Perfect for those that love SPAGHETTI and CHEESE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huhu. I used canned sauce but to make the sauce from a serving of three to 12????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..I added some spaghetti-boiled water and milk. Shhh.... I dont think its even LEGAL :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TLC4sDq7I6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/EipJobKLvPg/s200/Image0293.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526119809822696354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, didnt take any picture while the spaghetti is being served :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: need to do more cooking!!!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-321626143282422957?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/321626143282422957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=321626143282422957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/321626143282422957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/321626143282422957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/10/delicious-spaghetti-cheese-sauce-xd.html' title='Delicious Spaghetti Cheese Sauce XD'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TLC4sDq7I6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/EipJobKLvPg/s72-c/Image0293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8516944001200921265</id><published>2010-09-30T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T03:13:26.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kita tidur sama-sama :P</title><content type='html'>Agaga... malam tadi sibuk ber&lt;i&gt;skype&lt;/i&gt; dengan seorang individu ni... Sampai tertidur kami berdua depan laptop yang masih lagi 'video call'... hahaha. bangun tidur pun sama-sama... XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasib baik tak terkantoi oleh Mama yang datang menjenguk adik kat bilik  dia. (tumpang tidur dalam bilik adik)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha... best-best....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8516944001200921265?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8516944001200921265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8516944001200921265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8516944001200921265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8516944001200921265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/09/kita-tidur-sama-sama-p.html' title='Kita tidur sama-sama :P'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-3214675157975356648</id><published>2010-09-27T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T10:10:15.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gahhh!!!! You guys read it!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2046/2046803k9bgoraq9x.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok everyone.. thanks for reading my previous two posts...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please keep it a secret.. haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wei, korang jangan nak kecoh pasal afiq tu... tak ada pape pun..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha... best kelmarin sepak beg dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.furnitureanddesignideas.com/Country-Cottage-Design.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;waaaa cantik kan interior design ni.... Nanti nak bilik cantik stail macam ni.. huhuhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok cukup, merepek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way.... er... tak jadi ah cerita. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: ada orang terasakah dengan previous posts????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-3214675157975356648?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3214675157975356648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=3214675157975356648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3214675157975356648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3214675157975356648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/09/gahhh-you-guys-read-it.html' title='Gahhh!!!! You guys read it!!!!!'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-2836937317530830342</id><published>2010-09-26T18:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T18:09:57.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy.</title><content type='html'>Oh boy. I was in love with you. We were good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always giggle together over silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you greet me with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always amazed me with what you done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can never hide your expression. Yes it may look innocent but deep down in my heart i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you are the reason for my moody days. You made me mad so i tried ignoring you for a while to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So forgive me if there are times like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, you are the reason for my happy moments. I LOVE hanging out with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are just friends. Being 'friendly' and 'couldnt hide' your feeling, other people are easily falling for you. Something that i enzy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are friends. Being mad at you, i couldnt do anything to backstab you or tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i can never tell you the truth. Everytime i see your face boy, all the words that wants to come out from my mouth, they are stuck there. Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be mine ONLY. Haha. I am selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may NEVER realised, but one of the heart breaking moments were when you went with other girls and completely ignored me. It HAPPENED MOST OF THE TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i had too much expectation on you. I couldnt not be independant without you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making things worse, i dont have many close friends here since i was uncomfortable with new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to hate you. I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i couldnt express this to you. I will never can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the times when it was just the both of us? Those memories will always be the best ones i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know since when i'm like this? Secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me mad with your attitude and i expressed my anger by making bad jokes at you. But since no one knew what you did (neither did you).. I was hated by everyone. they thought i was bad. And they pity you. When you and they started talking bout me behind my back (backbiting).. My heart was crushed, collapsed, shattered..&lt;br /&gt;Because i thought you guys as my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god there was this great friend of mine that tried to protect me and cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i can never have the guts to tell you this. If you really wants to know the truth, try to confront me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: He is a She. Boy is a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-2836937317530830342?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/2836937317530830342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=2836937317530830342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2836937317530830342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2836937317530830342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy.'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-3447005844619171008</id><published>2010-09-24T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T02:19:09.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its almost OVER!</title><content type='html'>Huhu, when was the last time i posted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that, just kinda lazy and dont have a suitable topic to post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, my life have turn almost 360 degree this week! Ok, thats hyperbola.. But seriously, something unexpected and bad had happened and and.. I just cant mentioned it here. Just remember girls, dont be so innocent with a guy and take good care with yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Just two more exams to go! MATH &amp; PHYSICS! Gahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, holiday for 3weeks! Walawee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, theres this club meeting i have too attend soon +.+&lt;br /&gt;Huarghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: if u saw me slapping myself, i was just trying to wake myself up into the reality =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-3447005844619171008?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3447005844619171008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=3447005844619171008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3447005844619171008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3447005844619171008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-almost-over.html' title='Its almost OVER!'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8142558263539816633</id><published>2010-08-30T02:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T02:47:54.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ruined everything.</title><content type='html'>I ruined my friendship with my once best friend, Hilary because I was sad when she already had a new friend at that time.. And she stopped treating me the way i expected her to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ruined my friendship with Adam because.. Well, because he stopped TREATING me the way i expected him to. And i dont feel that he think i'm one of his important friends. Which is why i'm heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ruined my relationship/friendship with Shin because i expected too much from him. He kind a fed up with me so.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;but i think he just scared that we might hurt each other.. Thank god we're still friend. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ruined my relatíohip this guy.. WAIT. When i first texting him i never thought we would get this far (although its no that far).&lt;br /&gt;It was him that 'declared' our relationship as more than friend. I was shocked and couldnt say yes or no. I TOLD HIM i dont want 2 be engaged in a serious relationship. But he was kinda stubborn. In the end, the one getting hurt wasnt him, its ME.&lt;br /&gt;Its quite dissapointing that he didnt tell me about his 'change of heart'. If he did told me, we could pretend to be just friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a way to lessen this hurtful feeling is to distance myself from the one giving the pain. Trust me, i did this all the time, and.. it doesnt really worked actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish, more relationships to be ruined are coming soon~&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8142558263539816633?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8142558263539816633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8142558263539816633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8142558263539816633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8142558263539816633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-ruined-everything.html' title='I ruined everything.'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-6108433997229968983</id><published>2010-08-19T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:45:24.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 minute Happiness</title><content type='html'>Hehee...&lt;br /&gt;I've just got a 1 minute of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Sir Ashraf gave it to me. Hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met 'accidently' infront of the building where his room office is at. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaky Me.. It wasnt a coincidence. I purposely waited in front of the building when i heard foot steps coming down the stairs while passing by the irkh building. It kinda echoed really loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know who it was, but i got a feeling it was him because he always goes to take wuduk and solat early. It was 1.20pm at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we met, i just said hi and gave him one of my sweet smile. Huhu. (padahal tgh demam pastu lansung tak senyum sblm ni). Then i just stand there for two secs. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my suprise, Sir went chit chatting with me. &lt;br /&gt;He STARTED CHIT CHATTING WITH ME!! He saw my phone and we chatted bout it while walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huarghh! Alhamdulillah i'm having a fever. If not, i would become hyper. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P/s: Sir was my Maths' lecturer but then he was switched with another lecturer T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-6108433997229968983?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6108433997229968983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=6108433997229968983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6108433997229968983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6108433997229968983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/08/1-minute-happiness.html' title='1 minute Happiness'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-7911635012240194980</id><published>2010-08-18T04:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T04:27:32.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her name is Lily</title><content type='html'>Her name is Lily.&lt;br /&gt;Lily is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;We have different interests but we still support each other.&lt;br /&gt;Lily is always there when i need her.&lt;br /&gt;Lily NEVER left me behind. She is there during happiness and sadness. She always cheer me up when i'm down.&lt;br /&gt;I always accompany her when ever she needs me and she DID THE SAME to me too.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LILY SO DEEPLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-7911635012240194980?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/7911635012240194980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=7911635012240194980&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7911635012240194980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7911635012240194980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/08/her-name-is-lily.html' title='Her name is Lily'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-762089100758262261</id><published>2010-08-11T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T07:08:14.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruined?</title><content type='html'>Once again, my SUPER HIGH SPIRIT was ruined, Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so high-spirited and when i was let down or things didnt go the way i want it, my spirit fall down hard, really HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today, after class I was so eager to go to bazaar ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. Semangat gila la solat asar petang tadi. Then siap2, i met my friend. Wow, she said nak pergi pukul 6 lebih and it was 5.15pm at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor me.. There i was, so hungry and i want to buy food for break fast A.S.A.P. as i want to rest first before break fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like always, i had to follow people's plan and i kind a was fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bye bye Roti John. I only had kurma for today's breakfast, the first day of Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Hope you guys have a nice Ramadhan and do lots of ibadah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-762089100758262261?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/762089100758262261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=762089100758262261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/762089100758262261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/762089100758262261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/08/ruined.html' title='Ruined?'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-4936955553779366003</id><published>2010-08-09T00:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:45:38.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody =____=</title><content type='html'>Yesterday.. After arrived to uia.. I.. Was.. Not in a good mood. What was the cause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt study at all last week, so when i am here in uia, ofcourse i want to study. But then there are my roomates. I dont know why but i feel uncomfortabe to study when they are around. Why? They WERE studying TOO. Maybe because, i need large space to study and we are sharing table and my part of the table isnt that spacey. So.. Yeah.. I prefer studying in the classroom. And the classrooms here in uia are availabe to be used at night. But then, i have no one to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i didnt had dinner last night. Why? Because... Because i feel like such a loner when going out alone. I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i kept feeling gloomy and decided to go to sleep around 11pm. Then someone called me and asked me to go down to the hall from level 4, with a box of fabrics which is quite heavy. But.. I HAD FUN clearing the stage in the hall. So later that night, i went 2 bed, without my bad mood :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;p/s: thanks anis for being caring for me. Sorry for posting all those weird creepy emo status last night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-4936955553779366003?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4936955553779366003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=4936955553779366003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4936955553779366003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4936955553779366003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/08/moody.html' title='Moody =____='/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-2519769822830139788</id><published>2010-08-07T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:23:29.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lol. sengal.. siapa letak title macam tu??? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TF1bJIBz0ZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/h4JN32ZwymY/s400/Image0245%5B1%5D.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502654532048638354" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TF1bJfjNO9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/JkZNRZK981c/s1600/Image0243%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TF1bJfjNO9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/JkZNRZK981c/s1600/Image0243%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TF1bJfjNO9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/JkZNRZK981c/s400/Image0243%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502654538362731474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cantik takkkk???? Ngee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(omg!!! i didnt notice how fair my hand is) XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;btw, its not an engagement ring. its just a friendship ring that kinda a bit biggggggg. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-2519769822830139788?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/2519769822830139788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=2519769822830139788&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2519769822830139788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2519769822830139788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/08/engagement-ring.html' title='Engagement Ring'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/TF1bJIBz0ZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/h4JN32ZwymY/s72-c/Image0245%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5433088194759717903</id><published>2010-08-06T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T03:51:50.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy much??</title><content type='html'>This is is probably my busiest week (yet) in IIUM. Every night I got things to do... Dont have enough time to do revision... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm quite free on  this day. Wait. Was I?? =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, martial arts week started on this day. I went to capoeira booth on my free time. I've been attacked by a Salesman too while at there and he took 40minutes of my life to explain a product that I have no interest of buying =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I realised I'm feared of salesman.&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;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second day of Martial Art Week. I visited Capoeira booth. I feared if yesterday's salesman saw me =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to pasar malam. Then a friend told me there is meeting for the committees of Environment and Nature Club. What???!!! =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had Capoeira training and an important meeting at a same time. Hooray for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then got an instant message saying the committees of Culture and Art Club (CAC) that are involved in Islamic Culture Night to meet in Al-Malik Faisal Hall (AMF) around 11.30 at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT!!!! the meeting started around 12.30 instead. GRRR.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the last day of Martial Arts Week. Was so busy (bz skit jee) preparinf fot that night's event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curse the Engenius Meeting. Sebok je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The event started at 9.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pantomime was The besstttt... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought i can rest, but Madame decided to have an extra class at 8pm. Already doing something else before that, decorating the stage in AMF for that night's event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wahaha!!! BEST KENAKAN ORANG!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a blast of fun decorating the stage. never thought I could get along with Abg Firdaus, the president of CAC and Abg Afiq. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is today!!!! haha I'm HOMEE~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday Mama kot hari ni. tak beli pape +.+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. Dah. Enough merepek. Assalamualaikum!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-5433088194759717903?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5433088194759717903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=5433088194759717903&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5433088194759717903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5433088194759717903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/08/busy-much.html' title='Busy much??'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-597043868381205466</id><published>2010-07-26T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:15:26.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats the point?</title><content type='html'>So tell me,&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point of posting (other than just nak luahkn perasaan) if no one read your post and how do you know if anyone read your post if they didn't post any comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, answer me.&lt;br /&gt;I just dont see the point of posting because i'm quite busy and if i try to steal some time to write in my blog, it would somehow be useless if no one read or comment on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i'm having a cold and mucus in my nose is keep coming out. Yuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-597043868381205466?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/597043868381205466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=597043868381205466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/597043868381205466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/597043868381205466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-point.html' title='Whats the point?'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-2030577747984562191</id><published>2010-07-17T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:47:04.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kita kat mana di Dibah???</title><content type='html'>Hari tu punya lah berkobar gila, gila gila...&lt;div&gt;Selepas dah menyerah kalah nak jawab soalan Maths dan Fizik (tak reti buat).... Aku pun bersiap-siap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalam pkul 1 lebih aku dah siap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku dah hantar mesej kat DIbah, tapi tak ada respon. Aku pun pegi bilik dia. CEH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tidur rupanya budak ni!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pukul 2 lebih kitaorang keluar dan tunggu bas depan pagar UIA. Lama la juga tunggu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bas pun datang... Dengan kemahiran yang dia ada (ditambah badan yang kecik tu) Adibah senang2 menyelinap dan dapat tempat duduk. Jadi, berdiri la aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sudah terbayang-bayang kat fikiran aku kalau-kalau bila bas tiba2 belok atau berhenti then aku terhumban ke dakapan.. Eh eh. Tak boleh cerita nih!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jadi, dalam perjalanan tu, aku perasan la yang jalan bas ni lalu macam pelik sikit. Macam nak pergi Sogo pun ada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila dah sampai satu tempat ni, Dibah suruh turun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then bila turun, Dibah dok resah gelisah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ahhh!!! kenapa berhenti kat sini!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, first time aku naik bas, dah silap jalan dah. maknanya silap naik bas la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dengan gagah dan tenangnya, Dibah gi ke stesen monorail (tak tau nama tempat) then tanya someone kat situ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kita orang pun menuju ke KL Sentral.... (first time aku pegi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jam dah menunjukkan pukul 3 dah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beli tiket (lagii) then naik Train ke Midvalley.  Finally!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi serius, aku tak biase berhimpit2 dalam train ni lagi =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi scene paling best masa naik train nak balik rumah dari Mid tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time train datang, kitaorang tak dapat masuk sebab macam dah penuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15minit kemudian, lagi satu train datang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KIta orang tak kira!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KENA JUGAK MASUK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So memang macam tin sardin lah dalam tuh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasib baik aku tinggi, kalo tak tenggelam macam Adibah. Dibah pun nasib baik ada aku kan.. Huhu. Ada la juga orang dia nak hold on to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila dah sampai stesen Serdang, tunggu parents Adibah agak lama la jugak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So conclusion nya, aku dah serik kot tapi nak jugak naik lagi (nk datang awal gilerrr)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-2030577747984562191?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/2030577747984562191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=2030577747984562191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2030577747984562191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2030577747984562191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/07/kita-kat-mana-di-dibah.html' title='Kita kat mana di Dibah???'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5544007579100123964</id><published>2010-07-17T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:12:30.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya nak jadi gagah!!!</title><content type='html'>*angkat berat* Ugh... beratnye perot ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... x.x makan banyak sangat. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Saja merepek je ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to share something with yo guys. Bak kata orang. munasabah diri??? Er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kecantikan Lelaki&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kecantikan seorang lelaki bukan kepada rupa fizikal tetapi pada murni rohani.Lelaki yang cantik,adalah:-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Lelaki yang mampu mengalirkan airmata untuk ingatan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;mencari yang ini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lelaki yang sedia menerima segala teguran &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;mencari yang ini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Lelaki yang memberi madu, setelah menerima racun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Lelaki yang tenang dan lapang dada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Lelaki yang baik sangka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Lelaki yang tak pernah putus asa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;senang cakap aku mancari yang memiliki semua ciri2 ini lah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kecantikan lelaki berdiri di atas kemuliaan hati. Seluruh kecantikan yang ada pada Muhammad adalah kecantikan yang sempurna seorang lelaki.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kegagahan Wanita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kegagahan seorang wanita bukan kepada pejal otot badan, tetapi pada kekuatan perasaan. Perempuan yang gagah,adalah:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Perempuan yang tahan menerima sebuah kehilangan - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;aku gagah menerima kehilangan Rabit :'(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Perempuan yang tidak takut pada kemiskinan - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;susah ni.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Perempuan yang tabah menangung kerinduan setelah ditinggalkan - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku tabah ditinggalkan Anis!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Perempuan yang tidak meminta-minta agar di penuhi segala keinginan -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Aku kena kurang mengada-ngada sikit. tapi aku memang bukan yang jenis meminta sangat.. Kan??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kegagahan perempuan berdiri di atas teguh iman.Seluruh kegagahan yang ada pada Khadijah adalah kegagahan sempurna bagi seorang perempuan.&lt;/b&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;Assalamualaikum sumer!! tata~~ (lol tu je post kali ni??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-5544007579100123964?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5544007579100123964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=5544007579100123964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5544007579100123964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5544007579100123964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/07/saya-nak-jadi-gagah.html' title='Saya nak jadi gagah!!!'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-4839877027082182961</id><published>2010-07-12T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:47:43.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Otak Bisnes</title><content type='html'>Lalala..&lt;br /&gt;Pagi tadi aku baru je tikam diri sendiri. Kenapa? Sebab aku ditinggalkan sekali lagi. AH MALAS DAH NAK FIKIR! Part paling best, dia tak tau pun dah berapa ratus kali aku makan hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ye, topik asal post ni ialah, AKU NAK BERBISNES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa la aku ni mengejar wang sangat?? Eh suka hatilah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. So apa aku boleh buat.. Menjual atau membuat? Kalau aku jual makanan, susah kalo nak buat sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;Aku terfikir nak bagi khidmat jahit manit kat bju kurung. Sepasang rm10 kot? Haha idea je ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jual pin tudung? Aku kene beli borong pin2 kosong dulu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak buat gelang pun kene beli borong bahan2 dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. Err... Ah nanti ah sambung fikir!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang ada cadangan untuk aku? Sila masukkan ke dalam kotak yang disediakan kat bawah ni. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: minta maaf anis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-4839877027082182961?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4839877027082182961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=4839877027082182961&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4839877027082182961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4839877027082182961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/07/otak-bisnes.html' title='Otak Bisnes'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8264254230848769807</id><published>2010-07-06T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T16:21:38.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Segalanya di hujung jari</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my friend here, aku dapat guna hp aku freely tanpa keluar satu sen pun! Aku post blog ni pun guna hp. Hebat tak?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Syaza dah makin maju kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;jom aku cerita life kat sini..&lt;br /&gt;Malam semalam ada kuiz fizik yg markah dikira 5% daripada overall result. Macam biasa, aku main belasah je jawab.&lt;br /&gt;Lepas je kelas, terus pergi latihan kelab capoeira.&lt;br /&gt;Rasa-rasa kebanyakan perempuan tak tahu apa kejadah capoeira tu tapi kebanyakan lelaki tahu capoeira tu apa!&lt;br /&gt;Sampai cemburunya dia orang kat aku. Kihkih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capoeira tu umumnya sejenis seni yang melibatkan tarian dan gerakan mempertahankan diri. So capoeira tu martial art la!&lt;br /&gt;Perkataan baru yg dipelajari? Jingga!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun ada belajar perkataan lain. Adik aku yg ajar. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik: Kak, tau tak apa maksud babun?&lt;br /&gt;Aku: Ha? Apa maksudnya? (yang aku tau babun tu spesies monyet)&lt;br /&gt;Adik: Babun tu pintu. Pintu saya pula babi. Tau tak kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Aku: (bru belajar asas arab) Oh, tau.. Tambah 'ya' kat belakang untuk tunjuk kita punya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampeh punya adik ajar benda tak senonoh kat kakak dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pape pun, aku dah enjoy sikit duduk sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, sampai di sini saja post aku kali ni.&lt;br /&gt;Shukran dan masalama!! (bahasa arab tuh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Why i suddenly want you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8264254230848769807?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8264254230848769807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8264254230848769807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8264254230848769807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8264254230848769807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/07/segalanya-di-hujung-jari.html' title='Segalanya di hujung jari'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-4934294068341983458</id><published>2010-06-25T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:18:01.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Me, Jun 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Hello everybody-ehh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;hampir sebulan lebih aku masuk UIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Belajar pula baru 3 minggu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Hehehe.. Aku dah mula rasa pressure belajar ni.. Oh tidak!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Duduk kat sana, memang aku melekat dengan Dibah je la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Bukan dia yang bergantung kepada aku, aku yang depends oh her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Biasa ahh.. Budak manja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news for me... aku dah berkawan hampir dengan semua yang sama study group dengan aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad news, Mama and Abah tak bagi aku keluar outing lansung even though aku nak keluar dengan Dibah!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the h***!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;_;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevermind that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hehehehe... lagi satu berita, setelah Purple pergi meninggalkan daku *buat muka menangis* ... Aku telah menjumpai pengantinya... Kuikuikui!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hanya Dibah dan dua tiga kawan aku kat sana yang tahu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;OMG! OMG!!!! *hyper jap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;fuh fuhh.. hensem gler.. (bagi aku)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, next topic!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korang semua!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sahabat-sahabat ku Anis, Dibah, Bella, Sarra, Dayah, Sarra, Farah dan yang lain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korang cuti lama tak raya ni?? atau pun kalau ada sesiapa yang buat open house awal-awal tu, kte jumpa la ye?? huhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalau nak berjumpa buat masa tersekat ni memang susah la. lagi pun, biar la tak berjumpa lama sikit, baru ada rasa rindu tu.... hahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, dah selesai post merepek aku ni. Chow!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs132.snc4/36961_133146513380327_100000549380332_255720_7742340_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;memang aku fokus sangat masa belajar :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-4934294068341983458?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4934294068341983458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=4934294068341983458&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4934294068341983458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4934294068341983458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-me-jun-2010.html' title='This is Me, Jun 2010'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8581414651759126095</id><published>2010-06-25T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T08:45:03.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rileks Dibah!!!!</title><content type='html'>haish kawan aku seorang ni...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rileks dibah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Dia tu macam batu tepi jalan je...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila-bila dia ada sekitar kita, biarkan je dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak payah nak gelabah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia pun tak buat apa-apa pun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia bukan ada apa-apa dengan awak pun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rileks.. rileks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chill babe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekian, wassalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8581414651759126095?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8581414651759126095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8581414651759126095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8581414651759126095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8581414651759126095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/06/rileks-dibah.html' title='Rileks Dibah!!!!'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-2703526667491198112</id><published>2010-06-13T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T02:25:10.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunyi la kot</title><content type='html'>Semalam...&lt;div&gt;Aku cuba menyelesakan diri kat sofa dengan diselubungi selimut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baru je nampak lipas besar dalam bilik malam tadi, Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jadi malam tu aku tidur kat luar bilik je la sebab masih terkejut nampak bapak lipas kat dinding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku bawa sekali hand phone aku tu. Aku belek-belek hp tu. Tengok senarai nama dalam hp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scroll... scroll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rasa maca nak berbual dengan seseorang... tapi pastinya kenalan lah. Kalau orang yang tak dikenali, sorry naik lori ahh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scroll... scroll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semua nama-nama dalam hp aku tu, tak ada satu pun yang sesuai aku nak call atau mesej. haish..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abah : Aku ignore terus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam : Rasa macam burden kat dia ni. Asyik ganggu dia je..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adibah : Bila ada cerita best baru seronok nk mesej dia ni. Huhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afif : No lama dia ni... Zaman bila punya ntah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ali : Rasa macam toying dengan dia =.= tapi best ajak borak nih!!!! Next time ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amin Afiq: Adik aku mana pernah bagi reaksi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anis : Susah nak balas. kadang-kadang tak balas lansung bila missed call. Sorry anis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scrolling......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danial : We only talked about cupcake. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fadli : Dia dah benci aku =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haziq : conversation selalu putus di tengah jalan. Pressure!!! pressure!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nabila : Oh, tak biasa lagi nak mesej dia. rasanya dia busy sikit kot. (alasan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mirza : kalau dia pakai lagi nombor ni boleh jugak kacau... =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muqsit : Abang tak kisah pasal aku dah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whisz : ignore terus. macam pelik je nak mesej dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zikri : fikir dua kali. rasa macam toying jugak =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------end-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&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;p/s: budak jahat mmg lonely =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-2703526667491198112?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/2703526667491198112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=2703526667491198112&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2703526667491198112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2703526667491198112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunyi-la-kot.html' title='Sunyi la kot'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-1810675326180821444</id><published>2010-06-04T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:17:56.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea... Yea... Bomba datang!!</title><content type='html'>Tengah sibuk melayan facebook yang sekian lama tak dibuka, Abah terjerit-jerit cakap ada asap keluar dari rumah jiran.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pun ada ambil tahu tapi memandangkan aku rasa macam tak ada apa-apa, aku layan je facebook balik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beberapa minit kemudian, suasana dalam rumah aku mula kecoh. Jadi, memang betul rumah jiran aku terbakar!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weh weh!!! Nak buat apa sekarang ni!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama pun terkejar sana, terkejar sini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Syaza, bawa ic keluar semua!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pun siap-siap pakai tudung dan terus ambil beg aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jiran-jiran yang lain dah mula keluar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku tengok dari jauh rumah yang terbakar tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's burning, alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak lama lepas tu, Bomba yang Abah telefon pun datang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku berdiri je kat situ, merakam suasana yang cemas ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seronoknya!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ramai betul lelaki-lelaki handsome lalu-lalang!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiba, aku nampak kelibat seseorang ni yang dah lama aku tak jumpa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PURPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;handsome gila dia dalam baju t-shirt warna kelabu tu. Huhuhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pun apa lagi? Meracau dari dalam la!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terus aku duduk tepi supaya peluanguntuk dia nampak aku cerah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beberapa minit kemudia, dia lalu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa tu aku sedang berbual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku perasan, selepas dia melepasi aku, dia toleh balik nak tengok aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serious!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia perasan aku!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beberapa saat kemudian dia patah balik nak tegur aku!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wahahaha!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kak Syaza, yang terbakar tu rumah Kak Syaza ke?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Err, this one is my house"&lt;/b&gt; *menunjuk ke rumah aku*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghh!! Aku hilang kawalan!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terus aku jadi blurrr!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa-apa pun api tu berjaya dipadamkan dengan bantuan dua trak bomba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasib baik tak ada orang dalam rumah tu. Dia orang semua balik kampung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beruntung juga sebab Abah perasan awal api tu. Kalau tak, mesti dah jadi semakin terok!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, kejadian ni baru berlaku semalam. Aku rasa rumah tu mula terbakar pukul 9.15 malam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pagi ni, aku ditinggalkan berseorangan kat rumah ni sebab aku tak boleh ikut keluarga aku berkhemah. Tak sedih ponn sebab.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rumah ni milik aku sekarang!!!!! WAHAHAHAHA&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;object width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/127519700609675"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/127519700609675" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-1810675326180821444?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/1810675326180821444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=1810675326180821444&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/1810675326180821444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/1810675326180821444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/06/yea-yea-bomba-datang.html' title='Yea... Yea... Bomba datang!!'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8146709640231651669</id><published>2010-06-02T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T02:14:08.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprise!!! Opss. Sorry, wrong person &gt;.&gt;"</title><content type='html'>Lupa pulak nak post pasal benda ni sedangkan dah berlalu pada hari Jumaat yang lalu. Huhu&lt;br /&gt;jadi aku akan taip fast and furious ye?&lt;br /&gt;OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu begini ceritanya...&lt;br /&gt;Pada hari Jumaat yang lalu, aku overnight outing dari UIA nih. (oh yeahh!!)&lt;br /&gt;lepas je keluar dari UIA, kereta terus direct meluncur menuju ke MIDVALLEY. (oh yeahh lagi!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balik je dari Mid, balik rumah la! nak buat apa lagi kan?&lt;br /&gt;Masuk je dalam rumah terus pengsan atas sofa.&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu pindah pengsan atas katil pula.&lt;br /&gt;Sambil mamai-mamai tu, aku mesej dengan Anis. Dia nak jumpa.&lt;br /&gt;Dia ajak aku datang rumah dia pukul 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terus lena...&lt;br /&gt;Mama pun tengah lena kat bawah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pukul 4, baru aku terjaga betul2.&lt;br /&gt;Anis dah kecewa sebab aku tak dapat datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun dengan mamai-mamai lagi, siap-siap pastu ajak Mama yang dah terjaga.&lt;br /&gt;Aku cakap kat mama suruh hantar ke rumah Anis kat apartmen tuh.&lt;br /&gt;Bila sampai sana, OPPSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAK ADA ORANG DALAM RUMAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoi... nak tak nak, aku kena susahkan mama untuk ambil aku balik.&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik mama tak mengomel ke apa... Dia layan je aku...&lt;br /&gt;Sebab dia tau kot yang Anis kan Bestfriend aku.. HuHU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, Mama pun hanta ke rumah ANis yang lagi satu kat Suakasih BTHO...&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun berlagak la yang aku baru je pergi ke rumah dia.&lt;br /&gt; Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu je la cerita aku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ni memang suka buat kejutan kat orang. Ni la sikap orang yang suka menyakat. HUhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8146709640231651669?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8146709640231651669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8146709640231651669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8146709640231651669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8146709640231651669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/06/suprise-opss-sorry-wrong-person.html' title='Suprise!!! Opss. Sorry, wrong person &gt;.&gt;&quot;'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-2620311649842336149</id><published>2010-06-02T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T01:57:15.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebellious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baru dua  minggu kau kat UIA Syaza, kau dah buat hal...&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu pertama, aku &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ponteng&lt;/span&gt; solat jemaah yang semua pelajar tahun pertama wajib hadiri...&lt;br /&gt;Amboi...&lt;br /&gt;Haha aku ikut &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;room mates&lt;/span&gt; aku la.&lt;br /&gt;Lagi pun terseksa suasana masa solat jemaah tu. Bagai &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bermandi peluh&lt;/span&gt; gitu.&lt;br /&gt;dah la habis pukul 11. Siapa-siapa yang tak makan malam lagi sebelum masuk waktu Maghrib, habis la...&lt;br /&gt;Terpaksa cari makan sampai ke cafe di Mahallah budak lelaki...&lt;br /&gt;Kafe di Mahallah Zainab, yakni mahallah aku dah ditutup pukul 7 lebih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminggu di UIA PJ dah pun berlalu...&lt;br /&gt;Ingatkan dah boleh la aku mula masuk kuliyah.&lt;br /&gt;Tup tup, 7 Jun baru mula kelas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEI TAK SABAR DAH NI!!&lt;br /&gt;KENAPA KENA TUNGGU LAGI SEMINGGU!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmpph!&lt;br /&gt;Tak apa.. tak apa... aku sabar.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin sebab banyak benda belum diselesaikan...&lt;br /&gt;Medical checkup untuk budak-budak Engineering pun belum lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... Aku tak habis bagitahu lagi cerita aku sebenarnya.. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain daripada ponteng solat jemaah... Auu jugak&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ponteng meeting&lt;/span&gt; di mahallah aku tu untuk pelajar tahun pertama. Semalam tau meeting Mahallah Zainab ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hish, aktiviti ni habis pukul 11 juga.&lt;br /&gt;Tak mahu lah aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Jadi semalam lepas aku pergi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;outing&lt;/span&gt; ke pasar malam dengan Adibah, kita orang rancang la nak ponteng meeting malam tu (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mastermind&lt;/span&gt;nya aku).&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kita orang pun lari (bukan lari pon) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;menyorok&lt;/span&gt; di  Mahallah Khadijah, bangunan pelajar perempuan lagi satu. Kita orang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;selamba&lt;/span&gt; je menunpang kat dalam bilik kawan kepada room mate Adibah (maknanya dia ponteng sekali la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, dari pukul 7 sampai pukul 8.30 malam duduk dan solat sekali kat situ, kemudian kita orang lepak kat kawasan kampus. Hahaha. Balik bilik kita orang kt Mahallah Zainab tu pukul 11 malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepak ni kita orang rancang nak &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pulak. Hahaha gila ke. Aku gurau je tu.&lt;br /&gt;tak pasal-pasal &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kena buang&lt;/span&gt; dari UIA tu pulak. mampus aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun, aku tak sabar kuliyah 7Jun ni. Huhu&lt;br /&gt;Harap-harap pensyarah best dan pelajar semua &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt; dan baik dalam kelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P/s: Mampus kalau mama abah baca post ni x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-2620311649842336149?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/2620311649842336149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=2620311649842336149&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2620311649842336149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/2620311649842336149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/06/rebellious.html' title='Rebellious'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-9098452039146096696</id><published>2010-05-30T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T01:17:34.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seminggu di Sana</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuhh..&lt;br /&gt;Sudah seminggu aku masuk UIA ni...&lt;br /&gt;Tak sangka betul yang aku terpaksa lalui tempoh Ta'aruf (orientasi) yang agak lama...&lt;div&gt;Padat sungguh jadual setiap hari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Badan berpeluh 24jam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nak bersembahyang pun bermandi peluh. Mungkin sebab ramai orang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agaknya, macam ni la keadaan di Mekah semasa musin haji kot :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi yang pasti, walau di mana aku berada... Pasti akan tetap teruja bila nampak... Ehem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kaum adam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. gurau-gurau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rasanya bagi aku, saat paling seronok semasa minggu Ta'aruf ni ialah masa kita orang berkumpul di padang dan melihat persembahan daripada pelajar UIA di sini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak dapat digambarkan dengan kata-kata... Handsome nya abang tu.. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sudah la tu Syaza oi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi masa kat sana, memang tak sabar-sabar balik rumah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biasa la, siapa tak mahu balik rumah sendiri, kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa kat sana, aku dh tertanya-tanya dah, agaknya apa perkara pertama aku akan buat bila sampai ke rumah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. melompat tidur atas sofa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. melompat tidur atas katil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. terlentang tidur atas bantal besar depan tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeng.. Jeng... jawapannya nombor 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hei, perempuan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kau orang biasa tak keluar rumah berbaju kurung??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bayangkan aku keluar ke Midvalley berbaju kurung!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasib baik baju kurung aku tampak ekslusif...haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalau aku pakai yang bercorak tradisonal... mesti nampak lagi pelik!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi selamba la jalan!! nak kisah apa orang cakap. Tak salah nak berbaju kurung, kan? Huhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ops, tak sempat nak membebel panjang. perlu kemas baju. Mahu balik ke UIA nih!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: mahu cari yang tinggi, comel, baik dan pandai kat UIA.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-9098452039146096696?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/9098452039146096696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=9098452039146096696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/9098452039146096696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/9098452039146096696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/05/seminggu-di-sana.html' title='Seminggu di Sana'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-23166971956664768</id><published>2010-05-20T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:11:07.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Goodbye???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, I wont say goodbye since that word doesnt pleased Anis much... (she hated it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... I'm have to say goodbye to the life I had in this house. After this, I won't have much leisure than before. I'll have to do my own laundry... AND OTHER CHORES THAT I DIDN'T HAVE TO DO BEFORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That (leisure) is what that really hard to let go... I'll need to work hard after this and it really make me worried because I'm scared that I might couldn't cope with the lifestyle as a student studying in university.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bla bla bla...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I'm still have to say goodbye to my other friends because we wouldn't be seeing each other for some time...(except for Adibah. She will see my face almost everyday. Haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;So... Goodbye everyone... I will miss you guys... really I will...&lt;/span&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;*yawn*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's already 30 past 1... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(betul ke aku sebut tu??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh my hair is extra soft today... &lt;/span&gt;(merepek je aku ni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.. I was busy packing my stuff and cleaning up my room a bit. I don't want to leave my room in a mess. Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....I thought I want to start writing a diary-sorta-journal so that I can record what happen in my life there... I found an old exercise book that I used as diary when I was in Form2... When I read it back... Well, lets just say there's a lot of guy's names in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I've also found this small notebook that have some drawings in it. I think I drew them back in the year 2006 too. Haha.&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;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs331.ash1/28719_123434964351482_100000549380332_208970_7131365_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha ORANG LIDI!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: ni la post paling merepek bulan nih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-23166971956664768?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/23166971956664768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=23166971956664768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/23166971956664768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/23166971956664768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-goodbye.html' title='This is Goodbye???'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5126863859283194365</id><published>2010-05-17T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:17:33.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;16/02/2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tak ingat la... eh ingat apa? Errmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ye ingat mimpi pasal Anis. Klakar la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ada ke patut kite mimpi anis menari tarian india. Tak logik lansung XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha... tak sangka jumpa satu muka surat terkoyak daripada diari lama masa awal remaja dulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa tu agak rajin menulis dalam diari... Selalunya tulis tentang mimpi, lelaki dan apa-apa kisah yang menarik ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuba mencari buku diari tu tapi tak jumpa!!!! Mana la aku sorok wei!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha sekarang tak menulis dalam diari dah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bukan sebab malas je, tapi masa sekarang ni tak banyak sangat perkara gembira yang nak ditulis melainkan mimpi-mimpi yang pelik dan besttt... Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa-apa pun... Merujuk kepada apa yang ditulis kat atas tu, masa tu kat luar negara. Terpaksa lah berpisah dengan Anis dan buah hatiku~ (pada masa tu) Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walau apapun, masa tu masih lagi bersama keluarga maka kerinduan tu hanya pada kawan-kawan yang sudah melangkah ke Tingkatan 1. (dan si dia..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang, tak lama lagi hendak pula pergi meninggalkan keluarga pula (ala, jarak 30minit perjalanan je)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak tahulah apa yang hendak dijangka. Mungkinkah aku ni akan Homesick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi kemungkinan tu untuk berlaku agak rendah walaupun ni kali pertama akan berjauhan daripada keluarga untuk jangka masa yang agak lama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ala, entah-entah lepas seminggu di universiti, dah balik rumah masa hujung minggu. Mana la jauh sangat Petaling Jaya tu dengan Kajang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/rids/20100517/i/r1275253004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Satu spesis katak telah ditemui oleh para saintis!!!! Pinocchio!! Alahai comelnya...~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-5126863859283194365?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5126863859283194365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=5126863859283194365&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5126863859283194365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5126863859283194365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary...'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-7078814288768013667</id><published>2010-05-14T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T01:17:20.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Done</title><content type='html'>What I've done...&lt;div&gt;Well, nothing really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sudah lama tak buka blog... Mungkin sebab sudah hilang harapan. Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mungkin sebab takut kecewa sebab kadang-kala Syaza buka blog, tak ada perkara hendak dibualkan kat sini dan tiada siapa &lt;i&gt;publish&lt;/i&gt; apa-apa yang menarik selain bual-bual kosong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minggu lepas Syaza buat Pancake. Pancake ku yang pertama. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niat nak buat tu datang bila kawan bual di YM beritahu dia nak buat pancake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Syaza cari sendiri resipi&lt;/b&gt; dan betul-betul buat keesokan paginya. Sedap la jugak. Adik bongsu Syaza suka. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gembira sebab ada jugak orang yang suka.&lt;/b&gt; Dah la pertama kali buat tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama tanya kenapa tak bagi dia rasa. Syaza bagi alasan yang agak kukuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Syaza tak nak Mama makan nanti tak sedap sebab pertama kali buat ni"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... Syaza ada cuba yang pancake "segera"... baru je beli. Cara penyediaan sama je macam Syaza buat sebelum ni cuma tepung dia tu lah yang "segera"... Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... Beberapa hari ni Syaza tidur (agak) awal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abah suruh mula tidur pukul 11... Sebab takut bila sudah masuk universiti, Syaza tak boleh tidur awal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm logik juga... Semalam Syaza tidur pkul 12 malam... OK la kan? Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malam tadi pun Syaza ada mimpi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syaza mimpi Abang Muqsit bawa Syaza keluar pergi makan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kita orang makan kat McD... haha &lt;i&gt;so boring&lt;/i&gt; kan? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi tak apa.. janji keluar dengan dia... Kan??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esok Syaza ada rancangan... Moga-moga rancangan untuk esok berjalan lancar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biarlah ia menjadi antara kenangan indah kami... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT BETTER BE!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-7078814288768013667?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/7078814288768013667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=7078814288768013667&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7078814288768013667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7078814288768013667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-ive-done.html' title='What I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-4623601452300950980</id><published>2010-05-03T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:14:44.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boost ma Mood!!!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to share this.&lt;div&gt;I really want farah to read this. Ha-ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;LONDON, May 1 (Reuters Life) – Just five minutes of exercise a day in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272768383_0" style="border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;great outdoors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt; can improve mental health, according to a study released on Saturday, and policymakers should encourage more people to spend time in parks and gardens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Researchers from the University of Essex found that as little as five minutes of a "green activity" such as walking, gardening, cycling or farming can boost mood and self esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;"We believe that there would be a large potential benefit to individuals, society and to the costs of the health service if all groups of people were to self-medicate more with green exercise," Barton said in a statement about the study, which was published in the journal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272768383_1" style="border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Environmental Science &amp;amp; Technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Many studies have shown that outdoor exercise can reduce the risk of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272768383_2" style="cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom- background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;mental illness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt; and improve a sense of well-being, but Jules Pretty and Jo Barton, who led this study, said that until now no one knew how much time needed to be spent on green exercise for the benefits to show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Barton and Pretty looked at data from 1,252 people of different ages, genders and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272768383_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;mental health status&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt; taken from 10 existing studies in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272768383_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;Britain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;They analyzed activities such as walking, gardening, cycling, fishing, boating, horse-riding and farming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;They found that the greatest health changes occurred in the young and the mentally ill, although people of all ages and social groups benefited. The largest positive effect on self-esteem came from a five-minute dose of "green exercise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;All &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272768383_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;natural environments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt; were beneficial, including parks in towns or cities, they said, but green areas with water appeared to have a more positive effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;(Reporting by Kate Kelland, editing by Paul Casciato)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Duh... did this like almost all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-4623601452300950980?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4623601452300950980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=4623601452300950980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4623601452300950980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4623601452300950980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/05/boost-ma-mood.html' title='Boost ma Mood!!!'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-3116890614320754269</id><published>2010-05-02T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:00:49.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its eating ma BRAIN!!!!</title><content type='html'>Kecoh je tajuk. Bukan ada apa-apa pun.&lt;div&gt;Haha tajuk sebenar mungkin "There's insect in my HEAD!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Begini... Semalam Syaza kat kampung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sedang Syaza nyenyak tidur, tiba-tiba Syaza terjaga sebab rasa sesuatu kat telinga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syaza terduduk senyap. Syaza dapat rasakan "benda' tu makin ganas bergerak dan memang sedang masuk ke dalam telinga Syaza!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syaza rasa macam berda berkepak masuk dalam telinga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syaza dah cuak. Takut sangat kalau "serangga" tu masuk dalam telinga dan tak keluar-keluar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghhhh!!!! Benda tu memang masuk dalam telinga Syaza!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What should I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau cuba nak tarik dia keluar, karang lagi tertolak ke dalam!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa tu, Syaza tahu Syaza perlukan bantuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I screamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shook my head vigorously and screamed again. Bukan high-pitch punya scream ekk tapi cuma jeritan "ahh" yang agak kuat untuk kejutkan semua orang yang tidur kat situ. Adik-adik Syaza pun terjaga. Dia orang takut tengok Syaza. Dia orang ingat Syaza mengigau. Adik Syaza pun ikut jerit sama XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama dan Abah pula terjaga. Berkejar-kejar dia orang nak tengok Syaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama tanya kenapa kat Syaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ada macam serangga masuk dalam telinga!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nenek menyampuk. "Pergi ambil minyak. Taruk dalam telinga dia."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa tu pukul 1.45 pagi tau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak lama lepas itu, Mama nampak sesuatu dan tarik "benda" tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ke...Kerengga??!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syaza macam tak percaya je sebab Syaza rasa benda tu berkepak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mak cakap, "Memang la rasa berkepak sebab kaki dia bergerak."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syaza tak puas hati lagi. Syaza duduk diam sekejap. Syaza tak rasa dah benda tu dalam telinga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Harap-harap la benda tu memang dah keluar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syaza pun sambung tidur lepas tu. Sekian XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Mama betul-betul masukkan minyak masak dalam telinga Syaza =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-3116890614320754269?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3116890614320754269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=3116890614320754269&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3116890614320754269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3116890614320754269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-eating-ma-brain.html' title='Its eating ma BRAIN!!!!'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8192944576558128455</id><published>2010-04-24T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T11:16:26.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cici???</title><content type='html'>hehe.. kenal individu diberi gelaran Cici. Malas nak sebut nama sebenar sebab agak berbahaya.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau korang kenal, bagus dan kalau tak kenal silalah tertanya-tanya. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah la. nak cerita apa je?&lt;br /&gt;Pengalaman berborak dengan Cici?? Kalau dilukiskan semula peristiwa tu mesti korang seronok sikit baca.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Komputer ada masalah. Bila dihantar ke kedai, tiba-tiba baik pulak komputer tu. Bila pasang semula kat rumah, rosak balik macam biasa. Agak sengal di situ. Entah apa masalah komputer ni. Maka terpaksa Sya pakai komputer lama ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan lagi dua minggu aku nak ke Johor. Err, aku tak teruja lansung. Tapi bila terfikir kemungkinan untuk sebilik dengan kawan-kawan sekolah dulu, agak teruja sikit la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Weh Cici, lets get serious? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8192944576558128455?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8192944576558128455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8192944576558128455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8192944576558128455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8192944576558128455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/04/cici.html' title='Cici???'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-6954496868868868840</id><published>2010-04-23T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T01:51:44.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did anyone miss me? I know Bella does XD</title><content type='html'>Ini akan jadi post yang sangat pendek dan ringkas. Hahaha. Tak mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;Di sini, Sya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh jap. nak bebel.&lt;br /&gt;Abang panggil kte Sya, Shin panggil kte Sya, Cyan panggil kte Sya. A lot of people called me Sya (yes, not in real life) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pasti semua tertanya-tanya. Sila abaikan ye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever I type 'Sya' I really meant Sya. Not 'Saya'.&lt;br /&gt;In my previous post I was referring myself as Sya ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sya bukan suka sangat guna perkataan singkatan ni so Sya memang akan mengelak untuk guna.&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. dah cukup membebel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu lepas demam panas. Like REALLY high.&lt;br /&gt;Mula demam khamis haritu, lepas balik dari kelas memandu. Esoknya, ujian memandu dan Sya sangat tak sihat.&lt;br /&gt;Beruntung dapat pegawai JPJ lelaki yang macam bermurah hati. hehe. So... I AM NOW A LEGAL DRIVER. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(nak cuba cakap depan-depan Anis XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu, siang malam tidur. Makan nasi pun tak lalu. Setakat makan bubur sikit untuk isi perut sebab nak makan ubat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya hari yang rasa betul-betul sihat daripada demam ialah hari... SELASA.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi... batuk ni tak pergi-pergi lagi.. Ughh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ye, sepanjang Sya duduk terkurung kat rumah, HANYA ADA BEBERAPA ORANG YANG HANTAR SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks..termasuk Bella sekali yang suka kacau petang-petang. Yes thank you x.x&lt;br /&gt;Memang rasa la juga macam bangkai bernyawa kat rumah tu tapi at least I'm breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Dan semalam sangat best. Mimpi benda best &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(haha bukan purple)&lt;/span&gt;. Sepanjang hari tu tersengih-sengih, melompat-lompat dalam rumah. Lepas tu tengok cerita Confession of a Shopaholic. Whoooa!!!! Best!!! !Laki tu hensem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi malam tadi, menangis teringat kat Rabit dan termimpikan dia masa tidur. Tapi mimpi tu macam nightmare sebab Rabit looked creepy... Well it doesn't matter. I miss that little guy. Teringatkan dia je boleh terus menangis sampai mata bengkak. Haha. Nampak sangat Sya ni lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... Sya baru sedar Sya tengah berdialog sorang-sorang tadi. Ala, maknanya cakap sorang-sorang. Lepas tu buat gaya macam perempuan gedik. Ala... buat gaya bajet hot and berjalan &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sikit)&lt;/span&gt; mendongak. Takut terbuat betul-betul macam tu masa keluar rumah. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Siapa-siapa dah pilih nak sambung belajar kat mana? Tell me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: p/s: Bwahahaha. Boleh tahan panjang post ni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-6954496868868868840?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6954496868868868840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=6954496868868868840&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6954496868868868840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6954496868868868840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-anyone-miss-me-i-know-bella-does-xd.html' title='Did anyone miss me? I know Bella does XD'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8568155877987277209</id><published>2010-04-15T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:26:13.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak ku Sangka</title><content type='html'>Hello semua...&lt;div&gt;Semalam punya lah tido lambat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masuk tidur pukul 3pagi... tapi pejam mata, golek-golek atas katil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lena pukul 4.30pagi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sya tau esoknya tu ada kelas memandu... Tetapi tak pasti pukul berapa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malas nak semak :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esoknya jam berbunyi pukul 8 pagi, Sya bangun, tapi tidur balik &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orang gaji tiba-tiba kejutkan pukul 9.15 pagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Syaza, itu orang bawak kereta sudah datang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Huh??!!!! Suruh dia tunggu!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tak ku sangka kelas mula pagi!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sya pun terus la bengun, huh, rasa segar bugar betul pagi tu XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Nak mandi ke tak nak? Macam tak sempat je? Ah, gosok gigi je lah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Jadi itulah pertama kalinya Sya pergi kelas tak mandi pagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sya tahu ada orang lain macam ni juga tapi tak mahulah sebut nama XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa sibuk menunggu giliran nak buat parking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(dah ada kat sekolah memandu)&lt;/span&gt;, Sya asyik tengok kiri kanan kot-kot ada jumpa orang yang Sya kenal buat parking ni juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa kali ketiga tunggu giliran (kot?), Sya tengok belah kiri dan ternampak seorang mamat dalam kerete bersebelahan kereta Sya pandang Sya juga dengan muka agak terkejut. Selepas tu dia senyum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sya pun tak pasti la dirasuk hantu &lt;i&gt;hyper&lt;/i&gt; mana, &lt;i&gt;excited&lt;/i&gt; dan terlampau peramah dengan mamat tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Itu lah, Tak ku sangka.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kemudian, masa memandu kereta keluar dari kawasan IMKEDA, ternampak seorang insan ni naik motor menuju ke IMKEDA. Muka dia macam Adam Hussain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tak ku Sangka!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa tengah menunggu lampu merah, Cikgu cakap la yang lepas Sya ni, Rafidah pula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sya pun terus potong cakap dia. "Rafidah Syazana ke?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas tu, Cikgu pun semak senarai pelajar yang ada kelas hari ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalam senarai tu, bawah nama Syaza ada nama Adam Hussain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wahaha! Tak ku sangka lagi!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak lama kemudian, ada orang telefon Cikgu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Ha, ye ye cikgu tengah ajar Syazana nih. Lepas ni cikgu datang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Cikgu! Syaza lah!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Cikgu pun lepas tu bagitau Adam yang telefon tadi. Sekali lagi, tak kusangka XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila sampai rumah, nafas Sya rasa macam panas semacam je, dua jam lepas tu, Sya memang rasa tak larat dah. Huarghhh!!! Aku demam panas!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;tak ku sangka!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;P/s: Makan 4 biji panadol... Hmm demam biasa la sangat kan? FYI, kite bukan layan sangat pun demam ni. Cuma kalau dah buat bodoh, boleh mati. Orang yg kene H1N1 tu pun semua demam biasa je dulu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;BTW, thanks Bella for the gift. Masa kita tunggu awk tu, dah nak tertidur kat sofa sebab tak sihat punya pasal. Sebab tu suruh bibik kte amikkan. Maaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8568155877987277209?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8568155877987277209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8568155877987277209&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8568155877987277209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8568155877987277209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/04/tak-ku-sangka.html' title='Tak ku Sangka'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-3511382982428042531</id><published>2010-04-14T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:48:25.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenapa, mengapa dan why ha??</title><content type='html'>Hello semua~&lt;div&gt;Syaza dah lama tak buka blog... Bukan sengaja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mengapa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sebabnya dah lama tak buka blog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sangat la sibuk sekarang ni... *uhuk uhuk*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt; menipu ahh tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehe... Ye memang saya menipu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebenarnya alasan Syaza tidak online... Err... Sebab...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Segan! Malas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa-apa pun majlis bersuka ria yang Syaza buat hari Selasa semalam dengan kawan-kawan memang seronok sangat la. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kita orang borak-borak, nyanyi-nyanyi, memekik-mekik &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(itu Syaza)&lt;/span&gt;, main-main... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Haha boleh dikatakan aktiviti hari tu agak berjaya jugalah walaupun tak jadi buat Roti John. Haha, nak risau apa, semua kenyang kecuali Dayah yang terpaksa makan nasi sebab takut gastrik kot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang, Syaza kene cari balik semangat yang hilang tu. Semangat untuk buat apa-apa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau tak ada semangat, mesti rasa tertekan dan nak tidur je seperti apa yang berlaku hari ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pukul 6 petang Mama balik tadi, terus terjah Syaza dengan soalan, "Dah buka email belum check tawaran".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warghh! Syaza yang agak terkejut pun jawab, "Err, tak.. hari ni tak online sangat".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Cuba siapa-siapa mengaku kat sini yang dia setiap hari buka email dia??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rasanya jarang sekali kita buka email kan. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Hanya orang-orang yang bekerja pejabat je yang buka email setiap hari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa-apa pun, aku dengan muka menyampah (tak tunjuk muka kat mak) terus pergi online sebab mana tau malam nanti Abah balik, Abah pulak tanya. Ish, rajin betul dia orang ni tanya-tanya. Tapi tak apa juga.. Dia orang ambil berat kan??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK... Jadi Syaza pun pergi laman web Yahoo! Mail. Daftar masuk guna user ID &lt;i&gt;nursyaza_afida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh Eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada email dari UNITEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOot! Dapat juga akhirnya~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehe... tapi &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kenapa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aku apply Mechanical Engineering... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why oh why??!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uniten.edu.my/newhome/images2008/folder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-3511382982428042531?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/3511382982428042531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=3511382982428042531&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3511382982428042531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/3511382982428042531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/04/kenapa-mengapa-dan-why-ha.html' title='Kenapa, mengapa dan why ha??'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-1289589586133030808</id><published>2010-04-01T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:43:15.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand-Made Clothes *Get prepared, Bella!</title><content type='html'>I meant Hand-Made Clothes for dolls!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(well, sewing machine was also used)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Seriously these doll clothes are really impressive.&lt;div&gt;I feel really jealous myself because why they didn't make it in human size!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.burdastyle.com/project_images/assets/000/085/823/Alice_in_wonderland-2_large.jpg?1263464482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a Dress based on Alice in Wonderland. So~ Cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.burdastyle.com/project_images/assets/000/073/864/P1120426_large.JPG?1257448911" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swimsuit vintage style x.x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.burdastyle.com/project_images/assets/000/080/171/11x17_Harem_Outfit_large.jpg?1260923291" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.burdastyle.com/project_images/assets/000/080/177/harem-3_large.jpg?1260923468" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my favourite!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The doll itself is beautiful. O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.burdastyle.com/project_images/assets/000/073/871/P1120459_large.JPG?1257450201" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...err... not so interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frankly, this post is already saved as draft weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until today, I just feel that it isn't the time yet to post this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I want to wait until I've make a doll clothes myself, but I was so caught up with something else that I really couldn't make one. Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, I dedicated this post to my friend, Bella since she likes Barbie doll so much. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-1289589586133030808?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/1289589586133030808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=1289589586133030808&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/1289589586133030808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/1289589586133030808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/03/hand-made-clothes-get-prepared-bella.html' title='Hand-Made Clothes *Get prepared, Bella!'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5976774500837402947</id><published>2010-03-24T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:31:43.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Aku habiskan masa lebih kurang 4 jam hari ni baca online manga. Hahaha rasa macam aku sia-siakan masa aku je. tapi aku still baca jugak ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pagi tadi siapkan 30 order cupcakes. Semalam dah siap bakar, pagi tadi cuma nak hias dengan aising je...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pukul 11 aku masak sikit untuk makan tengah hari. Ada la guna resepi ni aku koyak daripada majalah. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orang tak reti masak la katakan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semalam Anis bagi hadiah. Fufufu~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(gaya gelak dalam manga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasut weh... huhu Anis dah cipta sejarah dalam hidup aku ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sahabat pertama hadiah kasut. ngee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/S6m_NCMz2ZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XYvj3id-XMc/s1600/DSC07595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/S6m_NCMz2ZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XYvj3id-XMc/s400/DSC07595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452099054558501266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lepas ni nak keluar teman dengan Anis. Pergi Carrefour je...&lt;div&gt;Anis cakap dia nak beli kasut untuk diri sendiri. Haha&lt;br /&gt;tata~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Serius, tak tau nak bebel apa ntah. Korang teruskan jelah hidup ekk ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, tak ada makna aku cakap macam tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-5976774500837402947?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5976774500837402947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=5976774500837402947&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5976774500837402947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5976774500837402947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/03/shame-on-me.html' title='Shame on me!'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/S6m_NCMz2ZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XYvj3id-XMc/s72-c/DSC07595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8951993809777894983</id><published>2010-03-19T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T04:27:06.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Terbaru =_="</title><content type='html'>Haish... Cuti seminggu ni adik-adikku tersayang (uwekk) dah menjajah komputer ni. Aku dapat la juga peluang nak online sekejap tapi sekejap mana cukup!&lt;div&gt;Nak post blog pun ambil masa hampir 30minit tau!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau nak berdebat dengan Alif yang sememangnya suka online berjam-jam... HMMPHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malas! Alasan dia nanti, "Kakak kan duduk rumah, boleh selalu online. Alif duduk asrama tak dapat nak online." Hmmph! So what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa-apa pun, cuti sekolah seminggu telah digunakan sebaik mungkin oleh Mama dan Abah. Haha Diorang bawa pergi makan angin la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 Mac (ehem ehem) Mama bawa pergi Petrosains. Haha Eddy!!! (????)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17 Mac, pergi Bukit Tinggi!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang adik aku, Alif ni punya sengal. Aku cakap Abah nak bawa kita orang pergi Bukit Tinggi, dia balas, "Bukit Tinggi mana ada apa-apa. Jusco ada la. Kat Klang kan?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serius, memang sengal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agak seronok juga la pergi Bukit Tinggi tu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs485.ash1/26548_105451509483161_100000549380332_137336_8388099_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;COMEL!!!! HAHAHA betul betul. Comel gila aku XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs505.snc3/26548_105451312816514_100000549380332_137333_3015655_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iron man!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Mac pula pergi Genting Highland!!! Woot!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dah lama tak pergi. Hahaha. Enjoy la juga ;P&lt;div&gt;Aku tak sangka tau, sejuk gila Genting ni! Angin kencang gila masa aku sampai. Burrrr~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pakaian aku pun pelik. Tapi tak pa, aku comel XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part paling best, jumpa makhluk-makhluk ni!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi yang tak best.. Aku kena keluar duit RM30!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mencekik darah betul!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menyesal aku tak tanya diorang nak ambil gambar dengan binatang ni berapa ringgit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK!!! Lupakan kisah pahit ni!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jap jap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kat Genting aku main mata dengan sorang mamat agak comel ni! haha eh perlu ke korang tahu?? XDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs485.snc3/26548_105591886135790_100000549380332_139324_6506090_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Sape nak sangat aku post ni?? XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-8951993809777894983?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/8951993809777894983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=8951993809777894983&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8951993809777894983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/8951993809777894983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-terbaru.html' title='Post Terbaru =_=&quot;'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5212929034596753311</id><published>2010-03-17T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:51:32.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened on my birthday this year ;P</title><content type='html'>Argghhh!&lt;div&gt;Tertidur pula!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau aku stay up sampai pukul 12 mesti parents aku tiba-tiba masuk bilik nak &lt;i&gt;wish Happy Birthday&lt;/i&gt;... Tu la yang terjadi tahun lepas ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MALANGNYA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku terluka hati dek adik aku dan tertidur terus dalam bilik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku terjaga pukul 2. Apa lagi? &lt;i&gt;Online&lt;/i&gt; la!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sedihnya... tak ramai yang &lt;i&gt;online&lt;/i&gt;. Adam Hussain pun tak ada ;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi gembira la jugak sebab mana pernah orang berpusu-pusu post kat &lt;i&gt;wall profile Facebook&lt;/i&gt;. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pagi tu, aku dan adik-adik semua bersiap-siap. Aku dah tau dah nak pergi mana... PETROSAINS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha!!! Macam budak-budak je ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku punya la teruja sebab... Afiq kerja situ!!! hahaha. Athirah sahabatku juga kerja kat situ &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sumpah, aku memang &lt;i&gt;excited &lt;/i&gt;bila jumpa kawan yang tengah bekerja macam aku jumpa Adibah dan Dayah masa diorang kerja kat Tized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa-apa pun, hancur luluh hati bila tahu, Afiq tak kerja hari tu! Argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tak apa... tak apa... masih lagi ada Athirah. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku dapat &lt;i&gt;first present&lt;/i&gt; pagi tu. Purse baru... WOOT!!! CANTIK SANGAT!!! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tetapi, pagi itu aku agak kelam kabut nak bersiap sampai... Telefon bimbit tertinggal dan... SALAH PAKAI TUDUNG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memang kesalahan besar tu! tak boleh dimaafkan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh. Sampai je kat Petrosains, aku and family &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(without ayah aku yang tengah bekerja kat menara berkembar nih)&lt;/span&gt; terus masuk &lt;i&gt;entrance&lt;/i&gt; dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mula-mula kat entrance nak masuk tu, kene naik &lt;i&gt;ride&lt;/i&gt; macam &lt;i&gt;roller coaster&lt;/i&gt; yang diorang panggil Gondola. Ada la jejaka ni yang jaga &lt;i&gt;entrance&lt;/i&gt; tu. Aku pun... Ehem ehem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! Macam Afiq la stail dia! Tapi dia lagi comel kot XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas naik gondola tu, baru la betul-betul kat sampai dalam Petrosains!! haha XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serius, macam budak-budak je aku &lt;i&gt;excited&lt;/i&gt;.. =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi yang sengalnya... AKu begitu bersusah payah cari Athirah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampai la nak balik, aku rasa resah gelisah je. Athirah dah cakap, suruh aku bagitau dia tapi aku tertinggal telefon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balik je rumah, aku tengok aku ada 8 miscalls. Ish, siapa la rindu sangat ni XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku mesej Athirah, rupa-rupanya dia masuk kerja pukul 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sedangkan aku masuk Petrosains pukul 11pagi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memang sengalan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/ghxhf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vroom vroom......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/kghkghk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Redha je la jadi hidangan Dinasour ni. Weh, sedap ooh dinasour ni nyanyi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/klbnljl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cakk!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-5212929034596753311?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/5212929034596753311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=5212929034596753311&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5212929034596753311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/5212929034596753311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-happened-on-my-birthday-this-year.html' title='What happened on my birthday this year ;P'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/th_ghxhf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-7346018287879988225</id><published>2010-03-10T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:39:50.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So now what?</title><content type='html'>Okay, So you guys already got your result. Bad or good, nothing can be changed now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just redha je la. If your result isn't that good, don't get frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, SPM ISN'T THE END, ITS THE BEGINNING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With your spm result, you need to decided what to do after this? Start working or continue studying in tertiary level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to continue studying, where should you go? What path should you chose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ask me, I really have no idea what should I do now. I guess I'll just go to matriculation after this. I need to strive harder in matriculation to redeem myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what's there in matriculation. I have no idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't the imagine the situation. Are there courses we should chose in matriculation??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously... No idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I want to go other than matriculation, where can i go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure I'm not qualify for any scholarship to study abroad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha don't try to dream that far, Syaza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalala... I'm like sailing on a sailing boat, without a map and a compass to direct my destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/DSC07496.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Thanks Farah!!! I love my present!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-7346018287879988225?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/7346018287879988225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=7346018287879988225&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7346018287879988225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7346018287879988225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-now-what.html' title='So now what?'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/th_DSC07496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-7567472881490857056</id><published>2010-03-09T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:26:41.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing sounds good, kot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/2699890530_565615b816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miniature Shop Cake Counter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.glue-it.com/houses/gallery/cake-shop/cake-shop-003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday, Afiq suddenly popped this question on my Facebook wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/bvxcbvcbv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Actually, I did sometimes dream of having my very own small boutique like Butik Amani- only my dream boutique is smaller and have great decor XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Afiq talked about this, my mind flashed to something that Bella posted on her blog. She mention about having a cake house in the future. Of course, she was only day dreaming but it can be accomplish. I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mind wonder, what if in the future, I collaborate  with Bella. She could own the cake house, but the cakes and all the desserts, will be made by me ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to what Afiq said. Marketing? Business?? Is account a part of marketing?&lt;br /&gt;I... don't like account... =_="&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish... Guess I'll just keep day dreaming :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/DSC07492.jpg?t=1268209452" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tengah cuba buat quilt ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maaf gambar blurr. Ambil sendiri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pakai lip balm. Hahaha tu pun nak bagitau ke??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-7567472881490857056?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/7567472881490857056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=7567472881490857056&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7567472881490857056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7567472881490857056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/03/marketing-sounds-good.html' title='Marketing sounds good, kot?'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/2699890530_565615b816_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-6351830817392713142</id><published>2010-03-09T00:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:29:43.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abah dan boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>hahaha.&lt;div&gt;Aku ada la jawab satu kuiz kat facebook ni. Saja je la jawab sebab bosan yang amat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keputusan yang aku dapat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/S5YFBuJp5PI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GEGEfaKhUdo/s1600-h/ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 112px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/S5YFBuJp5PI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GEGEfaKhUdo/s400/ff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446546326477726962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Tapi aku memang la nak lelaki yang soleh tapi at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;attractive in his own way, have confident and ciri-ciri yang lain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetibe aku teringat la Abha penah cakap gurau-gurau dulu kat kampung masa raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"Kalau budak colour rambut, jangan harap la Abah nak terima"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(lebih kurang cam gitu ayat dia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun blushing, then buat-buat muka jelik dan balas balik.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"Bukan Abah je, Syaza pun dah reject awal-awal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha lihatlah betapa hinanya budak yang colour rambut ni di mata aku dan Abah.&lt;div&gt;Tapi ye la kan, kalau dah colour rambut, bila ambil air sembahyang, kene ke air ke  rambut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha sudah la. biar topik ni mati sampai sini je ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-6351830817392713142?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/6351830817392713142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=6351830817392713142&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6351830817392713142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/6351830817392713142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/03/abah-dan-boyfriend.html' title='Abah dan boyfriend.'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ebXhaTOyiUA/S5YFBuJp5PI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GEGEfaKhUdo/s72-c/ff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-7318512982812198584</id><published>2010-03-08T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T05:00:09.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penyakit Lama Datang Balik.</title><content type='html'>Ah!!! Benda ni datang balik!&lt;div&gt;Benci!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tolong la Syaza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jangan la senang iri hati, cemburu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perasaan ni, penyakit ni memang susah nak sembuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walaupun aku rasa aku sudah macam atasi perkara ni, tetapi perasaaan yang menyakitkan ni datang semula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ia mengigit dari dalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku mahu menangis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa kekurangan diri ini?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mungkin sebab aku suka menjauhkan diri?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mungkin sebab aku malu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adakah aku ni sering berkata perkara yang sia-sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku ini, tak pandai berinteraksi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila aku fikirkan perkara ini, rasa seperti mahu mencederakan diri/orang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku bayangkan diri memegang sepucuk pistol. Aku bayangkan diri mengelar muka ku dengan pisau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agak sadis ke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entah ni, bayangan ini macam terapi diri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. aku teringat kan Rabit. Kalau dia ada, sudah tentu aku meluru ke luar rumah mencari dia. Sahaja mahu peluk dan bermain dengannya untuk hilangkan tekanan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... kembali kepada cerita asal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wargh!!!!! benci perasaan ni!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memang perasaan ni ada sejak tadika.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha teruk kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuma sejak akil baligh masa 6-7 tahun dulu, baru aku sedar masalah aku ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tetapi, nasib baik lah, sekarang ada Anis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pun kira bersyukur la ada korang yang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kurang sikit beban kat hati ni bila terfikirkan masalah emosi aku ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi, aku terfikir juga, kenapa aku jadi begini?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa sebenarnye masalah aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So korang, tolong aku ekk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bagi yang mengenali diri ni secara peribadi, BAYANGKAN KORANG INI BUKAN SAHABAT AKU, SEBALIKNYA KORANG HANYA BARU MENGENALI AKU DAN TIDAK RAPAT DENGAN AKU. APAKAH TANGGAPAN KORANG TENTANG AKU. APA YANG MENYEBABKAN AKU NI SUSAH HENDAK DIRAPATI???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korang tak payah lah mention pasal sifat aku yg "tak sensitif" tu dulu sebab perbuatan tu memang disengajakan atas dasar emosi yang tak dapat dikawal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa-apa pun, agaknya ada ke sesiapa yang nak jawab??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-7318512982812198584?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/7318512982812198584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=7318512982812198584&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7318512982812198584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7318512982812198584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/03/penyakit-lama-datang-balik.html' title='Penyakit Lama Datang Balik.'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-7103559407032424332</id><published>2010-03-07T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:23:33.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored with your obsession.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK memang pun aku bosan, jemu, muak, menyampah dan lain-lain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila aku cakap macam ni, mula la ada yang bantah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ala, minat je, bukan salah pun"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hot-nya diorang!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kyaaa~!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok ni antara perangai aku. Aku senang jelik kat orang. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Jap, ade ke perkataan jelik?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entah la, tapi aku bukan orang yang suka benci kat orang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada beza tau antara jelik dan benci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa-apa pun, tak kisah la dengan kesukaan korang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuma berpada-pada la sebab err.. aku &lt;b&gt;annoyed&lt;/b&gt;. Hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi kenapa aku nak menyampah? Entah la. Mungkin sebab korang berulang kali cakap pasal diorang. Bukan korang je, ramai Malaysian girls pun sama =_="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku minat kat diorang gak. Apa yang aku minat kat diorang?? Kulit muka yang bersih suci tu.... GERAM JE TENGOK!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suka makeup dan style mamat/minah ni. haha dan hari ni aku try buat makeup macam diorang. boleh la jadi. tapi tak ada orang nak amik gamba aku dengan elok untuk letak dalam blog. ;_;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV3jaQGAhcU/S5PMYgkZvVI/AAAAAAAABdM/kLcyfRc1KM0/s200/232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s lagi: Sebenarnye aku post sebab Adibah dah rindu nak tengok post aku yang latest hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s lagi lagi: gamba curi kat blog amigas. Muahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-7103559407032424332?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/7103559407032424332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=7103559407032424332&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7103559407032424332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/7103559407032424332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/03/bored-with-your-obsession.html' title='Bored with your obsession.'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV3jaQGAhcU/S5PMYgkZvVI/AAAAAAAABdM/kLcyfRc1KM0/s72-c/232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-4368150972607866554</id><published>2010-03-02T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:16:08.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Making cute buttons and bowtie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ye la.. What button?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adakan button jenis ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 274px; height: 329px;" src="http://regmedia.co.uk/2007/06/27/usb_panic_1.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photographicdictionary.com/images/b/button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ataupun yang ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 278px;" src="http://shop.paul-shih.com/images/badge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeng jeng jeng...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/145/l_b412998167d6499abfd804e508950d76.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saje bagi bear ni pakai. Cun tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/DSC07400edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh lala!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantik tak button &amp;amp; ribbon aku buat tu?&lt;br /&gt;Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;Kain nak buat button tu aku guna kain  yg aku kutip kt Butik Amani tahun lepas. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Project terbaru (maybe) aku nak buat beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masalahnya aku xde kain yg sesuai jadi mungkin aku cuma hias beg yang dah sedia ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Refashion!!!!!!!!! Uwargh!!!!&lt;/span&gt; *semangat berkobar-kobar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabilah!!!!&lt;span style="font-size:270%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I.. Need.. More.. Fabrics!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Baru aku sedar, orang lagi terpandang beg dan teddy teddy bear tu daripada buttons dan bow yang aku dok sibuk nak promote xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-4368150972607866554?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4368150972607866554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=4368150972607866554&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4368150972607866554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4368150972607866554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-button.html' title='Making cute buttons and bowtie'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/Blog/th_DSC07400edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-4910144626516557766</id><published>2010-03-02T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:05:55.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Another video!!!</title><content type='html'>Lalala... aku buat video lagi. Memang aku xde keje. Lalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaran:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Video ni ada aksi menggoyang punggung, aksi bina badan (yela tu) dan mungkin ada aurat yang terdedah. Sekian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb2e5c6bb64bc10" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0fb2e5c6bb64bc10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331765776%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FCC11F293175CF0F953058B0B538E091B035AF7.260C73D7BC168F5F75029B776667E99AD1C44C03%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb2e5c6bb64bc10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXiSWsT4weXK8pOHczxEN0AtOAkU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0fb2e5c6bb64bc10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331765776%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FCC11F293175CF0F953058B0B538E091B035AF7.260C73D7BC168F5F75029B776667E99AD1C44C03%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb2e5c6bb64bc10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXiSWsT4weXK8pOHczxEN0AtOAkU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ye, aku ada jugak buat video pasal Rabit semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/104776569550655"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/104776569550655" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860497814542423144-4910144626516557766?l=hypersyaza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/feeds/4910144626516557766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860497814542423144&amp;postID=4910144626516557766&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4910144626516557766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860497814542423144/posts/default/4910144626516557766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypersyaza.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-video.html' title='Another video!!!'/><author><name>hypersyaza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17850904315309094328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ2Fd_OG4eA/TvNhePwdYxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/si0DSj_RHso/s220/Image0783%2Beditt%2B3-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
