<?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-3376884796416781346</id><updated>2011-08-14T22:03:20.791+08:00</updated><category term='flu raya'/><title type='text'>Blackjack.</title><subtitle type='html'>croupier.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-9129656019247785697</id><published>2009-02-26T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:43:00.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've packed my bags and i'm moving. to where? to xanga! cos i'm tired of blogger hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go here;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/annaryalyn"&gt;http://xanga.com/annaryalyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-9129656019247785697?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/9129656019247785697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=9129656019247785697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/9129656019247785697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/9129656019247785697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-people.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-2929684926664413541</id><published>2009-02-23T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:04:37.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on an entirely different note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody made me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-2929684926664413541?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/2929684926664413541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=2929684926664413541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2929684926664413541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2929684926664413541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-entirely-different-note-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-3420153839353557783</id><published>2009-02-23T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:30:55.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SaKTAamkqgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8koJgF_udcU/s1600-h/gf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305964946346256898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SaKTAamkqgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8koJgF_udcU/s400/gf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; paparazzi. Shaq's the photographer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SaKSkoOpkRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LqqvclxR0Bs/s1600-h/salam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305964468967674130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SaKSkoOpkRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LqqvclxR0Bs/s400/salam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha. Yana was going home and she was salam-ing everyone. cant remember the photographer for this one but Yana was funny. weird pose though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SaKQeawL7cI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rCOHZxTSvSI/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305962163247771074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SaKQeawL7cI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rCOHZxTSvSI/s400/jump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was the third or fourth aye Dhea? hah. Scott (was that your camera's name?) was really a pleasure to be with. i'll be sure to be there whenever Scott's there :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;definitely not happy with Common Test results.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;not telling Mother the results, not just yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe not telling at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i studied, damn it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;did i study the wrong way?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and screw the careless mistakes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can never get that part right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;find me in the highest point in Singapore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be there.&lt;/em&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/3376884796416781346-3420153839353557783?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/3420153839353557783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=3420153839353557783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/3420153839353557783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/3420153839353557783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2009/02/paparazzi.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SaKTAamkqgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8koJgF_udcU/s72-c/gf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-1544893154413406813</id><published>2009-02-21T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:08:58.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheers to the greatest girlfriends in the world, ones I might not find a replacement for them.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the almost nicest person on Earth for being there when I was lost and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the awesome-st author in the world for making me understand life better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother always says hating is not Muslim. But I guess to you I could make an exception, Sassenach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-1544893154413406813?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/1544893154413406813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=1544893154413406813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1544893154413406813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1544893154413406813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2009/02/cheers-to-greatest-girlfriends-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-7328807330953706086</id><published>2009-02-19T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:24:42.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling good, feeling good, it's a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling hungry, there's nothing to eat, i'm eating nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling scared, there's history tomorrow and i aint studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling something, feeling something, feeling something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a couple of reasons why i'm loving my mother a whole lot more and why i'm feeling happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mommy made a damn nice soup that i haven't had for quite some time. it's the dried thin tofu and it feels like heaven eating them :D it's some chinese soup but it awesome possum.&lt;br /&gt;- mommy hugged me hard when i cried because i was too stressed with the papers and other stuffs and she told me it was okay to cry and she made me feel like a kid again and i love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;- i met dear girlfriends yesterday and we spent the whole time taking funny funny pictures go here to view &lt;a href="http://stenciledhearts.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stenciledhearts.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- physics paper was somehow easy. because i studied like crazy. so, a round of applause for me. i deserve them.&lt;br /&gt;- two more papers tomorrow and common test is over.&lt;br /&gt;- my hair grew longer. i waited long.&lt;br /&gt;- i just feel happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i end here. i'm exhausted. love y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-7328807330953706086?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/7328807330953706086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=7328807330953706086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/7328807330953706086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/7328807330953706086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-feeling-good-feeling-good-its-good.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-4908802058430794011</id><published>2009-02-16T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:01:05.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently at home.&lt;br /&gt;two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;sick, and there's no important lesson in school.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to stay at home and study. but now i'm taking a break. lol. been studying since after subuh. and surprisingly i finished up my Physics TYS. now i dont know what to do. heh. i think i'll end up practicing Math all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common test starts tomorrow. Malay paper first. bleah. i still havent hand in Cerpen. lol. malas nak tulis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must/will/can get A1s for all. woah, big dream :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-4908802058430794011?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/4908802058430794011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=4908802058430794011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/4908802058430794011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/4908802058430794011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2009/02/currently-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-4364935750733206118</id><published>2009-02-11T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:00:37.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be meeting Kim in, 19 min more (time check!). and then I’m gonna drop by Eiqa’s place to return her Kamus and shorts. And then I’ll be home in no time. Ineed to rest my head. I’m so glad I was very sick Monday. I know it’s weird but if not for that, I’d be stressing over everything already. So an MC yesterday allows me to relax a little bit. Hurrah for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, common test starts next week and I’m putting extra efforts. I’m tired of the Bs I got for all the subjects except math and malay no matter how much effort I put in. wth. So I’m really hoping this extra extra effort will change all the grades to A. dear God please help me. I swear I’m going jump off the highest building I can find in Choa Chu Kang since common test is the reason why I couldn’t go out with Eiqa and friends today. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t wake up just now morning to eat medicine. I was too tired. And I forgot to bring my medicine to school either. Go away flu bug! Go disturb other people. I’m tired of you. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old mommy, always so relax. Screw O levels for making my mom extra naggy, extra everything. If only she’d be extra kind and let me rest the whole day or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-4364935750733206118?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/4364935750733206118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=4364935750733206118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/4364935750733206118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/4364935750733206118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-be-meeting-kim-in-19-min-more-time.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-7059882634145693106</id><published>2009-02-06T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:18:35.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have some time now and i guess i'm using it for updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, school's tough as usual. assignments are given almost everyday. bleah. and i'm retaking Art so there's more drawings to be done. but i'm glad i can still manage it all. it's the second month now and i'm already dreading school. lol. but there's always my mommy who's been nagging, i meant, encouraging me to work hard and start now. i did though. i did start now, but i'm afraid i might get exhausted by the time O level starts. lets hope i wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent went out anywhere except once to Beach Road with Sabrina and Ez'zati. suddenly i have no life. lol. i mean, there's no time to watch tv. and my dad insist that i sleep early cos it's good for the health and so that i wont get sleepy the next day. which means i cant watch American Idol. but but but somehow i always have the time for Wrestling HAHAHAHAH. and jogging. and thats it. boo. i need sleep too. thankfully there's no eye bag so hurrah for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to Ain the other time over the phone. :) i'm so glad i did. there's so many things to say. but we mostly talk about my school, her course and of course, personal life. hah. Ain, i hope the appeal is successful okay? no dear, no Sports whatsoever for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking a break right now actually. havent start studying at all. just got home from Lot One with Mommy. went to Libaray and met Yana! you grew btw. :P and then we head to NTUC and then we got home. i'm down with flu and my head is wheezing and i couldnt stop couching and sneezing since just now. aiyo. the sit in front of Lim Lay Yong is doomed. apparently i sat there. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training tomorrow. yay. one reason to be smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you cos i'm forgotten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-7059882634145693106?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/7059882634145693106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=7059882634145693106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/7059882634145693106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/7059882634145693106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-some-time-now-and-i-guess-im.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-2279336789665148768</id><published>2009-02-01T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:45:45.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"time has come and gone for words,&lt;br /&gt;a thousand threats i've heard before&lt;br /&gt;words are cheap but lies are big to take."&lt;br /&gt;- JH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s going right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling the mood already.&lt;br /&gt;Got 3 rivals this year, and i'm on the top of the 'Must Beat' list.&lt;br /&gt;Not losing, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be back when i feel like coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-2279336789665148768?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/2279336789665148768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=2279336789665148768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2279336789665148768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2279336789665148768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothings-going-right.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-3798008129392159299</id><published>2009-01-28T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:23:59.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know why i'm feeling so happy today. maybe because both mom and dad are out and will probably be back at night? lo. plus there's no IP coaching for English today. and there's no homework. and both my sisters are in the bestest mood ever. no quarrel/fights/squabble. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk home with Silly today. lol. another reason to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i must really work hard for 2.4 km run. i mean, wth? 4 years of running i never once hit the 15 mins. (not bragging) then suddenly last week i was the fifth last runner. 19.08 mins. i swear i thought they were taunting me. bleah. nevermind. JIA YOU IZZAH! :D NAPFA test is tomorrow. i bet we're doing the stupid running again. -______________-"" anybody care to join me for running? everyday in the evening? cos thats the only time i'm free. DHEA YOU WANNA RUN WITH ME? then after that we go swimming or something? lol feeling desperate here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps, i think Aaron Ramsey is cute! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-3798008129392159299?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/3798008129392159299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=3798008129392159299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/3798008129392159299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-3364418126913695934</id><published>2009-01-22T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:18:43.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SXh_ayvGemI/AAAAAAAAAN0/smNMJ2tKp78/s1600-h/DSC02693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294121460246674018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SXh_ayvGemI/AAAAAAAAAN0/smNMJ2tKp78/s400/DSC02693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my non halal friends, Lyn and Jinyan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy new year :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come to my house on Saturday for the cakes and cookies okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll make arrangements with you both again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember to give me some when you guys got the super fat money filled ang paos !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love you pigs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-3364418126913695934?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/3364418126913695934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-3114237535278784089</id><published>2009-01-22T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:56:09.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't wait for CNY. wonder how much will i get this year. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GONG XI GONG XI, EVERYONE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baking cookies for Lyn and cakes for everyone else. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-3114237535278784089?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/3114237535278784089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;and so, you grew up. you're a (insert gender-man woman) now. no longer the kid with baby face that i once had a crush on. okay, maybe you still do. but you grew. i grew. everybody grew. and changed. just remeber darlin', i'll still love you like i used to once. always had, always will. that's one thing that'll never change. i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-1326734087175621863?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/1326734087175621863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=1326734087175621863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1326734087175621863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1326734087175621863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-so-you-grew-up.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-1324576857234452613</id><published>2009-01-18T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:26:54.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m back from taking the bursary! Yay! I’m richer by $250 now. Haha. Met Izzat at De La Salle just now with his dad and Izzah.  Omg. She grew taller. And geek-ier? That small girl I first met when she’s 6 is already in primary 4. I guess time really flies. And its flying very fast. I bet if I were to blink now I might be in  the hall, sitting for my Os. Dang. I’m so not going to blink. Wait, I just did. Twice. Heh. Anyway, thank you uncle ishak for the drink and Happy Belated-by-3-days! Yeah, getting wiser but just not cleverer. What does it mean? I don’t know! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School’s tomorrow and there’s a 2 assignments that I’ve yet to get it done. Malays paper 1 and history essay. I’m actually stealing some time to update my blog. I’m suppose to find more pictures for Art. Because I’m retaking it. It’s a waste of time but the grade I got was just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I grew taller!! I was supposed to be about the same height as Nurul. But Izzat insisted that I didn’t. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;- I have a lot of homework. Then again, who doesn’t?&lt;br /&gt;- Since I grew taller, my weight decided to increase the numbers. I gained 2 kilos. I preferred to think of it as gaining 2 pounds instead.&lt;br /&gt;- Kim’s having his holiday soon, that means he’ll have to entertain me more. Hurrah or what?&lt;br /&gt;- Susan Leong is fun. I like her.&lt;br /&gt;-I keep looking at Ashley Tan’s face even if I’m supposed to be reading or writing down notes.&lt;br /&gt;- I’m tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post up the pictures me and Izzah took when i can find my USB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy schooling! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-1324576857234452613?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/1324576857234452613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=1324576857234452613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1324576857234452613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1324576857234452613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-from-taking-bursary-yay-im.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-7438703700466854663</id><published>2009-01-05T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:14:28.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what on Earth has gotten into Jeff's head?&lt;br /&gt;he painted his face asthough he painted it while he's asleep. it so, funny. (trying hard not to say ugly. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, school was okay just now. accompanying Lina during her recess was fun. :) we talked and talked and joked and talked somemore. and i realize that that was what i might looked like the first time i stepped into Kranji. all nerdy and lost and excited. Lina was all. but she's cute. :D honest! i hope she'll be happy in Kranji, the school she chose long before she took PSLE. walking to school with Lina tomorrow. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Ian too! i miss him alot can? used to bump into him at the lift lobby or something. he's all tall and grew alot. but still as handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided not to retake art. full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i just realize that Adnan looked like Suchao Nutnum and Nattaphong Samana mixed together. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still crushing on you. and more&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-7438703700466854663?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/7438703700466854663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=7438703700466854663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/7438703700466854663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/7438703700466854663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-on-earth-has-gotten-into-jeffs.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-6292686547784337496</id><published>2009-01-04T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:10:53.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Mdm Yong is my mentor.&lt;br /&gt;- Mdm Normala is still my mentor, 3 years now.&lt;br /&gt;- my O level art piece is being hanged at one of the walls. :/&lt;br /&gt;- i'm alone, just realize everyone graduated.&lt;br /&gt;- Susan Leong is my new Maths teacher.&lt;br /&gt;- i'm lost in the canteen, my own school canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting to suck. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-6292686547784337496?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/6292686547784337496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=6292686547784337496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6292686547784337496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6292686547784337496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2009/01/mdm-yong-is-my-mentor.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-1928039639967219880</id><published>2008-12-31T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:19:02.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SVrUnf4K7dI/AAAAAAAAANg/qbpjRuiB_-8/s1600-h/kak+mirah"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285770887709781458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SVrUnf4K7dI/AAAAAAAAANg/qbpjRuiB_-8/s400/kak+mirah" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAPPY TURNING 17 NURUL AMIRAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh heh. God bless you !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow's new year, and i'm still stuck with New year resolutions. do i really need it? i think i do. but i have no iea what are the hings i have to change for next year. my eating habits? i'll just give myself more time to think about that later. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be having lunch with the oldest man in this house &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in case he reads this.)&lt;/span&gt; at jurong point today. yay! that means i can still go around to shop for my last minute school necessities. and other small little things like, hairband or what what. and a present for Dhea and Deeyana. i'm still thinking babes. sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, for the record, i'm still mourning over the fact that Thailand lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still crushing on Nataporn :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-1928039639967219880?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/1928039639967219880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=1928039639967219880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1928039639967219880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1928039639967219880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-turning-17-nurul-amirah-heh-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SVrUnf4K7dI/AAAAAAAAANg/qbpjRuiB_-8/s72-c/kak+mirah' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-1490828312292612015</id><published>2008-12-27T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:29:11.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;woke up at 11.45. can you believe it? i've never woken up that late before. God. i suppose i deserve a smack at the back of my head. anybody wishes to do that? hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so, currently stuck at home with Aryn. my choice. didn't want to follow mom, dad and Ann to Expo. surely it's crowded and trust me, there'll be million and one smells all mixed up. and i dont very much like that. (tell me who does?) but i dont like staying at home with Aryn too. as in, just the two of us, no no. because chances are that we'll argue about the littlest stuffs even though i tried to avoid.but till now, we're not arguing about anything yet so i hope this will stay till she gets out of the house to get something done with her ezlink card or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;had chicken porridge for breakfast. munching on Dove chocolate now. thanks to, well, Aryn for begging mom to open the box of Dove Amicellis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday's moie with Eiqa was FUNNNNNNNN!!! honest. Bedtime Stories is a MUST WATCH! 1) its hilarious. 2) its funny. 3) you wont really stop laughing once you start laughing because its so funny that the fun never ends. haha. must watch must watch! kim help me download can? :D told ya laughing is guaranteed. IT'S ADAM SANDLER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went to Mak Uda's blog and saw that she made cupcakes so me and Kakak joined forces and decided that WE will make cupcakes soon. real soon. get your gears ready, sis! i've got the oven heated and the mixer moving! heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;missed watching you just now. :( will make up for it tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;GO THAILAND!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;go nataporn. :D&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/3376884796416781346-1490828312292612015?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/1490828312292612015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=1490828312292612015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1490828312292612015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1490828312292612015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/12/woke-up-at-11.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-1259228710063405146</id><published>2008-12-25T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:55:49.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow, i'll be off to Suntec City for a movie date with dearest Eiqa. we will be watching BEDTIME STORIES!!! argh. damn it. its Adam Sandler. laughing out loud in the cinema hall is guaranteed. heh heh. sadly, Shaq. Shark and Yana can't come with us because they're working. boohoo. can you guys imagine how much i miss you guys? pfft. its okay. some other time babes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, Thailand lost 1-2. how can this happen? they'd better work hard or history will be made. go Datsakorn! go Teerathep! go Teerasil! you guys can definitely do it! &lt;em&gt;and, of course, go Nataporn! :)&lt;/em&gt; not a fan of s'pore. sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school's starting next friday and somehow i can't wait. i really want my Os to be done. and as much as i want it done, i do want it to end up good. excellent. superb. i want to go jc. and head to college. huge dream. big dream eh? but yeah. it's going to happen. hopefully. oh well. two words, study study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tired. cant wait tomorrow. DATE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because each time you leap, my heart does the same thing too. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-1259228710063405146?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/1259228710063405146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=1259228710063405146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1259228710063405146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1259228710063405146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/12/tomorrow-ill-be-off-to-suntec-city-for.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-819894072233994943</id><published>2008-12-20T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:55:56.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WTF?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant upload the pictures. damn it. i'm like, super eager to upload and show off the pictures i took (mostly with my prtty pretty face inside) then now cannot. what is this? i think the internet is jealus of my looks. okay, good time to puke whatever you got in your tummy. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm back from kelantan everyone. so, i guess, if you guys wanna bring me out can lah. heh. Eiqa, i'm free and easy and i'm not broke. lets go watch movie okay? please thank you! so, uh, i dont know what to say actually. i mean, there's so many things to say but there's no pictures so i dont know what to say. get it? i know, wtf but yeah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody watched the AFF Suzuki Cup match between Thailand and Malaysia? yes, the one Tahi won 3-0. honestly, i think the goals Thailand scored was EASY. and somehow, i think that some of the malaysian players are stupid? no i dont have a right to say this because i'm not a soccer player myself but, its freaking obvious that they (the malaysian players) either dont know how to play or just dont know how to play. damn, they were practically giving the Thais chances to score. lol. especially the second goal. haha. funny shit laah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, i had fun watching the game. i like it most when the players are cute. speaking of that, Thailand's defender NATAPORN PHANRIT is super duper extremely cute . honest. no jokes. he didn't really look like the typical Thais. nope, not at all. :) oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i want to end my post. because i dont wish to bore all you people with my nonsense crap. btw, somebody just told me that he is not wearing underwear and its sexy HAHAHAH. busted! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If a woman doubts as to whether she should accept the man or not, she certainly ought to refuse him. If she can hesitate as to yes, she ought to say No, directly."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think it means alot, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-819894072233994943?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/819894072233994943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=819894072233994943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/819894072233994943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/819894072233994943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/12/wtf-i-cant-upload-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-8750092274945400364</id><published>2008-12-16T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:39:20.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME yesterday!&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;well, it was awesome + fabulous even though it rained the whole day here. :( but nevermind the rain. my very first birthday wish was from Mak Uda at 0006 hrs last night. lol. so, i kinda ended up ate alot today. first, had 3 pulut bakar, my all time favorite dessert here whenever i come to Kelantan. and then ate potato chips. later i had some noodles at Noodle station with Caramel Coffee. okay. maybe not alot. but still alot. to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh. thank you DHEA &amp;amp; ASYIKIN &amp;amp; AIN ZAIN &amp;amp; KIM for the text. i'm sorry i couldn't reply. but i did smile ever so widely reading your text. eh nenek, kau message sampai 2 kali eh? HAHA. and thank you KAK YAN &amp;amp; NUNU and the rest for tagging my tagboard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's super duper alot of pictures that i want to post but i'll do it when i come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOOR IZZAH ISHAK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you deary princess. God bless you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss home. i miss Shaq. i miss Yana. i miss Eiqa. i miss my bed where i'd curl up on it and cry because i just hurt someone i love or not or just simply cry because i'm angry or sad or extremely happy but whatever. i miss everyone back there. i miss the good times i had there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss eveyone here. i'll miss Syakir the 17 year old uncle who claims he's young like WTH but hahah call me pretty again will you? (: i'll miss the arguments more. i'll miss my kampong house. i'll miss granny's soup. i'll miss grandad's jokes. i'll miss the kampong life and the kampong people and cousins and aunts and the never ending relatives. i'll miss eveything and anything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;psst; send me texts again like we used to. because i'll miss you like a million times more. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-8750092274945400364?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/8750092274945400364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=8750092274945400364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/8750092274945400364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/8750092274945400364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-to-me-yesterday-well-it.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-2217733877883437823</id><published>2008-12-10T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:04:14.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUHAMMAD IZZAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you're reading this, can you help me tell Mama that i'm in Kelantan and i couldn't reply her message? and also, tell her that i'm not sure about the books but i'll tell her when i come back. (she'll know what books i'm alking about.) thank you very much twin. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; tell my little princess that i wish her Happy Birthday in advance. heh. and that i love her alot. and you too and mama and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;psst, will update the million and one pictures when i com back or when i can find the time ;D&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/3376884796416781346-2217733877883437823?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/2217733877883437823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=2217733877883437823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2217733877883437823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2217733877883437823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/12/muhammad-izzat-if-youre-reading-this.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-3752405890253869511</id><published>2008-12-09T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:50:21.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! finally i can update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelantan is fun fun fun. even though i'm feeling a little giddy. :( not feeling at all well. boohoo. oh well. anyway, yesterday's celebration for Hari Raya Haji was awesome. it's like, the second time i witnessed a cow being korban (sacrificed). quite gore because blood as oozing out ALOT but i managed to go thru the whole thing without wanting to barf or anything as such. :D bravo! oh oh, syakir calls me pretty. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK AND STARR WON THE AMAZING RACE!!! i'm so glad the jews didn't win! :P not a fan of the frat boys. definitely not. btw Asyraf, did you forget to watch it? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss everyone back in S'pore. i missed 2C'06 outing. :( will be back on the 17th. which means i'll celebrate my birthday here in Kelantan. with my grandma and uncle. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta run. i am sitting beside my uncle and he says that i'm wasting my time reading other people's blog. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not missing you. bet you don't too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-3752405890253869511?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/3752405890253869511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=3752405890253869511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/3752405890253869511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/3752405890253869511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay-finally-i-can-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-4855639585848694290</id><published>2008-12-03T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:51:07.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just as i was about to properly love my life, my sisters are now cat fighting in the living room. more like wrestling the hell out of each other. and i am here not because i don't want to break them up, but because i don't want to be part of it. heh. i wont be surprise if one or both of them walked out with tears in their eyes or bruises here and there. i will be damn surprise if that doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to go Aryn and Ann! that's it. punch kick. show off what we learn from the WWE dvds we had. and some classic moves Dad showed us. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-4855639585848694290?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/4855639585848694290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=4855639585848694290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/4855639585848694290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/4855639585848694290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-as-i-was-about-to-properly-love-my.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-6052441348703115009</id><published>2008-12-03T14:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:44:24.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/STYiai8k0bI/AAAAAAAAANY/oGMvdhvxIjw/s1600-h/P1180889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/STYiai8k0bI/AAAAAAAAANY/oGMvdhvxIjw/s400/P1180889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275441852963934642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/STYiPXLmXeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2vZVeSySLiQ/s1600-h/P1180890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/STYiPXLmXeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2vZVeSySLiQ/s400/P1180890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275441660827164130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/STYhtss6R2I/AAAAAAAAANI/M4Yzi1nkzSA/s1600-h/f0d04803f1ba6cc35ba1b317329b4a4e6g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/STYhtss6R2I/AAAAAAAAANI/M4Yzi1nkzSA/s400/f0d04803f1ba6cc35ba1b317329b4a4e6g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275441082488473442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/STYhTvhkZlI/AAAAAAAAANA/h8PHVMuZMw0/s1600-h/P1180902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/STYhTvhkZlI/AAAAAAAAANA/h8PHVMuZMw0/s400/P1180902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275440636569609810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/STYhLy7HVDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cmMDi8pUx2Y/s1600-h/SHARK071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/STYhLy7HVDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cmMDi8pUx2Y/s400/SHARK071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275440500043109426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that’s the photos from Benny’s wedding. I was practically forced by Nurul to go there. Actually, I’d go there willingly but I’ll just use the word so Nurul will feel bad for forcing. Heh. Met Alyssa and Shark there at the church. The whole thing was half boring because I’ve been to one before this. But this time round, the pastor was funny. So I guess I didn’t sleep.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The four of us then headed to Causeway to have our late lunches. Nurul and Alyssa had Chicken Rice, Shark had her favorite Fried kuay teow, and I had fishball noodles. :D after that we went home. Yes the ending is pretty much boring. :P ooh ALYSSA YOU POKED MY FOREHEAD WITH YOUR FINGERNAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Anyway, today would be the last day i'll be in Singapore. heh. will be swimming to kelantan to visit grandma and grandpa and the whole bunch of Monsters and Blossoms (my maternal cousins) and the other never ending family members of my mom. but but but i'll be back for Christmas. will reach here on probably december 18. i can't wait to leave and have a breather as much as i hate to pack my clothes into the suitcase. bummer. I'll miss my house/home whatever you wish to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to miss the last episode of the Amazing Race. :( i super duper cannot believe my ears and eyes when the frat boys Andrew and Dan made it to the final 3 and not Toni and Dallas. stupid shit. well i guess thats because Dallas felt disheartened after losing his passport in the cab. Lets just hope Nick and Starr will win. :D i have a feeling if Dallas won that million, he'd use the money to marry me. Oops. I was going to say Starr's name really. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fret not. i had Asyraf to help me watch that final episode. :) thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad turns &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45&lt;/span&gt; on last Monday. i can't believe he's getting all old and wrinkly already. damn it. 5 more years and he'll be 50. OMG! time flies doesn't it? 4 more years and i'll be 20. and soon i'll be working and then getting married and having kids and then I'LL BE THE ONE TURNING 50 WITH PROBABLY A THOUSAND AND ONE WRINKLES! ooh. i don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been pretty much a bliss with some sad moments. well. thats normal i suppose. it's like, one particular day i witnessed someone tying a knot and later that day, i'm on the verge of breaking up with the someone. and then the next day things got normal back and we forgive and forget and we love again. it's funny how life can really be a roller coaster ride that goes on and on and on with probably no ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm loving my life now, then again, i always do love it. i've got awesome people around me who loves to love and be loved and i love everyone of them very, very much. till here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-6052441348703115009?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/6052441348703115009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=6052441348703115009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6052441348703115009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6052441348703115009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-thats-photos-from-bennys-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/STYiai8k0bI/AAAAAAAAANY/oGMvdhvxIjw/s72-c/P1180889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-5340925601340872941</id><published>2008-11-28T15:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:11:40.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SS-lEvELreI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bG9YqBKKlgM/s1600-h/Moments780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273615189446208994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SS-lEvELreI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bG9YqBKKlgM/s400/Moments780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is for nurul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOES MY SISTER LOOK LIKE NURUL ?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should see Nurul's expression when she saw this picture HAHAHAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SS-kEBcUqPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/g46Foe0EFsk/s1600-h/Moments1207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273614077687802098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SS-kEBcUqPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/g46Foe0EFsk/s400/Moments1207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my big eyed niece. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodness, she's practically the cutest thing i have ever seen on Earth, second to David Archuleta. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Eiqa :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules &amp;amp; Regulations!&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have a Chinese father and a Malay mom.&lt;br /&gt;2) I’m lactose intolerant; I don’t consume anything with milk.&lt;br /&gt;3) I hate mats. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;4) I hate pills unlike Eiqa. Preferred syrups.&lt;br /&gt;5) I have flat feet.&lt;br /&gt;6) I can write with both left and right hands.&lt;br /&gt;7) my upper torso is longer than the lower ones.&lt;br /&gt;8) I have high metabolism, therefore I will hardly get fat no matter how much I eat. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;9) I love watching wrestling. :D Fan of Jeff Hardy!!&lt;br /&gt;10) I am forced to write that hot guys = Kim because he disagrees with Eiqa. Alahai..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SS-itb7WhfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0Bp6GEKpXRU/s1600-h/Moments1248.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;currently at MacDonalds hearing Kim blabbering about a million and one things which i don't really get but me being nice, i nod my head to show that i'm actually paying attention. and he threatens to drink my Milo. YOU TRY!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Maybe i wanna join this group in school that's going Nepal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"EVEREST?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"nooo, beside it. heh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WTF? i was already hoping that he would actually go Everest. it'll be Cool with a capital C. heh. but no. according to him, Everest is for old retired men who are going to die soon. lol. so mean. he's still muttering. i'm so bored..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;still muttering nonsense. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;been messeging him for quite sometime now. :D&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/3376884796416781346-5340925601340872941?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/5340925601340872941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=5340925601340872941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/5340925601340872941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/5340925601340872941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/11/rules-regulations-1.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SS-lEvELreI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bG9YqBKKlgM/s72-c/Moments780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-7277068409245578652</id><published>2008-11-20T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:12:32.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH OH LAST POST FOR THE DAY I SWEAR I SWEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANN IS COMING HOME FROM BRUNEI AND I MISS HER LIKE ALOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAN'T WAIT TO SLEEP WITH HER AGAIN AT NIGHT BECAUSE ARYN IS TAKING UP TOO MUCH SPACE AND SHE SLEEPS LIKE A KUNG FU MASTER AND I HATE FALLING OFF THE BED LIKE NANGKA BUSUK AND THERE'S NO ONE FOR ME TO SCARE AT NIGHT THEREFORE I MISS ANNISA' NASUHA WHO ALREADY TURNED 11 NOVEMBER 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going crazy because i miss my dear baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-7277068409245578652?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/7277068409245578652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=7277068409245578652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/7277068409245578652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/7277068409245578652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-oh-last-post-for-day-i-swear-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-8795159968198638209</id><published>2008-11-20T20:07:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:03:06.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;here's the photos for Camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVZgLrPJCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-wzdPMsaIr4/s1600-h/Moments1209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270717348331856930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVZgLrPJCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-wzdPMsaIr4/s400/Moments1209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVZTYA_1zI/AAAAAAAAALw/675rfnzAyXI/s1600-h/Moments1211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270717128306054962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVZTYA_1zI/AAAAAAAAALw/675rfnzAyXI/s400/Moments1211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while the Part B girls were doing their bunk cleaning, me and the female specialists were taking pictures. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVZDMwb37I/AAAAAAAAALo/ko18zI5_ccw/s1600-h/Moments1213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270716850405892018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVZDMwb37I/AAAAAAAAALo/ko18zI5_ccw/s400/Moments1213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVXFNmLGnI/AAAAAAAAALg/Be0ws-irETY/s1600-h/Moments1221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270714685967768178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVXFNmLGnI/AAAAAAAAALg/Be0ws-irETY/s400/Moments1221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my girls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVWsU5CruI/AAAAAAAAALY/d7VnKih8Yyc/s1600-h/Moments1222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270714258429226722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVWsU5CruI/AAAAAAAAALY/d7VnKih8Yyc/s400/Moments1222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVWhP-ar2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/o-NQ3HjX1ss/s1600-h/Moments1224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270714068131032930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVWhP-ar2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/o-NQ3HjX1ss/s400/Moments1224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the current Specialists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVWSM2VEjI/AAAAAAAAALI/LAz0nZauKLI/s1600-h/Moments1226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270713809593766450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVWSM2VEjI/AAAAAAAAALI/LAz0nZauKLI/s400/Moments1226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Geng Lin insisted that he should be inside every picture. well, he is inside this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVV96zKjCI/AAAAAAAAALA/7UxElLCbgQg/s1600-h/Moments1235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270713461151271970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVV96zKjCI/AAAAAAAAALA/7UxElLCbgQg/s400/Moments1235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVVDaIQZnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qMsYUq6bwaE/s1600-h/Moments1236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270712455948953202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVVDaIQZnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qMsYUq6bwaE/s400/Moments1236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;overall, camp was a-okay, even though some parts were a lttle bit haywired. i never heard of a two days one night camp. this is my first. and this is the specialists' first camp that they organized too! they did a pretty much a good job, but there's always a room for improvements. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Part As are now Part Bs, and the Part Bs are now Part Cs. i'm still hoping that they'll try their best to live up to the minimum standards, because the specialists are really trying their very best to make sure they are all up to standard. oh well. as for the specialists, please don't hurt other specialists' feelings deliberately. control your temper. and don't pinpoint each others mistakes. just say it in general. i don't like you guys to fight, because later you guys won't cooperate and thats not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know what else to say now because my brain is dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i do know that i love field cooking very much even though i had to cook for Izzat because he wanted to eat something and he was hungry. i brought only one Myojo bowl, so i went to find if there's any extra instant noodles that are EDIBLE inside the log storeroom. there's 3 koka noodles, expiring on Nov 30. and Izzat being himself, decided not to care and agreed to eat them. and so he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home with hakim yesterday. thank you so much for everything, including carrying my bag HAHAHAH you bag carrier!! love you plenty plenty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats it for now. xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;psst, to you whom it may concern, thank you for making me feel alive when i was almost dead. :D appreciate it alot. love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3376884796416781346-8795159968198638209?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/8795159968198638209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=8795159968198638209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/8795159968198638209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/8795159968198638209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/11/heres-photos-for-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SSVZgLrPJCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-wzdPMsaIr4/s72-c/Moments1209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-4630995121371773656</id><published>2008-11-20T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:01:05.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you be polite? didnt your parents teach you how to answer the phone, call people, or even ask for help? didn't they? damn. that should be the reason why she broke up with you. she told me herself btw. you deserved it. you were rude. be it girls or guys. so much for crying when you first broke up with her. i pitied you at first, but soon i decided that she did the right thing. (can you believe it, even she was sick and tired of you being rude and rude. both ex-girlfriends in fact.) i can't believe i have to put up with you. thought you were nice and very gentleman. taking back whatever i said then was a must. you're rude, egoistic and arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go and fix the way you talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-4630995121371773656?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/4630995121371773656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=4630995121371773656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/4630995121371773656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/4630995121371773656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/11/wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-6533075182876915136</id><published>2008-11-17T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:03:27.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starting time:&lt;/strong&gt; 01.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt; ‘Izzah Amalina Ibrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sisters:&lt;/strong&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brothers :&lt;/strong&gt; 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoe size :&lt;/strong&gt; 6 or 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height :&lt;/strong&gt; 158cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you live :&lt;/strong&gt; Choa Chu Kang, Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever been on a plane :&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, for a trip to somewhere I can’t really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swam in the ocean :&lt;/strong&gt; in my dreams? If beach, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fallen asleep at school :&lt;/strong&gt; YES! Mostly in physics class. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken someone's heart :&lt;/strong&gt; yes. Should ask Kim though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fell off your chair :&lt;/strong&gt; yes, of course! And bed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call :&lt;/strong&gt; definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saved e-mails :&lt;/strong&gt; yup, especially if it’s the loving ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your room like :&lt;/strong&gt; it’s rectangular with things that makes a bedroom a sleeping room. Cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's right beside you :&lt;/strong&gt; my dad’s a million and one model war aircraft. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the last thing you ate :&lt;/strong&gt; mom’s fried rice and a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever had,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken pox :&lt;/strong&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sore throat :&lt;/strong&gt; obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken nose :&lt;/strong&gt; almost broken, yes. Totally broken, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe in love at first sight :&lt;/strong&gt; yes. Which explains David Archuleta and Jeff Hardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like picnics :&lt;/strong&gt; YEAH I DO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was/were,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last person you danced with :&lt;/strong&gt; Ann before she left for Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last made you smile :&lt;/strong&gt; my mom. Lame joke !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You last yelled at :&lt;/strong&gt; my mom too. Because she yelled at me since she’s in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today Did You,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk to someone you like :&lt;/strong&gt; yes. I texted him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissed anyone :&lt;/strong&gt; my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get sick :&lt;/strong&gt; normal morning sinus. But I’m perfectly fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk to an ex :&lt;/strong&gt; big no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss someone :&lt;/strong&gt; yes. My sister. Kak Eja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do you really hate :&lt;/strong&gt; erm, I don’t really hate people. I mean, I’d be angry but it’ll last for a couple of hours. I’d probably hate Trish Stratus for kissing Jeff Hardy! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like your hand-writing :&lt;/strong&gt; not really. it’s small and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are your toe nails painted :&lt;/strong&gt; was painted. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in :&lt;/strong&gt; mom’s and dad’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now :&lt;/strong&gt; red with little white hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a friendly person :&lt;/strong&gt; I guess. I kinda smile to everyone. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any pets :&lt;/strong&gt; yes. Hamsters and fishes. I want a cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on :&lt;/strong&gt; no. I save electricity. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you doing right now :&lt;/strong&gt; munching on fried long beans that my mom made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you handle the truth :&lt;/strong&gt; yes. Even though it hurts, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father :&lt;/strong&gt; mother if it’s about food and school. Father if its wrestling or buying junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you eat healthy :&lt;/strong&gt; I do. (okay. Yeah whatever.) mom makes sure everyone in the family eats healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex :&lt;/strong&gt; no. only idiots keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to :&lt;/strong&gt; depends on what problem. But I usually get problems with solving maths equations so I’d go to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time :&lt;/strong&gt; I realize I’m quieter now. For some strange reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you confident :&lt;/strong&gt; yes. No. I don’t know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ask first if I can be a trillionaire.&lt;br /&gt;-buy myself food. Pamper myself with chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;-hire someone to clean the house so I won’t have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;-bribe my mom to stop nagging. Buy my dad more model war aircrafts.&lt;br /&gt;-save it. Donate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was 6&lt;br /&gt;-cycling along the corridor&lt;br /&gt;-watching wrestling&lt;br /&gt;-eating cookies&lt;br /&gt;-wrestling&lt;br /&gt;-singing HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;-saying sorry repeatedly. (Kim thinks it rather annoying.)&lt;br /&gt;-doodling.&lt;br /&gt;-not hanging clothes, leaving them lying on the floor mostly&lt;br /&gt;-finishing chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 places i've lived/am living&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bukit panjang&lt;br /&gt;-bukit batok&lt;br /&gt;-choa chu kang&lt;br /&gt;-kota bharu&lt;br /&gt;-nowhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 persons to be tagged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aryn (for pushing me out of bed last night)&lt;br /&gt;-Eja (for leaving me in Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;-Shaq&lt;br /&gt;-Eiqa&lt;br /&gt;-Yana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met kak Eja yesterday at airport. she's going to brunei too, staying at the same hotel, taking the same plane as Ann. had a hug, did some catching up. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, i made a fool of myself for screaming in the middle of the departure hall (is it?) bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an entirely different note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FAIZ HAZIQ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy being 10. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-6533075182876915136?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/6533075182876915136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=6533075182876915136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6533075182876915136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6533075182876915136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/11/rules-1.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-5452615205131529842</id><published>2008-11-15T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:27:13.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my ever so beautiful sister is leaving for brunei tomorrow. damn. for an immersion trip. and she's only 11 for goodness sake! tell me its not fair. heh. anyway, yes i'm sure i'll miss her for 6 days. ): nobody to sleep with me in bed. and i hate to share my bed with Aryn because she sleeps like a kung fu master. HAHAHA. seriously! she could sleep like a kung fu master (as mantioned before), like a shrimp, like a rock, like a pig, and lastly, like a hippopotamus. WTF right? i know. sorry sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went swimming with my sisters yesterday. Kim could not come along because he was sick. poor baby. but but but, he's all alive and kicking today. great isn't it? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replies to taggers;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nurul: i was wondering where the link to your posts were, only until i was just a scroll down away. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; haha. sleng what. as usual. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahlami-wm.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;mak ude&lt;/a&gt;: WHAT???u just straighten ur hair? huwaa...i love ur curly hair..well..at least i used to..haha&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; i know. everyone loves my curly wurly hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YANA: Ey, sorry about tt time. Btw, not bad ah u straighten ur hair. Heh. Eh, jgn kembang eh. Stop it. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;it's okay. forgive and forget already. thanks!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatin: I LOVE YOU TOOOOOOOOOOO~~~! here comes the sun!! hahaha. oi i love eur song. x))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;yeah yeah. all songs also you like what sepet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHEA: Pretty bangs yo! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;thank you. when shall we jog?!?! your prom is on Monday yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whiteboard-marker.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;josie&lt;/a&gt;: bleah!!! why is my link not there... RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;sorry dude. link you up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for today. loves to everyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-5452615205131529842?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/5452615205131529842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=5452615205131529842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/5452615205131529842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/5452615205131529842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-ever-so-beautiful-sister-is-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-6578921793565672019</id><published>2008-11-13T16:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:14:59.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRvqLzBb4UI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7GZB8NXg3Do/s1600-h/yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRvqLzBb4UI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7GZB8NXg3Do/s400/yo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268061677535617346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRvp-3iSEPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/dOaVpfhGg6U/s1600-h/yoyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRvp-3iSEPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/dOaVpfhGg6U/s400/yoyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268061455408828658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRvpAwBuTtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nr5vnweXRi4/s1600-h/yoyoyoyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRvpAwBuTtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nr5vnweXRi4/s400/yoyoyoyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268060388241329874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRvo7LNgkrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aedHUvBnRzI/s1600-h/yoyoyoyoyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRvo7LNgkrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aedHUvBnRzI/s400/yoyoyoyoyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268060292459303602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRvniZPxclI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wXC9zH89xW4/s1600-h/yoyoyoyoyoyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRvniZPxclI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wXC9zH89xW4/s400/yoyoyoyoyoyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268058767218537042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, went night walking with my fellow cousins and uncles and aunts. damn tiring, i swear. but it was fun because firstl, i'm aware that while walking, i'm burning calories. secondly, its not boring because my cousins were yeah, making jokes talking all that. yay! i completed the 12km walk within 4 hours, while they took 3 weeks to complete the walk. imagine walking from dover there to vivo/henderson waves and back again !! oh, plus it's at night nd its dark and we used neon sticks and 2 torchlights. heh. FUN FUN FUN! going again tomorrow. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to Raffles City Shoping centre yesterday for a job interview. and hell i was scared. met new friends. heh. Joan Clara and Melissa! they were nervous wreck too. but hey, its our first times so we can't be blamed, can we? :P anyway, Eiqa and kim was nice to accompany me. everything went smoothly. the person who interviewed me was a damn nice lady. she smiled the whole time and explained things in full detailed. and she's pretty. not the typical chinese with colored, fake curly hair. lol. i'll get the results tomorrow. still praying hard that i might get this job. hang on. you must be wondering what job i'm sitting for. don't laugh. Sales Associate. in other words, sales girl at _______. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad was nice enought to say that i'd probably get the job because that lady was in love with my smile. yayayayaya. nonsense only. (then again, i hope whatever he says will come true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met kak mirah(: in the morning. she was 45 mins late. heh. she passed me the clothes. later, she texted me saying that she's selling her never worn dorothy perkins jeans for $40!! damn. it's a must buy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going jogging later at 6. need to continue burning calories and lose weight. currently weighing 45kgs. aim to get 40. HAHAHA. yeah i know. retarded right? but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mamma mia&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again&lt;br /&gt;My my, how can I resist you?&lt;br /&gt;Mamma mia&lt;br /&gt;Does it show again?&lt;br /&gt;My my, just how much I've missed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I've been broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue since the day we parted&lt;br /&gt;Why why, did I ever let you go?&lt;br /&gt;Mamma mia&lt;br /&gt;Now I really know&lt;br /&gt;My my, I could never let you go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so long!&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/3376884796416781346-6578921793565672019?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/6578921793565672019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=6578921793565672019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6578921793565672019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6578921793565672019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-went-night-walking-with-my-fellow.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRvqLzBb4UI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7GZB8NXg3Do/s72-c/yo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-2637987726766382103</id><published>2008-11-12T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:30:45.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, so i changed the blogskin. don't please ask why. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been updating much because the computer has been a problem to everyone in this house, including dad. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i put the song cos i don't know. dad sang that song one time too often when i was young. i like it. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update as soon as i can, no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-2637987726766382103?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/2637987726766382103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=2637987726766382103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2637987726766382103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2637987726766382103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-so-i-changed-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-3595181525769018525</id><published>2008-11-12T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:34:50.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRqwRUtq3RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/quvYDNOWD5A/s1600-h/Moments1156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRqwRUtq3RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/quvYDNOWD5A/s400/Moments1156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267716525827742994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOOK!! NEW HAIRDO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. yeah. new one. straighter bangs, pimples covered. i like it!! :D thank you so much mommy for allowing me to get my hair straighter. even though i paid for it myself. so i guess what's left in the list is just another pierced hole on the left ear eh? yeah yeah. over your's and dad's dead body. thank you thank you so much! love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRqvmmwgwhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Hz3K40wIrZg/s1600-h/yoyoyoyoyoyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRqvmmwgwhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Hz3K40wIrZg/s400/yoyoyoyoyoyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267715791937126930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love them all.&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/3376884796416781346-3595181525769018525?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/3595181525769018525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=3595181525769018525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/3595181525769018525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/3595181525769018525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-new-hairdo-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SRqwRUtq3RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/quvYDNOWD5A/s72-c/Moments1156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-2772019067711872408</id><published>2008-11-02T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:01:40.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm being mean now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think you should keep on posting stupid emo posts about your life and let everyone reads it. what are you finding/wanting? sympathy? damn. it's okay if you want that but hell, its almost in every post. and almost in every post has something to do with someone we both know. happen to know. you weren't talking about insertname directly but there's always this thing called inference. but whatever. your posts is still emo and everyone's wondering why. like you're telling everyone "hey some guys did some bad things that hurt my feelings and it seemed just like some guys before that guy did." thats stupid and dumb and it hurts my eyes and probably other readers. its almost everyday that an emo post comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate emos, and i might probably hate you too. sorry, but i do. i don't fucking know what i'm talking about but you do know you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone died again. god please will you bless his life now and here after? because we all love him and we want him safe in your arms. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-2772019067711872408?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/2772019067711872408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=2772019067711872408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2772019067711872408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2772019067711872408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-im-being-mean-now.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-4442350310016174570</id><published>2008-11-02T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:44:14.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SQ0g3Ah349I/AAAAAAAAAJw/lhe15QsXaIc/s1600-h/Moments351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SQ0g3Ah349I/AAAAAAAAAJw/lhe15QsXaIc/s400/Moments351.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263899668872946642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I AM 'IZZAH AMALINA IBRAHIM MUSTAFFA ABDULLAH AND SHE IS NURUL FATIN ROSLAN ABDUL JALIL SIDEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminded me of us dancing together. Oh my, I can’t help but laugh thinking about those times. Let’s start when we’re small shall we? Kakak was Nenek’s first granddaughter with Atuk Mustaffa. I was the second. And we used to live together under our beloved nenek’s eyes. We grew up together, do everything together. Well, we got the same dress, blouse, shirts since it were easy to buy clothes for us then; we’re of the same size. Then after a while, Kakak moved to her own house, I continued living in Nenek’s place. But she came over almost everyday since both her parents worked, and nobody to take care of her. Poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember our cousin, Kak Chik’s wedding? We became flower girls and we were made to wear the same gowns and shoes. Haha. I still have the dress, somewhere inside my closet. You were 4 and I was 3, I think. But yeah, we were cuter than cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, we grew up and do you remember the major row we had Kakak? We didn’t talk at all for 2 days I think. It was when Pak Uda got married. I was 7 and you were 8. I slept beside you at night and when I woke up you weren’t there because you were mad at me or something. I can’t remember exactly what we’re fighting over but it was long. Pretty long. After that we were okay already and we were the best of friends. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh you remember the singlets mama bought for us? It was identical. Mine was red, yours was blue. Remember mama’s reason for buying us that? Because she haven’t any daughters. We’re hers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then PSLE came. You got 209. I was shocked I didn’t really thought I could do any better. Aha! I did, I got 228. but it’s not much use now. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Along got married. I was 13, you 14. he bought us the same baju kurung. We wore them, we even got the same tudung for ourselves. Remember how many people thought that I was you and you were me? Even our parents! And, remember I fall and landed on my butt on the red carpet in front of everyone. I suppose you had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing much happen in between. Movies, shows, more wedding. The usual mundane things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing both me and Kakak love is dancing and singing and laughing.. Alaah. We can dance and dance and dance sexy moves day in day out. We used to karaoke at mama’s house. Macam penyanyi handalan gitu.. :P And we can laugh like morons and just be ourselves and love each other HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last time we had same blouse, shirts, dress. Now, it’s even better I suppose! We got the same bras! 3 pairs  and still counting! Haha. We’ll be like, “eh you wearing what bra eh?” it’s either the blue, the long winded or the cute flower prints! Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak is belo and I love her! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: KAKAK IS STILL THE MOST SELENGER HUMAN ON EARTH BECAUSE SHE KOREK PANTAT LIKE AN EXPERT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-4442350310016174570?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/4442350310016174570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=4442350310016174570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/4442350310016174570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/4442350310016174570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SQ0g3Ah349I/AAAAAAAAAJw/lhe15QsXaIc/s72-c/Moments351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-2402789393714318528</id><published>2008-10-30T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:43:44.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to marry david.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAKAK FATIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you so slenger you don't anyhow say me arr. you neneh pork! oh oh next time kiss my cheek some more, because that only shows that i'm cute. and i will kiss you back, because i'm a good girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to watch high school musical today with Little Ann, and Kim is coming along too! yay! He'll be carrying our bags and popcorns and drinks and probably follow us everywhere we go. it's so fun to have a butler. agree? :P thank you so much Kim. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat at Pizza Hut later. i want baked rice what what.. Ann will have her Hawaiian pizza, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim's been complaining that i don't reply his tags, and Josie's. therefore they reply each other. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-2402789393714318528?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/2402789393714318528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=2402789393714318528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2402789393714318528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2402789393714318528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-to-marry-david.html' title='i want to marry david.'/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-4758926666546780098</id><published>2008-10-22T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:45:12.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to get a job for the holidays. Part time will do. I don’t think I can work at the place Kakak used to work because she planned to continue working there too, so I obviously stand no chance. But I got 3 jobs in hand which I planned to reject 2 of it, partly because of the uniform. Other than that, because one of the job, the manager or something didn’t really like knowing that I sat for no major exams this year, and I’ll only be working with her for 2 months. But whatever, I’m not really interested in working in a pharmacy. I’m hinting something here. God knows why I asked for a job there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rejecting the job to be a sales assistant at this shop because they require you to wear skirts. I don’t actually mind that, but dad does. So it’s either I get that job, wear something decent, no skirts that is or forget about the job, stay at home and dad will spoon feed me the money. I’d go with the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m applying for a job at the library because I don’t know what other jobs I could possibly get. Plus, library wouldn’t be too hot since its air conditioned. I also liked the uniform, but not the green. I’ll also stand a chance to probably hide Nora Roberts book that I haven’t read yet from being borrowed from some evil villains. Okay, crap. Kim insisted that I work in the library so he can keep an eye. Yeah, right. You’d be gawking. Haha! But, dad said yes to library, so I guess see me soon in the library people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go and fill my stomach and probably watch more WWE cds. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS COMRADES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, i love you alot. thank you :) you know what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-4758926666546780098?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/4758926666546780098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=4758926666546780098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/4758926666546780098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/4758926666546780098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-to-get-job-for-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-9197384790163734534</id><published>2008-10-21T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:35:36.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Verdana; 	panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I bought WWE No Mercy VCD on Friday impulsively. And I got scolded by mom for doing that. I can’t help it. It was cheap, $11.90 only. Usually it’ll be like a couple of dollars more. I already buy it, watched it. So I don’t suppose she have anymore says now. But I was warned by her to never buy anything as such. Do you think I’ll listen? Odds are I’ll still do it but in another way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday I got the biggest shock ever. Well, literally. I failed Math. Seriously, I did. 21/80, it’s almost a quarter of the total marks. What on earth is wrong with me? God only knows, I suppose. I am forced to admit I didn’t really put in heart and soul while doing that paper but hell, it wasn’t supposed to be that bad. I guess I deserved the only words mom gave me, “I don’t want to see it.” Bull. I shan’t ever let this happen; I can’t afford to do that anymore. My dad calls it bullshit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;On a positive note, since I don’t want to be sad over the whole math thing, school’s ending soon. Hurrah. Tomorrow will be the last day, and I’ll be sure to eat sambal goreng for the last time!! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Verdana; 	panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, for me it's waking up beside you&lt;br /&gt;To watch the sunrise on your face&lt;br /&gt;To know that I can say I love you&lt;br /&gt;In any given time or place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's little things that only I know&lt;br /&gt;Those are the things that make you mine&lt;br /&gt;And it's like flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're my special thing&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're the place my life begins&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be where it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-9197384790163734534?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/9197384790163734534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=9197384790163734534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/9197384790163734534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/9197384790163734534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/10/normal-0-microsoftinternetexplorer4.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-7488980463929624571</id><published>2008-10-16T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:45:44.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no night safari. too expensive. :( oh well. there's always other ways to celebrate halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Ann's birthday is coming up, and i have no idea where to bring her/buy what. damn. i always have this problem actually. i think i'll stick to the clothes since she's already big/old enough to melaram. heheh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so in love with this song! god knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go. can't believe i typed all this in five short minutes. have to run an errand and get my pay. see you all soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE DAVID ARCHULETA ALOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-7488980463929624571?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/7488980463929624571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=7488980463929624571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/7488980463929624571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/7488980463929624571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-night-safari.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-2152446431508956720</id><published>2008-10-13T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:07:04.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh btw, Night Safari, here I come raiding. :D &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-2152446431508956720?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/2152446431508956720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=2152446431508956720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2152446431508956720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2152446431508956720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-btw-night-safari-here-i-come-raiding.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-8239436436924908444</id><published>2008-10-13T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:04:44.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SPMc60VykGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ju4TMe2xCtQ/s1600-h/Moments925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SPMc60VykGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ju4TMe2xCtQ/s400/Moments925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256576986879529058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i changed the blog url. it's just too long. i mean, compare izzahpizza and zizouhardytwits. it's shorter and easier to remember right? oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, raya's been normal, but then again it's pretty boring this year cos no raya with belos, and we always had to go home earlier since Ann have yet to sit for her end of year exams. Aryn and i are relaxing our ass off. :D gee, i think i gained quite alot. the other time i cheked i was 47 kilos and aryn was 50 kilos. OMG we were freaking out. I AM 47?!?! tell me that weighing machine is wrong and i'll give you a kiss at the cheek. damn i need to work out a little bit. i haven't been running much and i know if i were to go running, Ann can beat me. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got fats around my tummy, at my thigh. and thank god not at my arms. sheesh. can someone please drag me off the couch, throw my books away and get me running around the track or neighbourhood? please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go. i got one last copy of Nora Roberts to finish. then i can move on to Sidney Sheldon. see you, my loves. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-8239436436924908444?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/8239436436924908444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=8239436436924908444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/8239436436924908444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/8239436436924908444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-sorry-i-changed-blog-url.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SPMc60VykGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ju4TMe2xCtQ/s72-c/Moments925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-8545134546137673327</id><published>2008-10-02T12:59:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:28:31.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu raya'/><title type='text'>raya 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORZgHeT-8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/W_zXXauhRuM/s1600-h/Moments807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORZgHeT-8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/W_zXXauhRuM/s400/Moments807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252421473717713858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORZPLtPeZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GkmfdEX1ELw/s1600-h/Moments809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORZPLtPeZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GkmfdEX1ELw/s400/Moments809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252421182796298642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORY9Gs9UKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yajtPZ3nryE/s1600-h/Moments810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORY9Gs9UKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yajtPZ3nryE/s400/Moments810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252420872215285922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my dad's pose maintain eh? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORYq9eE2QI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xMiyTPFY2Yo/s1600-h/Moments812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORYq9eE2QI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xMiyTPFY2Yo/s400/Moments812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252420560499300610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the eight months apart cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORYdFSSUVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/d1edlwT5quk/s1600-h/Moments822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORYdFSSUVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/d1edlwT5quk/s400/Moments822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252420322079166802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORYRNlx3sI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bowmdkpx0ZU/s1600-h/Moments823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORYRNlx3sI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bowmdkpx0ZU/s400/Moments823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252420118149979842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;along and abang mamat!&lt;br /&gt;their birthday cake was the hari raya cake. well, we celebrated their birthday yesterday, since their actual birthday fall on 21 sept for along, and 22 sept for abang mamat. happy being 28! bila nak kahwin? :P&lt;br /&gt;(i will post their video clip soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORYE_pS7EI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cb5ySgwK4mI/s1600-h/Moments825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORYE_pS7EI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cb5ySgwK4mI/s400/Moments825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252419908248202306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Azizah &amp;amp; Izzah.&lt;br /&gt;my niece who's of the same age as me, but 11 months older. i suppose i'm named Izzah because she's Azizah. oh well.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORX3sNfA6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/5fpbePpQYDw/s1600-h/Moments826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORX3sNfA6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/5fpbePpQYDw/s400/Moments826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252419679692981154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;abang nuur.&lt;br /&gt;vain shot 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORXs8gjXpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xTlz5LtfkLc/s1600-h/Moments827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORXs8gjXpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xTlz5LtfkLc/s400/Moments827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252419495089364626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vain shot 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORXm-BswZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jemttaTsV2A/s1600-h/Moments829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORXm-BswZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jemttaTsV2A/s400/Moments829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252419392417612178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vain shot 3.&lt;br /&gt;why the face so cramp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORXJ2V7sUI/AAAAAAAAAII/Q1_lf3rO9x0/s1600-h/Moments830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORXJ2V7sUI/AAAAAAAAAII/Q1_lf3rO9x0/s400/Moments830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252418892138787138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i took this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORW9WEnZzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tif2CE9-HNM/s1600-h/Moments831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORW9WEnZzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tif2CE9-HNM/s400/Moments831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252418677317789490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i took this again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORWxfEn4eI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zURjnxaXQrQ/s1600-h/Moments832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORWxfEn4eI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zURjnxaXQrQ/s400/Moments832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252418473575309794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;abang cik and along hailani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORWpqA63fI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ud1hQXXj8bE/s1600-h/Moments833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORWpqA63fI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ud1hQXXj8bE/s400/Moments833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252418339073613298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and along hailani.&lt;br /&gt;he's not looking at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORWhCAXE_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ss-q7LimHj8/s1600-h/Moments834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORWhCAXE_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ss-q7LimHj8/s400/Moments834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252418190894896114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he didn't look at the camera again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORWZcIkdJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/O-JSKVYHH9c/s1600-h/Moments835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORWZcIkdJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/O-JSKVYHH9c/s400/Moments835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252418060469695634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally he did. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORWSWxy-MI/AAAAAAAAAHY/j4uGng3ymZY/s1600-h/Moments836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORWSWxy-MI/AAAAAAAAAHY/j4uGng3ymZY/s400/Moments836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252417938772916418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pak long and pak teh.&lt;br /&gt;dad's eldest half/step brother and dad's eldest full brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORWKamkxTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/P76cDHRcpp4/s1600-h/Moments837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORWKamkxTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/P76cDHRcpp4/s400/Moments837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252417802360636722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pak long and me.&lt;br /&gt;i love his sambal udang! makan sampai meleleh air hingus. sungguh pedas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORWD8RRIZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2AJ-qKyzGXo/s1600-h/Moments838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORWD8RRIZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2AJ-qKyzGXo/s400/Moments838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252417691138990482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;abang afiq and me.&lt;br /&gt;last shot for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA. :)&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/3376884796416781346-8545134546137673327?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/8545134546137673327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=8545134546137673327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/8545134546137673327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/8545134546137673327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/10/raya-08.html' title='raya 08'/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SORZgHeT-8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/W_zXXauhRuM/s72-c/Moments807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-5289882325575459271</id><published>2008-09-30T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:29:30.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SOHi_E7zw-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Lu7noTKFdMY/s1600-h/Moments748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251728213774943202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SOHi_E7zw-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Lu7noTKFdMY/s400/Moments748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; haha funny. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tomorrow is the big day! Am I glad or what? But there’s no Hari Raya spirit. At least not for me. Probably because exams are just around the corner, for my dearest ever friends. Very saddening don’t you think so? But hey people, fret not okay? Hopefully you guys will get to celebrate something even better than Hari Raya, the day you guys got your results and you guys got awesome grades, that is. Boo hoo, this year I don’t suppose I’ll ever go out for jalan-jalan with my friends. ): They are all having exams. No don’t talk to me about the N.A people. You don’t suppose I can go out with the male people right? Oh well. We’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve already cleaned the house. I changed my bed sheets and the sofa cover and the cushion cover and the tissue box cover and basically everything. Haha. I even changed my room color! I painted it like, last month. I haven’t fill up the containers with the kuih-kuih yet, because later some people who are not fasting will slowly open it and pop some into their mouths. Hints. Hints. Haha. I also haven’t iron my clothes yet. Or shine my shoes. Aiyo, so many things to do, but so little time. Oh well. Come on Izzah. A little bit more! Self motivation is the best or so I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh walked home with Arif Hakim Razani today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll end my post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Muslim readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya. Minal Aidil Wal Faizin.&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-5289882325575459271?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/5289882325575459271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=5289882325575459271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/5289882325575459271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/5289882325575459271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/09/haha-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SOHi_E7zw-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Lu7noTKFdMY/s72-c/Moments748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-7571200612820017495</id><published>2008-09-27T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:06:01.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Enya - Only Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who can say where the road goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Where the day flows, only time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And who can say if your love grows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As your heart chose, only time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who can say why your heart sighs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As your love flies, only time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And who can say why your heart cries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when your love lies, only time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who can say when the roads meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That love might be ,in your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and who can say when the day sleeps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If the night keeps all your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Night keeps all your heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who can say if your love grows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As your heart chose, only time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And who can say where the road goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Where the day flows, only time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who knows? Only time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who knows? Only time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(dear ex-unitians, if you realize this is the song for our silent readings every morning assembly during our primary school days :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-7571200612820017495?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/7571200612820017495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=7571200612820017495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/7571200612820017495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/7571200612820017495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/09/enya-only-time-who-can-say-where-road.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-1271624265743421450</id><published>2008-09-27T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:57:06.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SN25mDBnZvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ybiz2m8Z69w/s1600-h/Moments754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SN25mDBnZvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ybiz2m8Z69w/s400/Moments754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250556803882116850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SN24N1g5LnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/q5Pj3h85YVE/s1600-h/Moments755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SN24N1g5LnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/q5Pj3h85YVE/s400/Moments755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250555288426720882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SN239JLnDWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2z8yF1ksXEk/s1600-h/Moments756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SN239JLnDWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2z8yF1ksXEk/s400/Moments756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250555001648385378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;omg. see, how "biased" my mom is? she smiled ever so widely when i snapped a photo of her and  Ann. but it's my turn, she smiled. but not wide!! sheesh. next time i must poke her sides and she'll probably grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday's buka was fun. i had 2 slices of Pizza, 2 scoops of ice cream, and almost 2 cups of drink ( i drank 3 cups to be exact.) thank you kak faiza! your house was cozy, really. kak eja and me and her shared stories and update each other and this and that. hakim just kept quiet. okay, he did say something here and there, but at times kak eja told him to shut up. too bad dear.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired and exhausted after spring cleaning. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maklumlah, raya dah nak dekat..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adakalanya, rasa macam malas jer nak raya? kenapa? oh sebab malas nak mengemas&lt;/span&gt;. :P yes yes, i'm a lazy pig. i admit i escaped the household chores by saying i have to study history/social studies/physics/biology because there's a test. haha but there isn't. and damn, mom knows the trick already. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s; HAHAHA PADAN MUKA DAH RED LIGHT. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-1271624265743421450?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/1271624265743421450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=1271624265743421450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1271624265743421450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1271624265743421450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SN25mDBnZvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ybiz2m8Z69w/s72-c/Moments754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-6234777375493303910</id><published>2008-09-21T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:39:18.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;one step at a time, there's no need to rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;it's like learning to fly or fallng in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;its gonna happen and its supposed to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;that we find the reasons why, one step at a time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;i miss those times we learn to take a step at a time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-6234777375493303910?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/6234777375493303910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=6234777375493303910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6234777375493303910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6234777375493303910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-step-at-time-theres-no-need-to-rush.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-3910681153068199510</id><published>2008-09-21T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:58:30.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday sundaes</title><content type='html'>i watched my husband's official music video for his song Crush and i can't help but to feel a tinge of jealousy inside of me. well, he was there with this beautiful girl. boohoo. but nevermind. he made a promise to be with me forver and a day so i guess things will be alright between us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes i'm crapping here. but please, don't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today is Sunday that means i'm going to break fast at my Mama's house. hurrah hurrah hurrah. i cannot wait. i'm starving right now actually; had 6 small popiah and a bowl of cereal for sahur today. not that there's nothing to eat, but because i'm too lazy to eat and i needed sleep very badly. haven't been sleeping well lately. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh OH!! i received an awesome news yesterday. or was it yesterday yesterday? oh well. my aunt is coming to Singapore!! she's from australia. she's not really coming to S'pore actually, she's just staying at the airport for 15 long hours this tuesday! yay that means i'm going there to meet her. :D :D :D :D :D and and and mom would probably allow me to buy some tidbits at Candy Empire. i want liqourice strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an entirely different note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seburuk-buruk manusia adalah manusia yang mencuri dalam solatnya.&lt;/span&gt; maka Rasulullah saw ditanya manusia bagaimana yang mencuri di dalam solatnya. lalu Rasulullah saw menjawab, mereak yang tidak sujud dan rukuk dengan sempurna."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dear Muslim fellows, have you been rukuk-ing and sujud-ing properly in your prayers? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i got scared eading that, really. i was afraid i didn't.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-3910681153068199510?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/3910681153068199510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=3910681153068199510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/3910681153068199510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/3910681153068199510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-sundaes.html' title='sunday sundaes'/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-1274133766903409424</id><published>2008-09-19T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:04:22.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm looking forward to Sunday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos, cos, cos we're going to break fast at Mama's house and all of my cousins are going to be there and i miss them a whole lot !! really. especially the old aunty, you can see her face if you scroll below. aiyo. i'm going to stuff myself with all the food. in fact i've been stuffing myself all this while, trying to gain the 1 kg i needed. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. Aryn's going Melaka, Ann's going Brunei. wah, wah. me? i'm going north Carolina with my beloved husband David Archuleta to visit my all time favorite wrestler Jeff Hardy. speaking of him, Jeff Hardy failed to win the WWE championship belt in Unforgiven. because the referee was quite biased. also because Jeff made a stupid mistake. :( but but, matt won the ECW belt, so i guess it's all okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i'm going nowhere. staying at home with my WWE dvds. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an immature post. don't waste your time reading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-1274133766903409424?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/1274133766903409424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=1274133766903409424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1274133766903409424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1274133766903409424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-looking-forward-to-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-6013589518062200083</id><published>2008-09-18T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:33:31.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SNItb81-KAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ivdhn1r_Tpc/s1600-h/No+eye+Kakak..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SNItb81-KAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ivdhn1r_Tpc/s400/No+eye+Kakak..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247306474052265986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss this small eyed woman whom i haven't seen for million years. i have no idea where she'd gone to. :( please kakak come meet me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ah, school's been been pretty boring. well, exams were long over and some of us haven't any idea why we're still made to come. Mdm Normala said we're preparing for next year. but at least we did learn something new. like for Bio there's practical on how to make yoghurts (eew!) which was quite okay. i paired up with Fairuz, but up till now i know nuts on what happened to my yoghurt. and then we played softball for P.E and that spells awesome. really. though i never got to do the homerun thingy; the guys throw the ball very quick! :( but it was still fun. we did nothing much for Physics, Mr Malek taught us about total internal reflection. as always, me being me, i refused to listen and rather read a book. i did read, and was caught red handed. sheesh. okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i did nothing much. i sat in the library with the malay guys and the rest of the students not taking N levels during Humanities lesson. i read a book, Imran and Rau'uf played with the PSP they smuggled in their pockets. Asyraf, being the smartest one, played chess with one of the chinese guys. Fairuz played monopoly with the rest of the class. while reading, someone asked me this, "why do girls like to read books?" i was pretty stunned by that. i didn't really answer him though. i guess it's because girls are usually more diligent? :P (hakim will kill me. hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty upset knowing the fact that i got 34/50 for karangan bahasa melayu. i mean, thats not my usual marks. it's pretty good enough for some but still, i know i'm capable of getting even better results. oh well, i guess it's fair that fairuz got 1 mark higher for bahasa. ;) we'll see for maths, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i've written alot. and i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH MAMMA MIA ANYBODY CARE TO SPEND A DAY WITH ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no i wont pay for your tickets HAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT TO GO GEYLANG ALSO ANYBODY CARE TO GO WITH ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for Syairah, anybody please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(i have no idea why the rest of the malay girls did not turn up for school. and this is not the first time though. sometimes i wonder if their parents paid their school fees with the leaves they plucked from their outside window. lol.)&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/3376884796416781346-6013589518062200083?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/6013589518062200083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=6013589518062200083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6013589518062200083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6013589518062200083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-this-small-eyed-woman-whom-i.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SNItb81-KAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ivdhn1r_Tpc/s72-c/No+eye+Kakak..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-3324832670207657750</id><published>2008-09-15T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:49:27.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forget about the entry before this. i was just pissed off by the one who hurt my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear arina,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how you're feeling right now. sad? or angry? has my sister talked/confronted you yet? i bet she does. do you think it's fair? i think it is. i think you deserved it. may you become skinnier one day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"i saw you in school,&lt;br /&gt;my heart skipped a beat.&lt;br /&gt;you walked passed me,&lt;br /&gt;i swear i could melt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why are you doing this to us?&lt;br /&gt;to the both of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me alot,&lt;br /&gt;and i know it does to you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need rest.&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/3376884796416781346-3324832670207657750?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/3324832670207657750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=3324832670207657750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/3324832670207657750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/3324832670207657750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/09/forget-about-entry-before-this.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-2151126728078832768</id><published>2008-09-13T16:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:30:35.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to Arina bloom</title><content type='html'>dear Nurul Arina, a.k.a Arinah Bloom. (bloom Winx club ke pe? grow up laah.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jgn nk mepek uhk...aku rase rambut i_f_h lagy lawa.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you fill in the blanks you'll get iffah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEMUK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. kau fikir adik aku tu bodoh kebabai ke ape? oh please, tolong ya. she did nothing to you and now you're saying all this crapshits. you think what? funny eh? orang tak kutuk dia gemuk ke hodoh ke ape, nak kutuk-kutuk orang pula. dah lah bulan puasa. i tell you, one more time you mess with my sister, you'll get it from me. heck, i don't care if you're saying that i'm interfering with my sister's problems. i'm her elder sister and i have the rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it, you're fat and ugly and a jerk. you're really one. plus you're so immature and callous and anything equivalent to that. see? who's getting it now, idiot? who the fuck cares if my sister got hair or not? at least she's pretty and has a better attitude than you, fat ass. if you got hair then shut up your bloody mouth. fuck you, your parents never teach you or what? or i bet they did teach you, but your ears got too many fats to absorb whatever they said. now, i would like to compare you and my sister. and whatever i have to say now, it's all facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are fat, my sister is skinnier.&lt;br /&gt;you are dark, my sister is whiter.&lt;br /&gt;you are a loser, my sister is a winner.&lt;br /&gt;you are a goddamnmotherfuckingdaughterofabitch, my sister is not.&lt;br /&gt;you are stupid, my sister is smart.&lt;br /&gt;you are immature, my sister is mature for just taking it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just put it this way shall we? i seriously think that you're just jealous because my sister, 'IFFAH ARINAH is so much whiter, skinnier, smarter, and prettier than you, you wench. damn it laah. thank god i'm not fasting today, but that seriously doesn't mean i can go around sprouting vulgars. bitch it's your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh you wench, go and die for all i care. you don't mess with my sister, you fat blob of useless shit, or i'll make sure you either won't see the next sunrise, or you wish you weren't even born to this world. i hate the fact you're sharing the same name as my sister. but why are you like this? sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face it, idiot. you're fat. and ugly. and just disgusting. god knows why you're actually made into a human and not some other things. goodness gracious me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this goes to the rest of the people, you don't try to hurt my sisters, Aryn or Ann. you'll be facing hell in the next life i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with lots and lots and lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;'Izzah Amalina Ibrahim. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-2151126728078832768?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/2151126728078832768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=2151126728078832768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2151126728078832768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2151126728078832768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-arinah-bloom.html' title='to Arina bloom'/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-6512769364147691387</id><published>2008-09-12T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:40:02.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i messed up 57% of my teenage life</title><content type='html'>i got this off my aunt's blog. i read hers and i think it's pretty hilarious. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[x] got sent to the guidance office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;[  ] gotten a phone taken away in class&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;[  ] gotten suspended&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;[ ] gotten caught chewing gum&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;[  ] gotten caught cheating on a test&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln5"&gt;[x] arrived late to class more than 5 times&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln6"&gt;[x] didn't do homework over 5 times&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;[  ]turned at least 3 projects in late&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;[  ] missed school just because you felt like it&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) 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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln16"&gt;[x]took pictures during class hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;[ ]called someone during class hours&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + 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links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln20"&gt;[x]went outside the classroom without permission&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln21"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;[ ]broke the dress code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;[  ]failed a class&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln23"&gt;[x]ate food during class &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(isnt this normal? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;[  ]gotten a call/letter from school&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;[  ]couldn't go on a field trip cause you behaved badly&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln26"&gt;[x] didn't take your stuff to school&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln27"&gt;[x]stuck up finger when the teacher was not looking&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln28"&gt;[x]cursed during class loud enough so the teacher could hear you &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(it was ms zarina's class, so she doesn't really mind.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln29"&gt;[x]faked your parents signature&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln30"&gt;[x]slept in class &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(sometimes when i'm really tired)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln31"&gt;[x]cursed at teachers&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln32"&gt;[x]copied homework&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln33"&gt;[x]got in trouble with the principal &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(does vice principal counts?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;over all total: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;*Multiply by 3 = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay, whatever.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-6512769364147691387?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/6512769364147691387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=6512769364147691387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6512769364147691387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6512769364147691387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-messed-up-57-of-my-teenage-life.html' title='i messed up 57% of my teenage life'/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-2103064936717488034</id><published>2008-09-12T14:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:31:25.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SMoSCPLq0CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/w0moNzB6N2M/s1600-h/Moments566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SMoSCPLq0CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/w0moNzB6N2M/s400/Moments566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245024545670877218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love this picture the most. it's like i'm pointing to you and she's pointing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SMoR7T5d2-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/wAWcSYhwz5o/s1600-h/Moments567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SMoR7T5d2-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/wAWcSYhwz5o/s400/Moments567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245024426677623778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we know we're sweet. haha oh please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SMoQnZGjKhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2ok47SKD--A/s1600-h/Moments568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SMoQnZGjKhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2ok47SKD--A/s400/Moments568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245022984965663250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SMoQSTwK7AI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TL_lAXpLgPE/s1600-h/Moments569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SMoQSTwK7AI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TL_lAXpLgPE/s400/Moments569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245022622752369666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;just some pictures Aryn and me took. she's alim down abit, but still off-my-limit fat. okay not fat, but have extra bits and pieces of flesh/meat at her sides. oh, hell. i envy her. she got creamy, milky white skin tone, while i'm stuck with pinkish tan (whiter.) whatever. i'm still stronger, slimmer and smarter hahah like real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh here's my results for end of year.&lt;br /&gt;Art O levels - D7 ( don't talk to me about it.)&lt;br /&gt;English Language- B4 (hurrah.)&lt;br /&gt;Malay Language - A2 ( WTH?!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;Elementary Mathematics - B4 (can still improve.)&lt;br /&gt;Science (Phy, Bio) - c5 ( hahahah.)&lt;br /&gt;Humanities (SS, Hist) - E8 ( damn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1B2= 9, EMB3= 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still continuing Sec 5, even though i'm not taking N levels. it's a good thing that i got 9 (just nice) for L1B2. if not my chance to get to Sec 5 will be either slim, or not at all. anyway, i did improve! see? i got 9th in calss this time. last semester was 10. yeah, 1 rank higher ony. but who cares? kak eja say next year i must get 5th for Mid year, and 1st for O levels. insyaALLAH i can make it. yes, i know i should be glad i got A2 for malay, but no i'm not happy. it's only an A2 and i must get A1 or my whole world will crash. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryn wants to take chemistry instead of biology so i said okay.and, being the nicest sister ever, i told her to really study hard because i cannot teach her chemistry, since i'm not taking that subject. so she said yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR JOSIE MOSIE POSIE my lad,&lt;br /&gt;i am suppose to be marrying Jeff hardy but my parents don't approve because he is old. he's turning 31 this year. so they gave me David Archuleta who's 18. i accept because i'm a good daughter. i'm in love with him too, anyway. :D &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and forget about Kim. i'm wishing he doesn't exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-2103064936717488034?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hung up the phone tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Something happened for the first time, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It was a rush, what a rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the possibility that you would ever&lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way about me&lt;br /&gt;It’s just too much, just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized, and I just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think, when you’re all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we could be, Where this thing could go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath, when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m trying, trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain’t goin away, goin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind when we were hanging&lt;br /&gt;Spending time girl, are we just friends&lt;br /&gt;Is there more, is there more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it’s a chance we’ve gotta take&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe we can make this into&lt;br /&gt;Something that will last, last forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think, when you’re all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we could be, Where this thing could go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath, when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m trying, trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain’t goin away, goin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I just got to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think, when you’re all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we could be, Where this thing could go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath, when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m trying, trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain’t goin away, goin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i missed those bus rides where we'll stand under the air con and you'd be talking about some stupid facts or probably lame jokes and then we'd drop off at ______ and then walk home. yeah yeah, i'll be skipping. and then we'll cross the road and i'll insist we wait for the green man, or wait for the next green man if the green man is flashing. you'll ask me to cut through the rectangle where old people will sit. and then we'll continue talking. and we'll reach your house first and i beg you to take the lift cos i was scared to walk alone and you'll be like, okay okay don't beg. and then we'll say good night or see you or bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i miss you as a whole, my friend. i wish you'd still smile to me in school. it makes a difference, you know. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-3448030745695750290?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/3448030745695750290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=3448030745695750290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-8009440399669446921</id><published>2008-09-07T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:11:59.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever think, when you’re all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that we could be, where this thing could go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath, when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m trying, trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain’t goin away, goin away&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's for you, if you read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i knew it's a dream, one that'll never come true. i've waited for you. long enough for this love to fade.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/3376884796416781346-8009440399669446921?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/8009440399669446921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=8009440399669446921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/8009440399669446921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/8009440399669446921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-ever-think-when-youre-all-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-8797075565842689933</id><published>2008-09-07T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:04:48.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SMNyeWU_siI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3OVcAet5DoU/s1600-h/Moments468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SMNyeWU_siI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3OVcAet5DoU/s400/Moments468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243160256904671778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SMNyLqKP5NI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oGVfDiAJGGQ/s1600-h/1_847224520l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SMNyLqKP5NI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oGVfDiAJGGQ/s400/1_847224520l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243159935810790610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yana wasn't inside the picture because she was busy entertaining umairah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SMNyBonykGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dTkKzveAb80/s1600-h/1_601006796l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SMNyBonykGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dTkKzveAb80/s400/1_601006796l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243159763599134818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goodness gracious it's been four years we've spent our lives together. i'm not saying it's goodbye now, because that word doesn't exist in my dictionary. no, we'll never say goodbye. we're friends, and we'll stay together as one forever and a day. i'm not all mushy now, i'm just thinking about what my life will be like in the years to come when these girls aren't by my side. okay, maybe not in the years to come. lets just say next year. :P&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yana Banana&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i met you went we're 5. kindergarten. i remembered we celebrated your birthday and then there's this girl who "helped" you blew your birthday candles. i remembered you bullying this guy who pees in his pants almost everyday, telling him bullshits all that. i remembered you were so small, each time there's phototaking, you'll be sitting on the chair HAHAH. even now right? :P and then when i thought i won't meet you again, i found you being in the same class as me at Madrasah. and then here we are in Kranji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eiqa Chika Kaka&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;we met when we're in Sec 1. yeah yeah, all slenger and naive. i don't remember any memories of us when we're in sec 1 &amp;amp; 2, but i remember we got closer after that. yes, Spec course my dear. you and i were the only girls from kranji in Bravo 4. remember that time when that fat sir asked for your number when we came back from the toilet? and when you missed a step on the stairs while looking, or should i say gawking at Adil? and when you almost walked into the wrong bunk because you didn't wear your spectacles? hell, that was funny. oh oh, not forgetting the whole LALAT incident. freaking hilarious, i must say. and we talked about many-many things. your Handsome, my Tea. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaq Stone&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt; i know you when we're in primary 2. same class. but i hardly talk to you cos you're always hanging out with Emily Current and don't know who else. all those Filipinos. i remembered you carrying Cookie Monster ( or was it Elmo?) school bag. and then after that silent. i didn't talk to you until mom put me in the same tuition class as you. shaq, remember that demon thing during one of the lessons? the time when i didn't know how to pronounce the word demon and then suddenly your kitchen door moved. i got so scared. and then we sat for PSLE and then we got into the same school, same class. same CCA even. and then there's NCC camps. I REMEMBER YOU FARTED SO LOUD AND THANK GOD IT WASN'T SMELLY during one of the camps!!! i was lying beside you. lol. i knew you stoned so much. i knew your crushes and affairs and all that jazz. we walked home together. and talk and talk and talk. and eat junk food. i love you, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys alot more than i love chocolate chip cookies. :DDDD&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/3376884796416781346-8797075565842689933?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/8797075565842689933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=8797075565842689933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/8797075565842689933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/8797075565842689933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/09/yana-wasnt-inside-picture-because-she.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SMNyeWU_siI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3OVcAet5DoU/s72-c/Moments468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-2421472174673329698</id><published>2008-09-04T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:21:39.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the childhood deprived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/a/ab/150px-Barneythedino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/a/ab/150px-Barneythedino.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barney is a dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;from our imagination&lt;br /&gt;And when he's tall&lt;br /&gt;he's what we call a dinosaur sensation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney's friends are big and small&lt;br /&gt;they come from lots of places&lt;br /&gt;after school they meet to play&lt;br /&gt;and sing with happy faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney shows us lots of things&lt;br /&gt;Like how to play pretend&lt;br /&gt;ABC's, and 123's&lt;br /&gt;And how to be a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney comes to play with us&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we may need him&lt;br /&gt;Barney can be your friend too&lt;br /&gt;If you just make-believe him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god knows what has gotten in to me, but suddenly i feel the need to watch Barney and Friends and the Sesame Street and Hi-5 and other kids show. WTH i know. not only that, i went to the supermarket with mom just now, and i asked if she sould buy the Farley Rusks biscuit for babies. mom just glared. she must have thought i've gone senile and forgot my age or something. i also realize now i do act like a kid at home at times, say fight with Ann on who gets to sit on the couch or fight with Aryn over a plate. it's stupid but somehow funny, thinking back about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i know i'm still as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as i was 10 or 11 or 12 or 13 years ago. agree? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-2421472174673329698?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/2421472174673329698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=2421472174673329698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2421472174673329698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/2421472174673329698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-childhood-deprived.html' title='for the childhood deprived'/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-5840845805913058009</id><published>2008-09-03T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:30:21.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SL5ecxUTFkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IYTG5hPqzxQ/s1600-h/Moments511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SL5ecxUTFkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IYTG5hPqzxQ/s400/Moments511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241730864673658434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG LOOK AT THAT FACE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sleng habis-habisan laah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ramadan has started, it's been 3 days. and yet, i haven't gotten any gastric pains. which is a very good thing. no stomach ache means i can fast easily and happily, without having to lie in bed the whole day. went to mengaji just now, and i realized it's been a very long time since i last recite it. dang, Ann has reached surah Yaasin, and i'm still stuck at those short surahs, still haven't khatam yet! WTH?! nevermind, slow and steady wins the race. hahaha. tak nak kalah punya pasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's menu for breakfast is fried rice. nope, not the one i cook but it's mom's. today i'm freaking lazy to cook. InsyaALLAh tomorrow i'll do something. probably Maggi goreng, the improvised version. Aryn requested for laksa, but there's no laksa noodle at home so ummi said, some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's always something to grin about;&lt;br /&gt;1) i got new pair of shoes, one i bought myself WITH MY OWN MONEY that costs me only RM29.90, approximately $13. cheap la oi! it's black and slingback. and it's flat. OMG i love it alot because it's flat, so my legs won't hurt when we go raid people's house during hari raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ann was talking about some jokes about the movie duyung on the train and then Mom suddenly said&lt;br /&gt;"Ummi rasa kan, cerita yang paling best tu cerita &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HELLO PANDA&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i think the best movie that is funny is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;HELLO PANDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's funny about that is that she said it very excitedly.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sekali salah la..&lt;/span&gt; me and Ann were like, "KUNG FU PANDA LAAH!!!" hahahah. (hello panda is the chocolate/strawberry/vanilla filled biscuit with panda prints that the whole family loves.) imagine us laughing our ass off in the train. i  knew that chinese guy sitting in front of us were looking, or say, glaring at me. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i finished my Maths papers already. hurrah for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i haven't missed terawih at all. i hope i won't miss any. :) i'm sucha a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Abah said we can paint my room soon. Sandstone! Sandstone! i'm so honored for i was given a chance to choose the color i wanted. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my big friendly giant said that i missed something important on my Teacher's Day post. that is i met him. okay, so here's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSIE i miss you laah. i met you the other day expecting you to change, but no you didn't. still the 6 man jo i knew. ( i think) hahah that's all. i forgot to take a picture with you. please, visit me in school soon it's getting bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm tired, and goodness, i didn't realize i've written long. tomorrow my awesome mother will make bubur jongkong. SHE PROMISED LAAH! :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-5840845805913058009?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/5840845805913058009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=5840845805913058009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/5840845805913058009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/5840845805913058009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-at-that.html' title='look at that!'/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SL5ecxUTFkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IYTG5hPqzxQ/s72-c/Moments511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-1420376400228961089</id><published>2008-08-30T21:04:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:01:12.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teacher's day '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlNJXeB9DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/URh9S_-OQUw/s1600-h/Moments438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240304464736416818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlNJXeB9DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/URh9S_-OQUw/s400/Moments438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'Izzah Amalina &amp;amp; Nur Amalina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see? both also pretty. :D and the boy at the background is so EXTRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlM9bv6mnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1lW8iVJvqbo/s1600-h/Moments439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240304259726744178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlM9bv6mnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1lW8iVJvqbo/s400/Moments439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eiqa, mata sungguh kecil eh? haha. small eyed Lalat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlMuZZqTpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/489PZdAnHzw/s1600-h/Moments440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240304001398492818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlMuZZqTpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/489PZdAnHzw/s400/Moments440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Farahin, Shaq, Eiqa &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlMUaTxoAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sFQwmuiGeo8/s1600-h/Moments443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240303554965643266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlMUaTxoAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sFQwmuiGeo8/s400/Moments443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the Alumni-s were the best of all, among the performances. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlMBMVpPKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/N8cTHnaN-f0/s1600-h/Moments446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240303224797871266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlMBMVpPKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/N8cTHnaN-f0/s400/Moments446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlL3P-m_BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rho7if2BQXA/s1600-h/Moments447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240303053976304658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlL3P-m_BI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rho7if2BQXA/s400/Moments447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlLtimmyoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EdMGab3IqyU/s1600-h/Moments448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240302887177210498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlLtimmyoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EdMGab3IqyU/s400/Moments448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; camwhored in the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlLjRs2qsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/J5GC-uEwvas/s1600-h/Moments449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240302710841322178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlLjRs2qsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/J5GC-uEwvas/s400/Moments449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kak Ain ku sayang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after 235750972364205 days or what, i finally got to see you lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlLT_6gwrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_oFp0HVGiBI/s1600-h/Moments452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240302448368730802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlLT_6gwrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_oFp0HVGiBI/s400/Moments452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlLLzd-X9I/AAAAAAAAADw/QqJOUTsc__o/s1600-h/Moments453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240302307588857810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlLLzd-X9I/AAAAAAAAADw/QqJOUTsc__o/s400/Moments453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;limbang toilet.Yana needs to pee. so while waiting, we took pictures, again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see that nynya in green, she was cleaning her dentures in front of me and eiqa and shaq. eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlLDo_hS-I/AAAAAAAAADo/DPIMlJNxRss/s1600-h/Moments454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240302167337815010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlLDo_hS-I/AAAAAAAAADo/DPIMlJNxRss/s400/Moments454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the fingerprints. it's shaky that i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlKwaldJGI/AAAAAAAAADY/eOiIuqjWA2A/s1600-h/Moments456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240301837052879970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlKwaldJGI/AAAAAAAAADY/eOiIuqjWA2A/s400/Moments456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sexy Titanic uh Yana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please zoom in so you can see how slenger eiqa and shaq looked like!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlKgyslIxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/t2WbNqYzghg/s1600-h/Moments457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240301568647308050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlKgyslIxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/t2WbNqYzghg/s400/Moments457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlKY9SX8jI/AAAAAAAAADI/FslwNcnvUjI/s1600-h/Moments458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240301434051228210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlKY9SX8jI/AAAAAAAAADI/FslwNcnvUjI/s400/Moments458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another one feeling Titanic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlKQC5znQI/AAAAAAAAADA/rVofnjgxuaU/s1600-h/Moments459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240301280939973890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlKQC5znQI/AAAAAAAAADA/rVofnjgxuaU/s400/Moments459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlKJUacIZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3-K8bMLU-Ek/s1600-h/Moments460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240301165381165458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlKJUacIZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3-K8bMLU-Ek/s400/Moments460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Y-yana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlJ8gTYqOI/AAAAAAAAACw/IYlsaR4zIpE/s1600-h/Moments461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240300945234503906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlJ8gTYqOI/AAAAAAAAACw/IYlsaR4zIpE/s400/Moments461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; S-syafiqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlJ004y_II/AAAAAAAAACo/NkQBqcIkjHo/s1600-h/Moments462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240300813321174146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlJ004y_II/AAAAAAAAACo/NkQBqcIkjHo/s400/Moments462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; S-shaqeela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlJq38qsJI/AAAAAAAAACg/3USudP82Ncc/s1600-h/Moments464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240300642344022162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlJq38qsJI/AAAAAAAAACg/3USudP82Ncc/s400/Moments464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I-izzah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that was reversi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240300438046607922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlJe-4XijI/AAAAAAAAACY/UVJvTpip2m0/s400/Moments465.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlJXsuNrqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TF1lO4wjNgI/s1600-h/Moments466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240300312913096354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlJXsuNrqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TF1lO4wjNgI/s400/Moments466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlJP3LHhPI/AAAAAAAAACI/43YalHYHgCc/s1600-h/Moments467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240300178279728370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlJP3LHhPI/AAAAAAAAACI/43YalHYHgCc/s400/Moments467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlJGuUfNII/AAAAAAAAACA/YF3tldgKVx8/s1600-h/Moments468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240300021284287618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlJGuUfNII/AAAAAAAAACA/YF3tldgKVx8/s400/Moments468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlI1fycLkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/o6gLmIJp1hE/s1600-h/Moments469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240299725325610562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlI1fycLkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/o6gLmIJp1hE/s400/Moments469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spot Eiqa with the toilet roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she wanted to pee, but sempat senyum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;camwhored in the toilet, again. this time it's Unity Pri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlIg8mZsDI/AAAAAAAAABo/joCJBCd19jc/s1600-h/Moments471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240299372282490930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlIg8mZsDI/AAAAAAAAABo/joCJBCd19jc/s400/Moments471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlIMOdPU-I/AAAAAAAAABg/kL3_kZApNxY/s1600-h/Moments472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240299016298648546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlIMOdPU-I/AAAAAAAAABg/kL3_kZApNxY/s400/Moments472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlH1TWlQfI/AAAAAAAAABY/SI8QgOZhaiE/s1600-h/Moments473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240298622475911666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlH1TWlQfI/AAAAAAAAABY/SI8QgOZhaiE/s400/Moments473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlHkKr5I8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/44J44SulxQ0/s1600-h/Moments474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240298328091599810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlHkKr5I8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/44J44SulxQ0/s400/Moments474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlHSb6ZQLI/AAAAAAAAABI/ahu_27nQqQo/s1600-h/Image196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240298023478182066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlHSb6ZQLI/AAAAAAAAABI/ahu_27nQqQo/s400/Image196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; how i wish Kranji's stairs have all those formulas painted to it. that would be good, easier for O levels. then can get straight As. how about that, Mdm Lee? i'm such a good student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EVERYONE, PLEASE AGREE WITH ME! IT'S FOR YOUR FUTURE. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlGj66nxeI/AAAAAAAAABA/VJSg_1NeohM/s1600-h/Moments475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240297224346781154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlGj66nxeI/AAAAAAAAABA/VJSg_1NeohM/s400/Moments475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs Dawn Koh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my music teacher when i was in primary 3. and Aryn's teacher when she was primary 1. i didn't know she already had another girl. congrats! so i guess it's Enya and Sonya yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we met Mr mani and he described to Yana Eiqa Shaq Dhea how nerdy i looked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"yes i remember you, the girl with PINK SPECS and had many HAIRCLIPS on your hair" oh yeah, it's a no more secret. boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i met Cik Rita !!! my Primary 1 Malay teacher&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;she still remember me! but she forgot my name. she's Ann's malay teacher now. &lt;em&gt;terima kasih Cikgu Rita kerana menjadi guru yang mula-mula mengajar saya Bahasa Melayu. tanpa Cikgu saya tidak mungkin dapat mencapai gred yang saya dapat kini.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, Ummi sudah bising. i'll update soon when i can lock ummi in a room, tie her hands and close her mouth. HAHAHAH i'm so evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-1420376400228961089?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/1420376400228961089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=1420376400228961089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1420376400228961089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/1420376400228961089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/08/teachers-day-08.html' title='teacher&apos;s day &apos;08'/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLlNJXeB9DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/URh9S_-OQUw/s72-c/Moments438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-299754906092463661</id><published>2008-08-27T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:33:31.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't do much today. walked to school as usual in the morning and i realized i miss my morning walks to school with WAYNE. i tell you the minute i get down ffrom my dad's "car" he'll greet me with this sweet smile of his. he's pretty much a nerd, braces, shirt all tucked in and all that. yeah but he is funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered the first time we talked. the first question he ask me was, how to find the &lt;em&gt;x &lt;/em&gt;equation in a linear graph? imagine early in the morning when you're all brain dead somebody asks you that. hahaha. i told him i'm sorry i hate linear equation graph. but i did tell him the next day. hahahah. anyway, Wayne is a nice boy so any takers? :P sorry Wayne. next time please come out of your house faster so  we can laugh our ass off before walking into the school gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i did nothing much except passing Physics TYS to Amirul and that's it. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&amp;amp;&amp;amp; bumped into tea in school. OMG!!! eiqa be jealous or what?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not, both my sisters have blogs. again yeah. but they never did update or post anything. it's like there's a blog but nothing to blog about. WTH i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is something to grin about today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY VERY AWESOME MOTHER BOUGHT ME A NEW WWE SUMMERSLAM DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY YAY YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH MOM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i won't get bored this holiday. will be busy watching hot men fight. oh yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-299754906092463661?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/299754906092463661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=299754906092463661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/299754906092463661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/299754906092463661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-didnt-do-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-9019596959797583695</id><published>2008-08-27T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:21:31.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;before she starts killing me her oh-so-sweet voice, here's the pictures you wanted. hahah. i was so busy eating i had no time to take her wedding picture. oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my Che' Yan's wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLVSwWENOUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/beiH6OiKBlE/s1600-h/DSC01725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239184732025862466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLVSwWENOUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/beiH6OiKBlE/s400/DSC01725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granpa, groom, bride, and Granma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLVSEmz5A7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/3gay9I_Qu_s/s1600-h/DSC01726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239183980606587826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLVSEmz5A7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/3gay9I_Qu_s/s400/DSC01726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLVRBA7S69I/AAAAAAAAAAo/L3Lbl0SS7f0/s1600-h/DSC01727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239182819385863122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLVRBA7S69I/AAAAAAAAAAo/L3Lbl0SS7f0/s400/DSC01727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad, newly weds, Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; not forgotten, the beautiful, beautiful angels. :D &lt;div&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/3376884796416781346-9019596959797583695?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/9019596959797583695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=9019596959797583695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/9019596959797583695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/9019596959797583695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-promised.html' title='as promised'/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLVSwWENOUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/beiH6OiKBlE/s72-c/DSC01725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-6468313868452272008</id><published>2008-08-27T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:58:53.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny la oi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh oh oh, i think i have a new boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is named Michael Phelps. HAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLVOvYHFNYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OJw6qtJSgHY/s1600-h/michaelphelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239180317348410754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLVOvYHFNYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OJw6qtJSgHY/s400/michaelphelps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i took this from Amirul's blog (&lt;a href="http://www.captain-garbage.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.captain-garbage.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he took it from Hyrah's blog (getmecookey.livejournal.com).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-6468313868452272008?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/6468313868452272008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=6468313868452272008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6468313868452272008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6468313868452272008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny-la-oi.html' title='funny la oi!'/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SLVOvYHFNYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OJw6qtJSgHY/s72-c/michaelphelps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-7865508704090824459</id><published>2008-08-24T10:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:34:09.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found this while i was deleting some posts from my old blog. i decided to do it again, cos i'm bored and there's no one at home. if you are an observant one, you'll realize that there's no number 15, god knows why. please bear with me for a moment. i did just to kill time. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; those whose names were written at the bottom-est page, i expect to see you doing the same thing eh. ahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.Your name plus "poo"?&lt;br /&gt;Izzah poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Two feelings at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;happy and restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy Ending by Mika. Thanks Eiqa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. A part of a song lyric that's in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;err, i don't know. the whole Bye Bye song by Mariah Carey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. The highlight of your week?&lt;br /&gt;Art from 2.30 to late, Malay &amp;amp; Mathematics O levels practice papers, eating French fries, meet girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. What are you craving to have right now?&lt;br /&gt;McDonald’s French fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Any unforgettable childhood memories ?&lt;br /&gt;erm, tripped over this damn CUTE American boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. A not-so-good childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;Getting scolded/caned because of something my sister did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. What are your nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Kak Long. Alina. Izzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your three plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Kim, again. Eat French Fries. Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you thinking of someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Daley, the 14 year old Britain Diver. OMG HE IS SO HOT !!! (Ain, look out for him laa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;No because Jeff Hardy is my boyfriend hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: endless supplies of McDonald’s French fries. Christmas: endless supplies of McDonald’s French fries. Hari Raya: MONEY. Chinese New Year: MONEY. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Say anything you like to whoever is reading your answers?&lt;br /&gt;HELLOH !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you feeling hungry?&lt;br /&gt;No, had mom’s famous friend noodle. Actually, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who do you miss right now?&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Hardy. Kidding. Raphael. (dude, if you read this, please come back to Singapore and stop staying in France.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last friend you talked to online?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. It has been very very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you like about the night?&lt;br /&gt;The breeze, my blanket and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you visit a farm, what would you like to see?&lt;br /&gt;HORSE !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to grow up. Teacher I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Last gift?&lt;br /&gt;the N81 8Gb phone I bought on my own. It’s a gift I bought for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Did you like it?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE!!! I saved my money like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you play an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Piano, though my fingers are too short to reach the notes. And recorder HAHAHA primary school instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What song did you last hear?&lt;br /&gt;True by Ryan Cabrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Person you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;Aryn because she ate my bubble gum. At least for the time being I do la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who makes you laugh the most?&lt;br /&gt;My dad. Him and his weird acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What makes you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who do YOU have a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;JEFF HARDY. And tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Name 10 people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eiqa. Yana. Shaq. Hyrah. Shark. Mak Uda. Che’ Ja. Mak Long Ed.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Aryn.&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-7865508704090824459?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/7865508704090824459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=7865508704090824459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/7865508704090824459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/7865508704090824459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-found-this-while-i-was-deleting-some.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-6267066650726870217</id><published>2008-08-21T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:35:08.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H is for HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236979275736528530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SK1855JbtpI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aef4PZF-YQw/s400/strip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;for the loved ones :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the earlier post. didn't really have the time to update about something, or basically to update. life has been very hectic with the prelims and stuff. meeting the Art deadline was difficult too. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't carry on being sad cos the results i got for prelims was pretty good though it wasn't really up to Mom's and Dad's standard, as always. (their standard is to get full marks or probably be better than teachers. sheesh.) i got the highest for Maths and Malay. and almost highest for English. Alhamdulillah. at least i topped. :D but i didnt really do well for science for Biology pulled the total marks down. damn. haven't gotten the full marks for history yet. but i passed Social Studies hurrah hurrah. but i forgot how much i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some reasons to why i'm happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i got to meet Kim today, since i didn't yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;2) realized i've got 4 more days to &lt;em&gt;ganti puasa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3) Dad's finally talking to me after the whole shocking B4 for Malay scene.&lt;br /&gt;4) i drank chrysanthemum tea today.&lt;br /&gt;5) i just feel like being happy.&lt;br /&gt;6) i talked to my TEA.&lt;br /&gt;7) Shaq and Eiqa and me had fun playing with the balloon.&lt;br /&gt;8) i lost 0.5 kg. (i don't know whether to be upset or happy, since that makes me 44.5, 2.5 kg lesser than Aryn.)&lt;br /&gt;9) i'm close to &lt;em&gt;khatam&lt;/em&gt;-ing the holy Quran after million years.&lt;br /&gt;10) there's no ten, i just put for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to be happier tomorrow. (InsyaALLAH) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;izzaPIZZA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-6267066650726870217?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/6267066650726870217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=6267066650726870217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6267066650726870217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/6267066650726870217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/08/h-is-for-happy.html' title='H is for HAPPY'/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB3rTO45nAQ/SK1855JbtpI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aef4PZF-YQw/s72-c/strip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376884796416781346.post-483414420302624387</id><published>2008-08-20T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:08:57.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;on hiatus, love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be back soon, real soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3376884796416781346-483414420302624387?l=izzahpizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/feeds/483414420302624387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3376884796416781346&amp;postID=483414420302624387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/483414420302624387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3376884796416781346/posts/default/483414420302624387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzahpizza.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-hiatus-love.html' title=''/><author><name>'Izzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558697968824150178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
