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type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;alhamdulillah dada aku semakin lapang. tiada lagi kekusutan yang sering bersarang dalam kotak fikiran. kembali senyummm, gitu hihi. dalam previous post, ignore kan saja.. sebab aku malas nak fikir banyak2, malas nak ambil kisah dgn orang yang tak berapa nak ambil kisah pasal aku. rock on, baby. rock on. i'm appreciating those who still want me in their lives. chin up. yeah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;alhamdulillah juga sebab belakangan ini macam2 perubahan berlaku. aku cuma nak berbaik2 dengan semua orang. tak nak ada musuh, tak nak bermasam muka, tak nak terikat dengan masa lalu dan cuba untuk memaafkan kesalahan orang lain. bila aku muhasabah diri, aku rasa kebanyakan masalah yang pernah terjadi ada juga yang disebabkan oleh sikap aku sendiri. betapa mentahnya aku dulu hingga membuatkan ramai hati terguris. tak mengapa kot. belajar dari kesilapan, insyaAllah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cik abe aku sekarang dah tukar kerjaaaaaaaaa. dekat dalam satu kawasan yang sama, cuma kedai lain sahajaaa. i'm happy, seriously. at least takde lah rasa jauuuuhhhh kan. boleh jumpaaa *joget joget* hihi ish tak elok happy sangat nanti......... &amp;nbsp;ok. be positive! :D sekarang kerja pun tak penat sangat kot sebab ada kawan kerja samaa :) lega sikit rasa.. boleh shift2 balik macam biasa :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;badan penat. till then. xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-1309950350598010246</id><published>2012-02-12T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T00:42:08.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pfft</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i'm writing this post, i try really hard not to shed a single tear. i feel almost, empty and emotionless. since the day i became a girl with a career, i think the relationship between me and my best friends are getting further. i hate it. i hate this kind of feeling when you used to spend your leisure time with them and you had planned a lot of plans together yet they seem not to accomplish. somehow i feel like quitting my job. but thinking how lifeless i would be with the same routines everyday makes me stay, till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'moving on' is hard. yeah, i admit. however, when they'd move on, the possibilities of forgetting other people that used to be there with them all the time is high. someone who used to be very meaningful to me has changed. i cant bare this rejection. that's one of the reasons why i hardly talk to 'this person' unlike those old times. we're like strangers now. and truth be told, i miss 'this person' so much. allright. i just have to stick with the ones who still need me, like i've always said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-1309950350598010246?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/1309950350598010246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anywayyyyy! aku dah boleh drive kereta dah. tapi normal lah kalau bawak kereta manual, termati enjin. aku takut sebenarnya nak bawak kereta. sebab sticker P dah habis n aku pulak pakai harung je bawak kereta tanpa sticker P. tu kesalahan besar tau kalau dah dapat lesen tp tak pakai sticker. silap hari bulan kena gantung lesen. -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;benda yang kinda exciting was.. pg2 lagi cik abe i bawak pajero dia datang rumah sebab nak hantar adik dia pegi sekolah. dia ajak aku teman. hihihi dah lah tak bgtau awal2. tengok2 dah ada depan rumah -.- kejap je then balik rumaaaaaaaah, siap2, then keluaarrrr balik teman apis beli barang kt jj, then drop apis kat rumah dia balik, then patah balik pick up cik abe i then g jj balik then g carrefour pick up mimi n mimah then g jj balik then balik rumah masing2. sila pening sekaraaang ahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i had fun, seriously :) rinduuu sangat dekat mereka. mimi memang lagi berabad aku tak jumpa.. dorang sanggup datang carrefour sbb nak ziarah aku. okay terharu. plan next week &amp;nbsp;nak g kl pulak. shopping. tapi sayangnya duit gaji dah habis.. nampak gaya, kena tunggu second gaji lah. lambaaaat lagi lah pulaaaaaaaaaaak, k bertahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-LNOAon59U/TzKWysGtM8I/AAAAAAAAB3c/N_tfa_3D1Cs/s1600/IMG-20120208-00270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-LNOAon59U/TzKWysGtM8I/AAAAAAAAB3c/N_tfa_3D1Cs/s320/IMG-20120208-00270.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;go away, stalkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-2295321847686037009?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/2295321847686037009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=2295321847686037009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2295321847686037009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2295321847686037009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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habislah emo. bila aku mengadu aku penat, orang lain akan ckp apesal lak aku nak penat, keje tak banyak. tp korang imagine lah since pukul 10 am till 10.30 pm aku kerja... alone.. barang2 dalam kedai tu bukannya ringan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting for tomorrow since last week sbb aku cuti esok. ingat nak qada' tidur and keluar pergi mana2.. tapi.... aku tak dapat cuti sbb ada emergency bla bla bla. terus aku nangis lagi dan lagi. sampai customer takut masuk kedai.. ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tau aku tak baik mengeluh.. aku kena tunggu lagi seminggu baru ada sorang kawan aku masuk kerja sama dgn aku.. aku cuma perlukan kekuatan. insyaAllah kena sabar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-8187708026522672607?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3oL3fvo8EoA/TywFiXIDYHI/AAAAAAAAB3M/9cb7vKuPiuQ/s320/33.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sA-D-Ti3Gy4/TywF7FAaJ4I/AAAAAAAAB3U/YxstxVJTkiE/s1600/DSC01101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sA-D-Ti3Gy4/TywF7FAaJ4I/AAAAAAAAB3U/YxstxVJTkiE/s320/DSC01101.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;happy 18th birthdayyy, baby :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks for being the best, always. thanks for still keeping me in your favourite girls' list, thanks for everything. i wish i could celebrate your special day together but i couldnt. truthfully, it tore my heart knowing how useless i was. :( anyway, only God knows how much i love you, how much i miss those old times, how much i appreciate our friendship. stay strong, baby girl. whenever you need someone, i'll try to be there. like i said, how fast time flies, isnt? we've grown up! waaaaaaa... :') please pretty please. dont forget me, okay? if only fate has written that you have to go far away from here, can you promise me that you'll remember me always in your prayers? :')&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bare in mind that, i love you always.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, DIYANOT LOVES DONAT :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*kita nak tulis panjang2 but im so tired only He knows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-6066340226751078440?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/6066340226751078440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=6066340226751078440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/6066340226751078440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/6066340226751078440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-birthday-baby-zira-d.html' title='happy birthday, baby zira :D'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnBuynkGeiA/TywFUFtmhUI/AAAAAAAAB2s/g68xrm6c2QM/s72-c/DSC_4882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-1598564497216834011</id><published>2012-01-31T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T00:01:43.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AJL 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RT0x6C79Y8/TygMg3l5_oI/AAAAAAAAB2M/y7VPohbvQqw/s1600/IMG-20120129-00245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RT0x6C79Y8/TygMg3l5_oI/AAAAAAAAB2M/y7VPohbvQqw/s320/IMG-20120129-00245.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rcWQP1Vr8WQ/TygMmwwv9FI/AAAAAAAAB2U/XUK6nNqscaU/s1600/DSC_3938-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rcWQP1Vr8WQ/TygMmwwv9FI/AAAAAAAAB2U/XUK6nNqscaU/s320/DSC_3938-2.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awFcmTm5Fd4/TygMo7y_LDI/AAAAAAAAB2c/FMOP_cKtvx8/s1600/DSC_3932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awFcmTm5Fd4/TygMo7y_LDI/AAAAAAAAB2c/FMOP_cKtvx8/s320/DSC_3932.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YFUkVjd6jM8/TygMsVuCtII/AAAAAAAAB2k/tjgW8xLSzgo/s1600/IMG-20120127-00231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YFUkVjd6jM8/TygMsVuCtII/AAAAAAAAB2k/tjgW8xLSzgo/s320/IMG-20120127-00231.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;assalamualaikum :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mcm aku pernah cakap dulu, aku dapat invitation card ke AJL. thanks adik zulaikha tersayanggg sbb kasi akak peluang jadi VIP. next time kasi akak VVIP pulak eh? hihi why so demanding, diyana :O meh aku komen sikit pasal AJL kali ni, :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;walaupun nama je VIP tapi panjang gila beratur k.. aku sebenarnya segan sbb dress up mcm ni.. orang pandang semacam. aku tgk orang lain dress up simple je. ish diyana oi.. always nak melebih -.- so masuk stadium putra tu pukul 7.30.. lama gila tunggu okay. sakit kaki.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku nampak ramaiii artis. depan seat aku je ada alif aziz lah, adi putra laaah. ramai lah. siti, afdlin shauki lalu sebelah seat ktorg je. siti siap lambai lagi dkt ktorg. comel kot. yelah sbb semua mcm terjerit2 nampak siti. hahaha tu kali ke3 aku jumpa siti.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;before ajl start, ada orang yg incharge dia ajar la yg bila dia buat countdown, kita kena tepuk tangan. syok lah jugak. tema, air. mmg style gilaaa stage dia. serious smart wa cakap lu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;performance paling best.... aku rasa alyah-kisah hati, beribu sesalan and awan nano. serious menusuk gilaaa kalbu. suara jack, alyah, the best. aku meremang gila dengarrr. 3 suara pon mantap lagi hebat. hafiz pulak penuh penghayatan. pergh tertusukk!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yang paling kesian.. najwa latif la. sian aku tgk dia. dia lajukan tempo smpai tak boleh catch up.. nampak gila semput. n.. suara dia biasa je. serious biasa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yuna? hurm.. aku mengaku aku takde lah minat gila dia. aku suka style die je.. performance die biasa2. takde sampai meremang. boleh laaah~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku mati2 ingat 3 suara menang.. tp hafiz pun deserve kemenangan tu. senang je, dgn pakai track suit and baju tshirt biasa. hahaa coolio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;entahlah.. salah satu sebab aku tak suka pergi tempat2 mcm ni sbb.. mcm ada benda trigger aku nak jadi famous mcm dorang. aku mengaku. aku takut dgn perasaan tu. somehow i feel like creating my own covers, learn how to play guitar and etc. suara aurat, i know. tapi yeah, nafsu kan? aku kena kuat. lawan perasaan ni. mmg susahhhh sangat nak resist tarikan yang satu ni... haih..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway, overall mmg best :) pengalaman la kan :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5882098349605313251-1598564497216834011?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/1598564497216834011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=1598564497216834011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/1598564497216834011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/1598564497216834011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/ajl-2011.html' title='AJL 2011'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RT0x6C79Y8/TygMg3l5_oI/AAAAAAAAB2M/y7VPohbvQqw/s72-c/IMG-20120129-00245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-2691601492687582453</id><published>2012-01-31T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T23:29:05.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeayyy syukran ya rabb :)</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya tengah bengang to the max sbb aku dah taip punya panjanggggggggggg tapi tengok2 blogger tak save apa aku tulis. so i have to write all over again. my mood has spoiled, thank you. -.- sorry kena dengar aku membebel laks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FxwBUctiRPM/TygC4ThEmRI/AAAAAAAAB18/T4PBA6RSw98/s1600/IMG-20120127-00227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FxwBUctiRPM/TygC4ThEmRI/AAAAAAAAB18/T4PBA6RSw98/s320/IMG-20120127-00227.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hai. kalau tengok muka aku bila pakai specs dgn tak pakai specs, macam jauh beza kan? bila aku pergi kerja, aku lagi suka pakai specs sebab ramai tak kan cam muka aku. pakai se'simple' yang mungkin taraf makcik2 punya cara berpakaian mmg telah mempengaruhi hampir kesemua pelanggan aku. kebanyakan mereka memanggil aku dgn panggilan 'kakak' padahal mereka sudah beranak-pinak. rungsing hatiku. matang sangatkah wajahku ini? mungkin mereka fikir aku sama seperti mereka. sudah beranak-pinak, sudah berlaki dan sudah menukar panggilan drpd 'cik' kepada 'puan'. ohhhh, tak dapat kugambarkan apa yang mereka fikir di kotak fikiran mereka masing2. haih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;alhamdulillah, hari ini sangat bermakna. tanggal 31 januari, aku lulus jpj. tanggal 31 juga, aku dapat gaji yang pertama alhamdulillah :) jika ditanya berapa gaji yang kuperoleh, aku akan cakap, 'ada lah sikit.' memang sikit, aku mengaku. gaji pertama, bukan? lumrah alam lah mungkin. separuh gaji aku sudah habis dalam satu hari. percaya tak? aku bayar duit test jpj, beli bateri baru blackberry, beli selendang baru, beli skirt baru, beli blazer baru. hihi boros sungguh aku. padahal niat di hati, gajiku ini akanku simpan buat masuk universiti. haih. bulan yang pertama tah berapa ringgit aku boleh menyimpan. nasib laaaaah lulus jpj. kalau tak, duit terbang mcm tu je. mmg beribu sesalan betul lah kan, tak gitu? entahlah. baru aku tahu betapa susahnya mencari wang poket sendiri. betapa susahnya ibu dan ayah mencari wang untuk menampung hidup di kuala lumpur yang tinggi taraf hidupnya.. sedikit sebanyak aku berharap gaji yang tak seberapa ini dapat meringankan beban mereka nanti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;malam tadi aku belanja ayah, ibu, tokmak dan hazmi makan di Barada, restoran arab. memang dah pasang niat nak belanja. pada mulanya ibu dan tokmak beria2 kata tak payah belanja sbb kesian tgk aku kerja susah payah tapi duit kejap je habis. mcm aku kata tadi, aku dah pasang niat. seronok tgk orang tersayang makan duit hasil titik peluh sendiri :') insyaAllah ada rezeki, belanja lagi. kena pastikan abang dgn helmi ada sekali. baru rasaa complete semuanya..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFg57QEgq_Q/TygG2yv8wxI/AAAAAAAAB2E/-BL09hbIrbs/s1600/IMG-20120130-00250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFg57QEgq_Q/TygG2yv8wxI/AAAAAAAAB2E/-BL09hbIrbs/s320/IMG-20120130-00250.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;nampak tak? tu spagetti dgn air sirap bandung cincau. dua2 tu makanan dan minuman kegemaran aku. hihi. tak kesah lah. yang penting siapa yang kasi? cik abe i laaaaaaaaah :p semalam aku buat hal dengan dia. ingat nak merajuk sebulan *cewah* tapi tak jadi sbb malam semalam, dia datang bawak makanan masa aku tengah kerja dalam kedai. ayah pun ada masa tu.. hihi comel la budak ni. pandai pujuk. :) malam tadi pulak, lepas aku keluar makan malam dgn family, aku singgah petronas. konon nak masuk duit dalam akaun bank. masuk2 petronas je nampak cik abe i pakai baju petronas. aku tengokkk je dia sampai dia perasan. aku sengih, dia sengih. dua2 sengih mcm kerang busuk. haha. cuma ada benda yang memalukan jadi.. aku mengaku sbnrnya aku tak tau mcm mana nak masukkan duit dalam akaun bank sndr.. mmg la guna cash deposit tapi.. ish malu betul sampai ada orang tegur. cik abe i nampak lak tu dgn muka tahan gelak. last2 aku pun gelak dgn adik aku sekali sbb mmg salah aku sendiri sbb tak reti bank in duit dalam akaun sndr.. then cepat2 aku blah. tak bertegur apa pun dgn dia. cukup sekadar aku dapat tengok muka dia kejap pun jadi :) kesian jugak kerja mcm tu. penaaaat sbb tak putus2 orang isi minyak terutama waktu malam. kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;syukur, ya Allah. syukur sangat. hari esok dan hari seterusnya, aku akan sibuk semula.. kerja full time sorang2 dalam kedai sampailah ada kawan nak masuk kerja sama2 dengan aku.. penat. aku tau. kadang2 rasa nak mengeluh je.. tp takut tak berkat pulak kan? aku cuma harap ada lagi kudrat untuk pergi bekerja.. bertahanlah. kena tolong ayah ibu! ingat tu diyanaa! hihi k lah, panjang pulak post kali ni. till then!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-2691601492687582453?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/2691601492687582453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=2691601492687582453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2691601492687582453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2691601492687582453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/yeayyy-syukran-ya-rabb.html' title='yeayyy syukran ya rabb :)'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FxwBUctiRPM/TygC4ThEmRI/AAAAAAAAB18/T4PBA6RSw98/s72-c/IMG-20120127-00227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-6105898352476055934</id><published>2012-01-31T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T12:56:14.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeay dah lulus :D</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah... setelah LIMA kali aku amik test jpj, akhirnya lulus jugak.. tapi mmg aku cakap dugaan mmg banyak sangat. dugaan pertama, aku dah set dah yang test kali ni nak guna duit gaji pertama aku tapi sayangnya bos besar tak kasi gaji lagi.. so aku at first dah nampak mcm petanda tak baik. anyway, ibu dahulukan duit die dulu jadi aku teruskan juga nak ambil test. dugaan kedua, gastrik datang balik. nauzubillah sakitnya. tidur pun tak cukup. "kena kuat, kena kuat." aku cakap tah berjuta2 kali dalam hati. dugaan ketiga.. aku dah siap2 pukul 7.20 pagi. abang jan, aka abang yang jadi cikgu memandu aku ni tetibe call last minute and cakap die taleh pick up sbb jammed dkt ampang.. mana lah aku tak menangis mcm orang meroyan kat rumah. call ibu, ayah, dorang tak pick up phone. last2 aku call teksi. teksi pulak takde yang available. mmg aku dah give up and nak sambung tidur balik... haha tp alhamdulillah abang tu sempat amek aku kat rumah.. masa on the way abang jan ada ckp, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'abang tgk awak dah expert dah. jangan gelabah, k'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; semangat terus aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila dah start test tu... mmg mcm2 benda aku baca. terkumat-kamit aku baca ayat2 quran mohon Allah tenangkan hati. so bukit, alhamdulillah. jpj botak yg baik hati siap puji lagi hihihi die tau aku nervous kot. and.. straight ke parking... pergh. mmg wa cakap lu 3kali fail kat parking. tapi alhamdulillah, lepas. (walaupun kereta macam tak betul je aku park) hoho. then 3 penjuru... AKU TERMATI ENJIN bila nak reverse. seriously aku dah putus harapan sbb yeah, mmg fail sepatutnya tapi alhamdulillah.. jpj tu baik pulak kasi can kat aku. mmg Allah tolong lah bukakkan hati dia nak tolong.. sbb maybe die dah biasa tgk muka aku ulang kali repeat test hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. dah dapat lesen P dahhh setelah hampir setahun menunggu :D alhamdulillah. kuasa Allah.. moral of the story is, jangan riak, jangan takbur. semua ni kuasa Allah. kita usaha mcm mana kuat pun tapi kalau Allah masih lagi belum kasi rezeki, jangan give up. semua orang ada rezeki masing2. aku mengaku bila aku lulus ujian komputer 49/50 and test on the road 19/20, aku agak bangga sikit. tp ternyata perasaan tu akan membunuh kita. sbb ni semua Allah yang tentukan. tak semestinya hebat test komputer,&amp;nbsp; kita akan hebat benda lain. tak semestinya tak pernah fail any subjects kat skola, kita takleh fail benda lain. rite? jadi, rakan2 sekalian yang belum ambil test, ini pesananku.. *cewah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;jangan give up kalau fail for the first time. buat yang terbaik untuk yg seterusnya..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JANGAN CUAK. seriousssssssssssss jangan. aku fail sbb cuak laa. kalau korg cuak pun, kena pandai control. tau!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;baca selawat banyak2, ayat qursi ke apa2 ayat yg boleh korang baca. jangan stop baca. masa tgh tggu giliran and masa dalam kereta, baca je..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kalau ada jpj mintak rasuah, korang wat dont know je k.. tak elok. kalau rasuah hari ni, mmg la senang hidup kat dunia. tp kat akhirat nnt cmne?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doakan untuk orang lain juga.. yang ni adila yang bgtau aku. bila kita doa utk diri kita n orang lain, insyaAllah diberkati.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasa lepas semua beban.. thanks untuk keluarga n rakan2 yang tak putus2 memberikan sokongan. sayang sikitttt mehhh. muah muah :* hihi assalam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-6105898352476055934?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/6105898352476055934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=6105898352476055934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/6105898352476055934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/6105898352476055934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/yeay-dah-lulus-d.html' title='yeay dah lulus :D'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-5103001988957155949</id><published>2012-01-28T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:31:37.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;minggu ni memang bukan sahaja busy, tapi HECTIC. sangat. memang banyak benda aku nak update. aku nak share opinion aku pasal relationship, break ups and etc tapi yeah, otak susah untuk berfungsi tatkala badan penat. ish mengeluh pulak. seriously.... hampir tiap hari aku rasa nak tumbang and pitam sbb penat.. mmg la keje aku tak banyak n mostly just duduk.. tapi bila aku berdiri lama sikit, mmg rasa ada benda tolak. wallahualam. kena kuat la kan .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway, aku dapat invitation card pergi AJL. dua VIP tiket. at first, memang aku tak kesah pun kalau tak dapat tiket sebab.... aku mmg bukan jenis update sangat dengan lagu melayu. lagu apa yang masuk AJL pun aku tatau. then abang aku pulak excited nak pergi. so esok malam.. i'll be there, insyaAllah. moga takde pape jadi, moga selamat pergi balik. aku nak tengok cara artis2 malaysia ni camane esok. perangai sebenar dorang camne.. haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5882098349605313251-5103001988957155949?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/5103001988957155949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=5103001988957155949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/5103001988957155949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/5103001988957155949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/assalamualaikum-minggu-ni-memang-bukan.html' title=''/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-4057500958745733542</id><published>2012-01-26T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:49:24.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what to choose.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;assalamualaikum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've made up my mind. apa course yang aku pilih? ada tiga je. dentistry, pharmacy and... actuarial science. tapi actuarial science tu aku letak last choice. sape tatau course tu susah nak mati en.. tapi, i love addmaths. even though i wasnt that excellent in addmaths back then but i had fun doing ze exercises sbb related dgn calculating. tapi kenapa aku pilih dentistry? serious ke ni? kalau tanya diri aku sndr, aku akan cakap 'AKU TAKTAU'. tapi MOM KNOWS THE BEST. DAD KNOWS THE BEST. ALLAH KNOWS THE BEST, UNDENIABLE FACT lah kan. ibu yang pilihkan courses tu semua.. aku cakap, aku berserah je.. sbb if tanya aku minat apa, aku minat physics and addmaths. for sure aku akan heading ke arah engineering, rite? tapi aku tak rasa aku boleh carry engineering dgn peluang pekerjaan in future nanti.. tp wallahualam lah. rezeki masing2. who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;universiti apa yang aku mohon? first choice, UM. kenapa UM? sebab aku nak tolong ayah. ayah dah tak boleh drive so tiap hari bila nak g kerja ayah akan naik teksi. sebulan je kena bayar rm600++ . banyak kan? so kalau aku dapat UM, ayah ckp nak beli kereta baru utk aku then aku akan pergi UM dengan ayah sama2 tiap hari. tp tatau lah. aku rancang, Allah tentukan. second choice, UITM. sebab fees die muraaaaaaaaaaaah. hahaha aku tanak susahkan ayah ibu. aku kerja ni pun niat nak carik duit utk masuk U. third choice, UIA. selalunya bila orang tanya aku nak masuk U mana, aku akan ckp UIA as first choice aku. tapi since UIA punya fees pun mahal 2k lebih so.. aku letak nombo 3. ramai org ckp UIA teruk. tapi bila aku tgk abang aku, kawan2 abang aku yg rajin datang rumah, aku rasa sejuk hati tengok. dorang semua baikkk je. tak fair lah kalau nak blame UIA je students die teruk2. semua universiti sama je. maybe sebab UIA tu ada title islamic so as always, people put high expectation kepada budak2 dia. entah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;selebihnya aku berserah pada Allah. buat solat istikharah banyak2 kali. kalau setakat sekali dua tak cukup lagi.. sekurang2nya tiga kali kau nak dapat petunjuk.. tapi tengok results jugak kan? cakap pasal results.. buat masa sekarang ni aku belum rasa apa2 lagi. adrenaline aku tak menunjukkan apa2 reaksi. so i'm just going with the flow.. aku berserah aja lah. sebab paper2 semua dah habis mark. sekarang tengah isi maklumat dalam komputer. tinggal nak tunggu tarikh bila nak diumumkan je.. sebenarnya aku lega sangat SPM dah habis. tp pada waktu yang sama jugak, aku rasa belum 100% bebaaaas sebab result tatau lagi.. hurm. somehow aku nak result keluar cepat. hidup aku sekarang ni macam 'ternonang-naneng' tanpa arah tuju. nasib baik aku kerja. if tak kerja, mmg lagi lah lifeless. bila kerja, ada komitmen. dugaan mendatang pun mmg tough gak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sabar jelah. Allah kan sayang orang yang sabar. okay! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5882098349605313251-4057500958745733542?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/4057500958745733542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=4057500958745733542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/4057500958745733542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/4057500958745733542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-to-choose.html' title='what to choose.....'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-8510318989265940317</id><published>2012-01-25T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:57:19.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah, i've finally accepted what fate had written for myself.. at first, it was hard to swallow the fact that i was sick and to find the cure was pretty hard. yet to be surrounded with those people who care and love me somehow made me feel that i was lucky to have them. support, that's all i need up till now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all of them know what i'm going through in total. literally, they just know that i'm having 'gangguan' but i haven't told the details, yet. but yeah, i feel like it's better not to tell. sometimes not every single thing about me, i have to share with the public, with everyone. i need space for myself. just me and myself. a secret that cannot be revealed to others. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurm, this morning i went to Pusat Rawatan Islam Shifa' Al- Hidayah that is located somewhere in Gombak and luckily, Ustaz Ashraf Muslim was the one who treated me. i was speechless hahaha. he looked innocent with his virtuous face... and guess what, i sat next to Adam AF. i think he just decided to be one of them, to join the company, to lend a hand in a way to help those who needed. wallahualam. i'm just guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i believe things happen for a reason and i think i'd figure out why :) thank you Allah. i need Your Guidance.. give me strength to stay strong, ya Rabb.. ameen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-8510318989265940317?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/8510318989265940317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=8510318989265940317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8510318989265940317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8510318989265940317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-2204511863480312957</id><published>2012-01-24T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T23:50:16.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BB for? *kerek je*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;assalamualaikum :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sebenarnya nak kongsi sesuatu.. niat di hati nak speaking dalam post kali ini tapi memandangkan otak dah penat berfungsi, jadi... yeah mari kita meletakkan bahasa melayu sebagai bahasa utama. bahasa jiwa bangsa, bahasa melayu bahasa pertiwi, bahasa melambangkan bangsa, pebenda aku merapu ni.. k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku baru dapat blackberry from abang. dia beli blackberry baru jadi.. dia dgn murah hatinya pas lah bb lama dia kat aku. bb paling lama apa nama dia ek? hihi aku pun tatau. aku tak lah teruja mana sebab dari dulu tak minat bb.. aku pasang niat nak pakai iphone tapi bila fikir2 balik.. aku lebih sayang phone sony ericsson warna pink aku tu. baby pinky sakit teruk.. aku tiada duit nak hantar baby pinky masuk hospital.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jadi.. pemberian daripada abang *dan ibu* tu aku terima jelah.. aku sememangnya tak tau apa2 mengenai 'smart phone' ke apa.. nak menyelongkar isi kandungan bb ni tapi malas pulak.. sesiapa yang rela hati nak ajar aku benda2 basic aka benda2 asas bb, jangan segan2 tau. tak elok kedekut ilmu. sayang sikit nakkk? muah muah :* hahaha k ada orang cemburu pulak karang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5882098349605313251-2204511863480312957?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/2204511863480312957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=2204511863480312957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2204511863480312957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2204511863480312957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/bb-for-kerek-je.html' title='BB for? *kerek je*'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-5213971271817795205</id><published>2012-01-24T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T23:06:25.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keluarga , yang utama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;assalamualaikum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tatkala jari pantas menaip di sini, aku mengaku hatiku semakin gundah bila memikirkan betapa kejamnya aku sebagai seorang anak yang sukar untuk melihat bahawa banyaknya pengorbanan ayah dan ibu selama ini. patutnya aku bersyukur kerana dikurniakan sepasang pasangan yang sangat memahami diriku, yang sentiasa ingin memberikan yang terbaik untuk aku dan adik-beradikku yang lain. entahlah. mungkin gelojak nafsu yang membara menjadi sebab utama aku mengecilkan hati mereka kadang kala. aku tidak berniat, apatah lagi sengaja ingin mengecewakan mereka. cuma.. aku hanya remaja biasa yang mempunyai jiwa yang sentiasa ingin memberontak. tanpa memikirkan kesannya pada mereka berdua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku sedih. aku telah mengecewakan hati ibuku. sedangkan tatkala aku kesedihan, ibulah pemberi semangat yg setia. tatkala aku kesakitan, ibulah yang sanggup bersengkang mata, tidur tak lena hanya kerana ingin memastikan aku dalam keadaan baik-baik sahaja. tetapi.. sikapku yang sentiasa melebihkan kawan lebih daripada keluarga telah menjadi punca tergurisnya hati seorang ibu. aku tidak menyalahkan rakan-rakanku. masalahnya ialah aku. aku sendiri.&amp;nbsp;masih kuingat lagi ketika aku dimasukkan ke hospital, ibu sanggup tidur di atas kerusi yang hanya akan menyakitkan tubuhnya dan ibu tahu itu. aku tercari-cari seorang teman untuk menemaniku, memberikanku semangat tetapi... ternyata aku kecewa. hanya ada segelintir sahaja daripada mereka yang benar-benar peka akan keadaanku.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sebagai seorang sahaja anak perempuan dalam keluarga, aku mengaku ibu dan ayah melayaniku ibarat seorang puteri. bukan dengar cara memberikan aku kemewahan harta benda tetapi aku mewah dengan kasih sayang daripada seorang ibu, ayah, nenek, abang, adik-adik, saudara mara.. aku, abang, helmi dan hazmi cukup kasih sayang. oleh sebab itu kami berempat tidak menyukai keganasan. cerita hantu, cerita bunuh2 sama sekali bukan pilihan kami. ayah lebih gemar mengikuti rancangan kartun berbanding berita semasa yang hanya membincangkan perihal politik. ibu pula sebaliknya. aku cuma.. tak tahu bagaimana untuk hidup tanpa mereka. Allahuakbar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku sayang mereka. biarlah tiada sesiapa pun dalam dunia ni. janji aku ada mereka. ya Allah, peliharalah mereka daripada bala penyakit, hasad dengki manusia serta gangguan jin dan syaitan. amin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5882098349605313251-5213971271817795205?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/5213971271817795205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=5213971271817795205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/5213971271817795205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/5213971271817795205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/keluarga-yang-utama.html' title='keluarga , yang utama'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-5030709662770907631</id><published>2012-01-23T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:54:48.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masaaaaaklah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;assalamualaikum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;niat di hati nak update blog bahasa baku. tapi takut korang bosan lak en , so santai2 jelah, k. ada org persoalkan cara aku menulis tp mcm yg orang selalu kata,&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; 'i write to express, not to impress'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; so here it goes, terimalah hakikat yg aku mmg takde ciri-ciri penulis yg boleh jadi jutawan sebab novel yg aku buat telah diambil utk buat movie. like, Ombak Rindu. kalau ye pon, version aku, ONG BAK WINDUWW la kot. k annoying, diyana -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;alhamdulillah, satu demi satu masalah yang melanda telah aku selesaikan dengan bantuan Ya Rabb, semestinya. family problem, ehem2 problem, and masalah kerja... pasal kerja.. entahlah, aku rasa macam dah give up 'sedikit' sebab extremely penat to the max. dah 4 hari berturut-turut kerja full time. kerja aku mmg tak memenatkan cuma.. aku penat sebab lonely dalam kedai. takde teman berborak :( asyik tersengguk2 sorang2.. and the worst part, kena handle dengan perangai customer yang tah pape. masuk kedai aku, banyak kalimah Allah di sekitar kedai, dengan ayat2 suci al-quran lagi pun dorang nak wat perangai gak. haih sabar jelah. dah bape kali aku nangis dalam kedai sbb tension sangat. sabarlah. dugaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;family problem.... *cengkerik2* no, bukan masalah besar pun.. tapi... masalah besar sebenarnya.. okay tanak kongsi. biarlah kusimpan kemas dan rapi kisah menyayat hati ini seorang diri... *padahal girlfriends aku ada yg dah tau* anyway, thanks dila for the hugs :* baaaaaaaaaikkkkkkkkkkkkk! kes ehem2 problem pulak.. i just realized yang ramai sebenarnya nak memisahkan aku dengan cik abe aku. seriously. aku ni pulak terlampau mengikut emosi, bukannya rasional. aku patut lebih kenal dia mcm mana. dia mana layan perempuan. kalau layan pun, ala kadar. tu sebabnya aku rasa special somehow. tp aku boleh terima kalau dia ada kawan2 perempuan jugak. lagipun siapalah aku untuk kongkong hidup dia. aku tak suka dikongkong, so aku pun takleh kongkong dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tahun ni, bulan mac, genap umurku 18. cepat sungguh masa berlalu kan.. bila fikir bulan mac, terus terfikir result spm.. tp dgr ura2 result spm keluar akhir bulan mac or feb.. wuhuu tak lama dah :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-5030709662770907631?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/5030709662770907631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=5030709662770907631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/5030709662770907631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/5030709662770907631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/masaaaaaklah.html' title='masaaaaaklah'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-9074056397363159096</id><published>2012-01-22T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:18:30.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tanggal 21 januari 2012,&lt;br /&gt;genap dua tahun aku hidup single. alhamdulillah, seeeee i'm still alive! bukan boleh mati pun takde laki dalam hidup. cewah, yelah i have someone, literally. unofficial 'boyfriend'? cewahhh. tak rasa nak official pun. ada jodoh, ada lah. sebenarnya aku dah biasa hidup sorang2. bila ada masalah ke apa, memang aku kena tahan sorang. kalau nak carik kawan, tak semestinya dorang ada tiap saat. bila nak harapkan orang lain, nanti aku yang sedih sangat pulak sebab dorang takde masa untuk aku. ada orang pernah ckp kat aku yg aku dah besar, aku kena pandai handle masalah sendiri. ha ha ha, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku banyak masalah sekarang ni. serabut. serabut sangat. berikanku petunjuk, ya Allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-9074056397363159096?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/9074056397363159096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=9074056397363159096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/9074056397363159096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/9074056397363159096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/tanggal-21-januari-2012-genap-dua-tahun.html' title=''/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-7748558226017503017</id><published>2012-01-19T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:47:13.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>explanation, may i?</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to say cause knowing there are certain people who put high expectation on me makes me feel like so pissed off. you cannot just think a person can change drastically, 100% liddat. it takes time, anyway. and if you're a 'friend' who concerns, you won't talk bad behind my back or even say something that can hurt my feelings. this is my blog. i write what i think, and what i feel. being 'cakap tak serupa bikin' is so not me. sometimes when i realize something, i'll make up my mind and do actions without thinking. at the end, i'll be the one who regrets. i admit that's one of my flaws. so doesnt matter if you think i'm being so cakap tak serupa bikin or what, cause you don't even know the real me. highlight that, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, in my previous posts, i wrote about me, myself desperately wanna change and etc. i'm still holding on to my words, just so you know. like, you cannot expect me to change entirely in a blink of eyes. and i admit, the hardest part ever is to leave things that we love the most. i love fashion, seriously and i think those who know me totally agree that me and fashion cannot be separated. i did write in the previous post that i lost interest towards fashion and yeah, i was. i am. i'd now prefer to wear something loose, no more body fit tops and shirts. you cannot expect me to wear loose tops whenever you see me around cause i don't even have enough loose tops in my wardrobe. truthfully, i have only a few loose tops, i can count how many of them. skinny jeans always be my favourite and it's pretty hard not to wear it whenever i hang out with my friends. so, in a way to replace skinny jeans, i choose maxi skirt. but yeah, i still wear jeans anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my social life is my privacy. i be friends with everyone who wants to except those who'd annoy me to the max. guy friends? duh, i'll only assume some of them as my friends cause they're nice people. among all of them, afys is one of the most understanding friends ever. i admit whenever i hang out with the girls, he'll join us too. my parents know him well and they trust him. that's the reason why whenever i don't have somebody to accompany me to anywhere, he'll be the one who i seek for help. my parents never allow me to walk with any boys before even when i was with my ex. but yeah surprisingly, they trust afys. by referring to one of the pictures below (in my prev post) , i think i've explained everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like... why should i explain this to everyone, to my readers? i don't know. this is why i hate strangers. this is why i hardly approve requests in my social networks from them. so hey strangers, are you satisfied enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-7748558226017503017?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/7748558226017503017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=7748558226017503017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/7748558226017503017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/7748558226017503017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/explanation-may-i.html' title='explanation, may i?'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-6572876050321915887</id><published>2012-01-18T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:56:19.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;assalamualaikum,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hari ini aku cuti. ingatkan nak habiskan masa tidur atas katil sampai tengah hari. kira qada' tidur lah tetapi disebabkan rindu sangat dengan kawan2 baik aku ni, aku korbankan masa tidurku. plan utama nak photoshoot. kawan baik aku yg sorang ni nak make up kan aku pulak. buat new covers tu sebagai sampingan. ajak punya ramai tapi yang datang 3 kerat je. ingat nak photoshoot kat lake tapi disebabkan hujan, kami beramai2 berkampunglah dekat rumah nani dr pagi smpai petang. yg seronoknya my baby zira pun ada :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sebenarnya kitorg macam putus fius jugak tadi... kalau cerita nnt beristighfar panjang pula.. tengok 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emjJ-iddKHY/TxbbKCfd2DI/AAAAAAAABzU/3pBoWcXFBjQ/s72-c/398097_2214531262911_1836463450_1405027_990039414_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-2060927934938194535</id><published>2012-01-18T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T01:14:08.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ingat mati,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;assalamualaikum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ya Allah, penatnya.. dah empat malam berturut-turut balik kerja lewat. aku bukan apa. aku kesian dengan ayah ibu sebab tiap2 malam tolong aku tutup kedai dan layan pelanggan. kira dah macam 'family business' dah. hihiii tp seronok! ikatan kekeluargaan semakin bertaut. awwww~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;okay okay. aku cuma nak kongsi sesuatu. hari isnin hari tu, sedang aku asyik kebosanan sebab tiada pelanggan, aku baca lah buku2 yang ada kat dalam kedai. alhamdulillah aku sempat habiskan dua buah buku yg berkaitan mengenai kiamat. dan.. bila aku baca salah satu tanda kiamat, aku tersentak bila aku terbaca ini;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"manusia yang berangan akan hari kematiannya"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;entahlah. aku mengaku sejak dua tahun lepas lagi aku dah fikir pasal ni. tetapi semakin hari semakin ketara perasaan ni. memang elok kita ingat mati. tapi kalau terlalu obses sampai tak nak teruskan hidup pun tak boleh jugak, kan? bukan nak cakap apa.. cuma aku sebenar-benarnya berada dalam kondisi itu. takut, memang takut..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bukan aku seorang sahaja yang rasa mcm tu, aku tahu. kadang2 aku rasa ni semua hanya mainan perasaan, kadang2 aku rasa mmg dekat sangat ajal tu. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'benda yang paling dekat denganmu ialah ajal.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; betul lah tu, kan? sekarang ni, bila ditanya cukupkah bekalan amalan dunia yang nak dibawa di akhirat... aku tak tahu nak jawab apa. :( ya Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;alhamdulillah aku dapat lihat kawan2 aku ramai yang sudah mula mahu berubah. aku rasa... gembira sangat. cuma pandangan masyarakat.. ada yang baik, ada juga yang buruk. aku tak boleh nak zip mulut semua orang. tapi aku betul2 harap semua manusia dalam dunia ni saling menasihati, saling memberi sokongan antara satu sama lain, bukannya berfikiran negatif bila melihat seseorang itu ingin menjadi insan yg lebih baik, insyaAllah. demi Allah, aku sedih bila orang melabel aku sebagai hipokrit. tapi aku pendamkan sahaja. Allah tahu semuanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hidup di dunia ni bukan selamanya kekal. akhirnya, sama ada syurga atau neraka (nauzubillah) yang kita tuju. *peringatan untuk diri sendiri* wallahualam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-2060927934938194535?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/2060927934938194535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=2060927934938194535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2060927934938194535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;actually, i just activated my facebook account :p errr, miss me already? yeah, i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-4055245138411624720?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/4055245138411624720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=4055245138411624720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/4055245138411624720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/4055245138411624720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/assalamualaikum.html' title=''/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-1229563200423352897</id><published>2012-01-14T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:20:08.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tataaa facebook</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i just deactivated my facebook account for some reasons. besides, i've been thinking about it this lately yet i forced myself not to do so. cause sometimes i found out people who keep on deactivating their accounts are lame. sorry to say, but yeah, seems like i'm one of the lame asses. hoho. anyway, i know this is not a very good solution to escape from all those shitty situations. i need a break from everything. from getting hurt again and again. from all those tragic dramas. sure, i need a break. i'm pretty much sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;these eye bags make my pale face looks uglier. one word, &lt;b&gt;gross&lt;/b&gt;. anyway..... i just wanna make things clear. &lt;b&gt;i am not okay.&lt;/b&gt; but insyaAllah He will help me out from this mess. i believe in Him. and.... for my friends who concern much abt me, thanks alot. yet this time, i need to do this by myself :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*wipe away your tears and stay strong*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5882098349605313251-1229563200423352897?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/1229563200423352897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=1229563200423352897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/1229563200423352897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/1229563200423352897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/tataaa-facebook.html' title='tataaa facebook'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-442982294380205206</id><published>2012-01-14T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:14:23.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIkDrHVr7wU/TxBODtKzyZI/AAAAAAAABzM/OwlK5-3lB5Y/s1600/tumblr_lx2rwvE9rR1qbws2io1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIkDrHVr7wU/TxBODtKzyZI/AAAAAAAABzM/OwlK5-3lB5Y/s320/tumblr_lx2rwvE9rR1qbws2io1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;dear boys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lemme tell you something. girls are complicated and you cannot put a blame on us for being naturally difficult to handle. we're being us and for your information, we have our own reasons for acting like this. somehow we just too tired of being ignored and to be placed at the second choice, we hate it. we'd rather stay with our family and friends than getting hurt with your selfish attitude. most of the time, when we say &lt;i&gt;"i am okay."&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"i'll be fine"&lt;/i&gt; , that means&lt;i&gt; "i'm not okay."&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"i really need you now."&lt;/i&gt; but seems like you never understand. why? yes, we refuse to tell cause we're too afraid of losing you. we'd rather sacrifice our feelings than hurting yours. we sacrifice ourselves yet you seem not to notice. meanwhile, you take us for granted. when the time we need you the most, where are you? we miss you badly cause we're just a natural human being. being an attention seeker is suck but can you tell me is there any other ways to make sure you still care? please don't treat us like rubbish. if you don't need us anymore, you better tell. if you think by chilling out with your friends will make you so much happier, just leave.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i'd reach the limit. and here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" 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href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/hey.html' title='hey,'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIkDrHVr7wU/TxBODtKzyZI/AAAAAAAABzM/OwlK5-3lB5Y/s72-c/tumblr_lx2rwvE9rR1qbws2io1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-4056454362789229718</id><published>2012-01-12T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T22:13:31.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>luahan rasa hati,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXMt4OT06E0/Tw7PWoYuI1I/AAAAAAAABzE/wg4Pir4vmnU/s1600/06012012590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXMt4OT06E0/Tw7PWoYuI1I/AAAAAAAABzE/wg4Pir4vmnU/s320/06012012590.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;assalamualaikum, :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;nenek kebayan kat atas tu tengah berusaha untuk kekal kuat. eyebag dah berlapis-lapis mcm kuih lapis dah. kalau ditakung setiap titik air mata yang keluar, agak2 dah boleh penuh 10 baldi atau lebih. duhai hati, bertahanlah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tetapi kali ini, bukan sebab lelaki atau insan lain yang menyebabkan hati aku sedih. cuma aku terkenangkan kembali lipatan memori yang lalu. aku menyesal, ya Allah. kenapa aku terlalu bodoh, ya Allah. kenapa.. adakah faktor umur yang menyebabkan aku terlalu mengikut hati tanpa memikirkan kesan di kemudian hari? kadang2 aku merasakan bahawa aku tidak layak untuk hidup. aku terlalu hina untuk terus hidup di muka bumi-Mu. aku malu, ya Allah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;namun begitu, aku tahu aku harus meneruskan hidup, menebus kembali dosa-dosa semalam. alhamdulillah aku dikelilingi dengan insan-insan yang sentiasa memberi nasihat dan semangat. keluarga terutamanya. ayah, ibu, abang, helmi, hazmi, tokmak.. aku dapat lihat betapa sayangnya mereka pada aku. ayah, yang sanggup menemaniku berjalan kaki untuk ke tempat kerja. ibu, yang sanggup mengambilku setiap petang setelah aku habis bekerja sedangkan aku tahu betapa penatnya ibu sepanjang hari mengajar di sekolah. abang, helmi dan hazmi, adik-beradik yang sedia memberikan teguran sekiranya aku melakukan kesalahan. tokmak, seorang nenek yang sangat menyayanyi cucu-cucunya dan peka akan keadaanku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;demi Allah aku takut. aku sangat menyayangi keluargaku. ayah terlalu baik untuk dibenci orang.. tetapi mengapa... ya Allah aku redha, ya Allah. ini mungkin salah satu dugaan-Mu. aku hanya ingin melihat ayah kembali sehat.. aku terlalu takut sekiranya aku kehilangannya, ya Allah.. tetapi ternyata semua ada hikmahnya. hubunganku dengan ayah bertambah erat. aku semakin menghargai ayah dan untuk aku berkata 'tidak' dalam setiap arahannya telah aku jauhkan. aku cuma ingin melihat ayah, ibu dan keluargaku bahagia dan tersenyum. tersenyum gembira kerana aku. aku masih ingat lagi dua tahun lepas,&lt;i&gt; "abang nasihat ni sebab taknak disebabkan kau, ayah, ibu, abang masuk neraka."&lt;/i&gt; nauzubillah, sama sekali aku tidak ingin menjadi sebab. mohon dijauhkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku mahu berubah. dan salah satu caranya adalah dengan bekerja di tempat kerja aku sekarang. ternyata aku membuat pilihan yang tepat. bila aku bekerja di tempat sebegitu, aku dapat belajar macam2 mengenai hidup. di sana, aku bekerja dengan seorang pak arab. umur 30, namanya Ramadhan. abang Ramadhan ni ada rupa. suci sangat muka dia, sejuk hati tengok. dari hari ke hari aku dapat kenal dia dengan lebih rapat.. bahkan aku sudah berjumpa dengan isteri serta anaknya, hana.. aku dapat tahu betapa susahnya hidup dia terutama sekali bila kedua-dua buah pinggangnya rosak. ya Allah, hampir setiap kali dia menceritakan betapa dia tak pernah memikirkan dunia, membuatkanku ingin menangis teresak-esak. &lt;i&gt;"bila sakit, rasa dunia sudah tiada makna. hanya demi anak saja saya teruskan hidup. ada apa dengan dunia. ini semua hanya sementara."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ternyata aku perlu bersyukur kerana diberikan tubuh badan yang sihat. aku tidak kesah bila ada orang mengatakan aku semakin gemuk atau apa2 pun, kerana apa yang penting, aku sihat, alhamdulillah. walaupun ada kala aku terasa bagaikan ingin tumbang bagai ditiup angin kencang. namun, aku harus kuat. demi meringankan beban ayah dan ibu. bukan soal gaji yang aku lihat, tetapi aku seronok bekerja dalam suasana yang sebegitu. aku belajar erti bersyukur. aku bukanlah orang senang, jauh sekali kaya. yang aku tahu, keluarga aku bahagia. dan aku bahagia dikelilingi dengan teman-teman yang terima aku apa adanya, yang sentiasa ada ketika aku memerlukan seseorang, yang sanggup berkorban demi melihatku tersenyum kembali. alhamdulillah. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ini lah hidup. hidup tak selalunya indah. aku bersyukur kerana dilahirkan sebagai seorang Islam dan dikurniakan insan2 yang terbaik. kepada-Mu, ya Allah aku berserah. sekiranya hari esok tiada lagi untukku, aku memohon kepada-Mu agar aku mati dalam keadaan Husnul Khatimah, insyaAllah. berikanku kekuatan untuk terus meningkatkan keimanan kepada-Mu, ya Allah. insyaAllah. insyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5882098349605313251-4056454362789229718?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/4056454362789229718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-3052673388383039477</id><published>2012-01-11T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:06:12.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good for you :)</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am surprised, shocked and... speechless. this shocking news keeps on bothering my mind, like i even don't know where's the stop button cause it can't stop playing. someone told me abt her new changes and i really knew what she was talking about. my close friend has changed for good, alhamdulillah.. but it's too early than i've ever thought. we'd discuss about this last month, about leaving these social networks, fashion stuff and etc. alhamdulillah, Allah gave her guidance sooner than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i bet she needed a lot of guts and courage to do it alone. i don't think leaving our daily routine is easy. i've tried more than once yet still, i failed to do so. they're so addictive but who knows one day i can make it happen, right? insyaAllah. anyway, she's changing for good. i've been thinking about this since like forever.. i shouldn't stop praying. i have not to give up. am i right? okay :) whatever it is, the world is just for temporary. why should we bother about others while at the end of the day, we'll go back to The One and Only Creator.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've told about this to him and alhamdulillah, he said he'll support me :) at least i know he doesn't take me for granted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear F,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you know i got your back, right? no matter what happens, i'll support you. pray for me too, please. i'm too desperate to change. may Allah gives you strength, insyaALLAH :')&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-3052673388383039477?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/3052673388383039477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=3052673388383039477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/3052673388383039477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/3052673388383039477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/assalamualaikum-i-am-surprised-shocked.html' title='good for you :)'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-8723833994968492565</id><published>2012-01-11T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T01:47:51.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alhamdulillah kan lebih cantik bertudung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;assalamualaikum, :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;alhamdulillah sejak belakangan ni aku dapat lihat yang ramai orang yang aku kenal yang sebelum ini tidak bertudung, free hair sudah bertudung :) aku rasa lega sebab tanggungjawab aku sebagai seorang kawan yang kena tegur kawan dia supaya bertudung berkurangan. bagi yang belum, aku percaya mereka semestinya ada niat cuma belum sampai seru lagi. tapi kena ingat yang hidayah takkan datang sendiri tanpa usaha. jangan putus2 doa, okay? selagi ada masa nak berubah, berubahlah. kita pun tak tahu umur kita ni panjang mana, masih ada lagi hari esok atau tak. dengan keadaan dunia yang makin tua ni, tanda2 kiamat dah banyak.. bila lagi nak berubah, kan?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku ingat lagi dua tahun lepas, kawan baik aku ada cakap pasal universiti padahal masa tu baru habis pmr. apa yang dia nak sampaikan sebenarnya mengenai cara pemakaian kat universiti dan mmg aku nampak yang die tak pasang niat pun nak pakai tudung bila masuk universiti nanti. tapi tak sampai sebulan lepas tu, dia dapat hidayah utk pakai tudung sampai sekarang. alhamdulillah. aku rasa gembira sangat sampai mencurah2 air mata sebab terharu. mestilah happyyyy tengok orang yg kita sayang berubah kann? doa dimakbulkan, alhamdulillah. bila aku tanya apa yang die rasa bila dah pakai tudung, dia rasa lebih tenang sebab satu hukum Allah dia dah penuhi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sebenarnya bila pakai tudung ni memang banyak dugaan. semestinya lah benda yang baik2 syaitan akan cuba hasut supaya kita terpesong. tipu lah kalau aku cakap yang aku tak pernah terfikir nak bukak tudung *nauzubillah*. dan bagi orang yang baru bertudung, tarikan untuk campak tudung semula memang kuat tapi kena teguhkan iman. sayang lah kalau dah dapat hidayah tapi tak tahan lama. mcm yang pernah aku cakap, nak istiqamah tu susah. orang yang bertudung ni jugak memang sentiasa menjadi tatapan orang. tingkah laku, cara pergaulan, cara berpakaian. kenapa? sebab masyarakat berfikiran perempuan yang bertudung ni sinonim dengan perempuan yang sopan, yang baik akhlaknya. cuma.. sekarang ni, nilai perempuan yang bertudung tidak semahal dulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;memang betul lah orang cakap yang&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; "tak semestinya perempuan bertudung tu baik dan tak semestinya perempuan tak bertudung tu jahat."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; tapi yang semestinya, perempuan yang baik ialah perempuan yang bertudung. aku mengaku aku bukan baik mana. sopan santun mcm perempuan melayu terakhir? tidak sama sekali. nak kata perangai macam jantan pun tak jugak. curse orang tu benda biasa. tengah nak kurangkan. cuma kadang2 aku tak sedar apa aku cakap. berubah sikit2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edNlM7bAmX8/Twx1HNmcOsI/AAAAAAAABy4/2V7f1Jyfqwc/s1600/402224_2664631068735_1644757224_2418342_1839504291_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edNlM7bAmX8/Twx1HNmcOsI/AAAAAAAABy4/2V7f1Jyfqwc/s320/402224_2664631068735_1644757224_2418342_1839504291_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bq5c8BnXZ6Y/Twx1Fp6AYOI/AAAAAAAAByk/PR6EC50Rymg/s1600/252843_234247536592768_100000225693123_1179176_7980656_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" 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border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JhIz_uqkZsU/Twx1GhrM09I/AAAAAAAAByw/zK42yQjkSVY/s320/384955_2256828112358_1598026318_32093123_1865777431_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sorry curik gambar :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway, tak semua si cantik2 di atas tu baru pakai tudung. ada yang dah setahun, ada yang dah berbulan2 tapi still baru la kan? hahaa ada jugak kawan2 lain yang pakai tudung lepas spm. alhamdulillah. :') oh satu lagi benda! kalau lah ada antara pembaca diaryana yang masih ingat post pasal kawan aku yang mix cina india and nak convert islam tu.... dia pun dah pakai tudung. dua, tiga hari lepas dia datang kat tempat kerja aku tiba2 je. cantik sangat dia. cantik sangat. subhanallah. selama ni aku takut sangat kalau dia tak sempat convert islam or maybe hati dia terpesong ke apa. tapi sekarang... dah bertudung dahhhh. masa dia first time jumpa aku pun dia mintak aku ajar die pakai tudung. seeeeeeeeeeee. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pakai tudung kan lagi cantik. cantik luaran je pon tak boleh jugak. yang penting dalaman tu :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;assalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5882098349605313251-8723833994968492565?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/8723833994968492565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=8723833994968492565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8723833994968492565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8723833994968492565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/alhamdulillah-kan-lebih-cantik.html' title='alhamdulillah kan lebih cantik bertudung'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bVpX3NUkX_I/TwnSWmN-dLI/AAAAAAAABx4/a_kGzmD6210/s320/254445_1969609273272_1034170390_2255487_2595463_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;happy 18th birthday, sayaaaaaaaaaang :')&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry lambat update padahal birthday kau on the 8th, bukan 9th. anyway, i wanna let you know something, dearest , :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kite kenal since sekolah rendah tapi kite makin rapat since form 2 kan? correct me if i'm wrong. aku tatau lah nak spill camane pentingnya kau dalam hidup aku. unexplainable. before kau masuk asrama tahun lepas, kau tau en kite ni trio. aku, kau n nani. pergi mana2 je berkepit. jalan2 petang semestinya. kadang2 pas sekolah lepak carefour makan abc. hahaha rindu gila. tp yg paling aku rasa mcm terharu sangat bila tahun lepas, aku ckp dgn kau yg aku tak ok. i cried sehari suntuk and petang tu even though kau baru lepas keluar dgn family kau, kau straight away datang rumah aku just to ensure yg aku okay ke tak..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the day yg aku tau kau masuk asrama... pergh bapak laaaaaah sedih nauzubillah tatau nak cakap mcm mane. i know i should be happy for you sbb tu impian kau. kau nak sangat masuk asrama tp aku taleh cover my feelings kan. sorry. aku rasa time tu aku mcm dumbass gila sbb tunjukkan yg aku sedih padahal i should be happy for you kan? nani sedih jugak i know tp die bukan jenis&amp;nbsp; yg show off her feelings so.... aku lepaskan kau gak. haha bila kat asrama, nk dkt tiap hari kau call masa awal2 masuk sana. kadang2 nangis sbb rindu mak kau la ape la. tp kau kuat. aku tau.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;kalau smggu kau tak call... memang aku dah pk kau lupe aku. ada sekali tu je kau tak call. sumpah aku sedih hahaha but anyway, bila nk spm tu aku faham lahh masing2 busy. entah lah. among semua kawan aku... kau je yg tak pernah lupa aku. kau ckp kawan kau ramai kat sana tp kau tanak ada kawan rapat. sbb kau ada ramai kawan rapat kat sini. hahaha nak nangis rasaa terharu. biarlah org lain lupa aku pon.. jangan kau lupa aku sudah.. sobss berhingus dah haha yucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;first day aku masuk kerja, aku takde masa rehat tp bila kau rehat, kau datang kedai aku and bawak roti. hahaha nasib baik dow. kau tau aku betul2 ngah kebulur time tu. kalau la kau tak keje kat carefour gak, memang aku takkan kerja kat situ. ish kau ni 'super heroine' betul la :p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway , i wish you all the best. aku bersyukur tgk kau dah move on dgn org yg baik. baguslah. pape hal pon if kte dah masuk universiti nnt, aku harap kau tak lupa aku. tu je aku mintak. sayaaaaaaang daina :* mwah mwah :') &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-3122185301934281884?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/3122185301934281884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=3122185301934281884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/3122185301934281884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/3122185301934281884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/nurhadaina-zainuddin.html' title='Nurhadaina Zainuddin'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LOG5bWv1irg/TwnSThYbGbI/AAAAAAAABxc/cNT5KtPrHHU/s72-c/18871_1317592333256_1034170390_978210_4840175_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-8568162179932877370</id><published>2012-01-07T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:46:29.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CiEMugbaqs/TwhTdC1Q2MI/AAAAAAAABxU/DoqcyQo07MM/s1600/tumblr_lwns4uaVZZ1qigj88o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CiEMugbaqs/TwhTdC1Q2MI/AAAAAAAABxU/DoqcyQo07MM/s320/tumblr_lwns4uaVZZ1qigj88o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAARB31aCQk/TwhTXi_ppyI/AAAAAAAABxM/sB8AfkbW8pk/s1600/tumblr_lxeiwp5NEk1qe52v7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="40" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAARB31aCQk/TwhTXi_ppyI/AAAAAAAABxM/sB8AfkbW8pk/s320/tumblr_lxeiwp5NEk1qe52v7o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;truth be told, whenever i see sweet couples walking side by side, wearing the same colour of shirt, shopping and capturing pictures together, i feel.... jealous. i want to feel the same way too. sometimes i feel like i'm a hopeless, pathetic and ungrateful girl who always asks more than i deserve. i used to seek for a guy who would understand me, who would never give up on me, who would accept me for the way i am and alhamdulillah, i found one. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it's now almost eight months and still counting, insyaAllah. i admit that i miss him so much. both of us are currently busy working at different time and places and it's pretty hard to reach him. this morning... i wept in silence. only Allah knows how much i missed him. :'( ya rabb, i just have to stay strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, i know he feels the same like me. insyaAllah things would be much better in the future. insyaAllah. cause i believe in fate. as long as we love each other, as long as we still need each other, then we'll make sure things will work out. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-8568162179932877370?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/8568162179932877370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=8568162179932877370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8568162179932877370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8568162179932877370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you.'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CiEMugbaqs/TwhTdC1Q2MI/AAAAAAAABxU/DoqcyQo07MM/s72-c/tumblr_lwns4uaVZZ1qigj88o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-3919200866512531415</id><published>2012-01-06T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:02:28.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOO YAHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6I61t3ApMSk/TwcDx2XGcbI/AAAAAAAABxE/9edRnwMMLcQ/s1600/tumblr_linokmsAU91qafgk9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6I61t3ApMSk/TwcDx2XGcbI/AAAAAAAABxE/9edRnwMMLcQ/s320/tumblr_linokmsAU91qafgk9o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BOO kan, BOO kan? kalau excited and bangga sangat sebab ada makwe/ pakwe, perlu ke nak ditch kawan2? tak perlu lah kannn. mcm kau sorg je ada buah hati intan payung dalam dunia ni. mcm kau sorang je beruntung ada org yg sayang. mcm kau sorang je yg leh angkut makwe/ pakwe kau ke hulu ke hilir. mcm kau sorang jelah yg tengah hangat bercinta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bila kau perlukan seseorang untuk jadi pendengar tatkala kau sedih, kau carik sape? bila kau ada masalah dengan keluarga, kawan2 yg lain atau dengan buah hati kau, kau carik sape? bila kau terdesak utk dapatkan sesuatu, kau carik sape? kawan2 kau gak en. sedih la dengan orang mcm ni. 24/7 tak pernah berenggang. kau tak rasa lemas, rimas ke all the time berkepit? tak kesah kalau nak berkepit, tapi janganlah anggap kawan2 kau ni takde perasaan.. bila nak apa2, pandai pulak cari.. bila taknak, punyalah kemain lagi hanyut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aku boleh lagi tahan and deal dengan mereka yang still ingat kawan bila dah ada bf/ gf. cuma yang terus alpa n tenggelam dalam 'kancah' percintaan ni... aku rasa tak patut lah.. banyak dah kawan2 kau buat untuk kau.. tp takkan lah sebab sorang laki/ perempuan, kau nak campak kawan2 kau yg byk berjasa tu.. *sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sebenarnya aku takut. serious aku takut sangat kalau kawan aku cakap aku dah lupa or berubah bila aku dgn special person tu.. cuma aku nak jelaskan kat sini yang aku memang susahh nak jumpa cik abe aku tu. kalau jumpa pun, kena dalam small group. jadi bila ada kesempatan nak jumpa, mmg aku fokus kat dia. bukan niat nak ditch kawan2 tapi.. entahlah. mmg ada few of them faham. ada yang tak. nani, daina and apis lah yg paling faham situasi aku yg ni. :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, sorry kalau terasa. ni just random je sebab mmg aku sedar benda ni mmg selalu jadi. kalau dalam satu geng tu, mesti ada sorang yang perangai cmni. tp nak wat cmane kan? as long as my friend will be happy, then that's good for him/ her. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAPI TOLONGLAH JANGAN KETEPIKAN KAWAN2, PLEASE. SEDIH TAAAAAAAU :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-3919200866512531415?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/3919200866512531415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=3919200866512531415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/3919200866512531415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/3919200866512531415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/booo-yahh.html' title='BOOO YAHH'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6I61t3ApMSk/TwcDx2XGcbI/AAAAAAAABxE/9edRnwMMLcQ/s72-c/tumblr_linokmsAU91qafgk9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-1686311271324853697</id><published>2012-01-05T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:02:30.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new start, who knows?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tiap kali kawan2 aku nampak aku kerja kat kedai je mesti dorang cakap aku hipokrit. hahaha yelah sebab aku pakai baju loose dengan skirt, blouse tak ketat, baju kurung, handsock lagi... haha entahlah. aku rasa ni mungkin permulaan yg baik, wallahualam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;demi Allah aku nak berubah. minat aku nak berfesyen pun dah berkurangan. kalau sebelum ni aku pakai tudung tutup dada pun on off dan tak istiqamah. kalau setakat jalan kaki pergi kedai ke, mcD belakang rumah or tempat yang dekat2, memang tudung aku tahap tersingkat. kadang2 malu gak nak jalan dekat public tudung singkat, baju ketat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nak berubah tu sebenarnya boleh je. kalau kita dah tanam niat, kita kena ingat peranan doa tu penting.. bila doa dengan ikhlas, insyaAllah Dia akan kasi hidayah. seterusnya, kita cuma perlu istiqamah kan hati tu je. yang tu agak susah sikit. sikit je :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jadi sekarang aku berazam nak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;tutup aurat dengan sempurna. baju ketat2 tu letak tepi and banyakkan beli maxi skirt. skirt yang kembang dan tak ketat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mengaji al-quran setiap hari. (2pages paling sikit) walau mcm mana sibuk pun. sebenarnya, kalau kita amalkan baca al-quran tiap hari, kita mesti sayang nak tinggalkan al-quran walau sehari. seronok tau. mcm ada bond between diri kita and kitab Allah ni :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kurangkan dengar lagu orang putih :p ni aku try sikit2 lah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;kurangkan cakap benda2 tak elok, kurangkan curse orang.. pergh ni susah ni.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nak improve communication skills between me and customers. ni memakan masa sikit hihi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;insyaALLAH. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-1686311271324853697?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-9122703845960571848</id><published>2012-01-05T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T02:57:14.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1st ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn0oQjNb4pA/TwSNuc3JyRI/AAAAAAAABwk/-d8SSN34joY/s1600/04012012584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn0oQjNb4pA/TwSNuc3JyRI/AAAAAAAABwk/-d8SSN34joY/s320/04012012584.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BkeIKR8jPgs/TwSN0jHLFdI/AAAAAAAABws/Xwj6rcf6B-M/s1600/04012012579.JPG" 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CsJeMIDUf7Q/TwSN25XZd3I/AAAAAAAABw4/80h4_ulFiRI/s320/04012012587.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;assalamualaikum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alhamdulillah, pengalaman hari pertama kerja sangaaaaaaaat seronok :) syukur sangat dapat kerja kat tempat ni. pagi2 dah dapat dengar orang mengaji al-quran walaupun terpaksa berlawan dengan lagu2 orang putih kat dalam carefour tu. abang ramadhan a.k.a abang arab tu pun peramahhh sangat. yg paling seronok, dia suka kasi nasihat smpai aku rasa nak nangis dengar. dia ada cakap, &lt;i&gt;'kalau kita kerja ikhlas, buat kerja dengan baik, kita akan seronok bekerja. buat apa kerja tak ikhlas tapi nak gaji banyak. kerja pun tak seronok.'&lt;/i&gt; memang aku setuju sangat. sebab aku kerja dari pukul 10 pagi sampai 7 lebih, rasa tak penat pun. cuma pening je sebab pakai specs power tak betul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first day kerja ni agak tough jugak sbb customer ramai datang di saat aku tak bersedia.. hahahaa. abg arab tu pulak busy sbb kena ulang-alik dari sini ke cawangan ampang. jadi mmg aku jaga kedai sorang2 lah. mmg nasib aku mula kerja boss besar dah datang. boss besar tu nampak tegas sikit so... aku cuak. n everytime aku cuak, mmg nampak benar aku cuak. k what am i talking about. maksud aku, bos aku tau la yg aku ni takut dgn dia sbb dia ada tanya aku takut dgn dia ke.. aku angguk je HAHA jujurnya aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hari ni ada satu situasi yg berlaku kt kedai yg membuatkan aku macam... sedih, terkilan sangat. ada satu keluarga ni masuk kedai aku. *cewah kedai aku konon* anak mak cik ni nak beli satu buku kecil, ada bahasa arab, bahasa melayu n bahasa inggeris. mcm ayat2 basic dalam bahasa arab. harga rm3.00 then bila budak tu ckp dgn mak dia nak beli buku tu, mak dia bebel. mak die ckp buku cmni patut jual rm1 lah ape lah. makcik oi, anak nak belajar bhs arab pun berkira. mak die tanak belikan. last2 anak die guna duit sndr. kesian gila budak tu.. aku terkilan sbb kenapa lah aku tak terpikir nak belanja dia satu je..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nasib baik hadaina n atiqah kerja dekat je. so bila bosan, daina mmg datang melawat aku. siap bawak roti lagi. tau2 je aku lapar. hahaa seronok gak kerja dekat tempat yg penuh dengan kawan2 ni. even cousin aku, haziq pun kerja kt carefour. mmg leh wat reunion :) hihii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;k, kalau rindu aku silalah datang ke kedai. belilah buku ke al-quran ke tasbih ke. hihi assalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/9122703845960571848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/9122703845960571848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-1st.html' title='day 1st ,'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn0oQjNb4pA/TwSNuc3JyRI/AAAAAAAABwk/-d8SSN34joY/s72-c/04012012584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-9188378344930584146</id><published>2012-01-05T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T01:19:07.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hate it when all of sudden, we're acting like strangers. it's like, we never knew each other. i've realized that i'm no longer your priority and..... that's frustrating. maybe i'd put high expectation since the start but at the end of the day, you're just the same like others. you ditch me. every moment we've spent was kinda awkward. i bet you felt the same. sometimes i feel like i don't even want to see your face again. besides, everytime i listen to your voice makes me miss the old you very much. i hate that kind of feeling; when you know you can't change the past just to ensure someone will stay in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*tears*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is wrong with me? i should appreciate those who still need me in their lives and ignore those who don't. i need time to absorb all of these changes. people change when they find someone way better. anyway, from my observation, i know you're happier than before. more than when you were with me :') it's okay then. if only you would feel better or be at your best without me, then i'll try to face it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no matter how many people who'd walk out from my life, i know my one and only Creator will always be with me, with us. guide me, ya rabb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-9188378344930584146?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/9188378344930584146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=9188378344930584146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/9188378344930584146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/9188378344930584146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-okay.html' title='it&apos;s okay'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-7358453991954855404</id><published>2012-01-04T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:39:31.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school, kids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WAaai5dROxQ/TwMs8WuhNYI/AAAAAAAABwY/3SARqK5su-0/s1600/school-cartoon3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WAaai5dROxQ/TwMs8WuhNYI/AAAAAAAABwY/3SARqK5su-0/s1600/school-cartoon3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AYUH KEMBALI KE SEKOLAH, AYUH! hahahahahahahahahahaa *evil mode*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kalau dulu, tengah malam mcm ni, mesti aku dah melingkar atas katil mcm ular. yelah, esok kan kena bangun pagi.. apatah lagi aku ni pengawas, kena bangun awal sebab wajib pakai baju formal. tuck in tudung dalam baju, baju dalam skirt. jangan lupa pakai tie! kadang2 kena jd mc perhimpunan. kini... tidak lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lega dah habis sekolah. bila orang ckp one day org yg dah habis skola akan rindu skola, aku tak dapat rasa lagi perasaan tu. rasa bahagia kot tak sekolah dah. hahaha mungkin sebab baru sebulan aku tgglkan skola so takde lah terasa lagi rindu tu kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, all the best untuk semua yang baru naik sekolah menengah *ditujukan khas buat adik bongsu tersayang*, dan kepada sesiapa yg bakal mengambil peperiksaan besar mcm PMR dan SPM, study smart :) belajar drpd awal tak rugi apa. dengar cakap akak ni eh :) goooooooooooooood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;while budak2 sekolah pergi sekolah, aku pulak kena start kerja esok. excited yet cuak :/ haha wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-7358453991954855404?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WAaai5dROxQ/TwMs8WuhNYI/AAAAAAAABwY/3SARqK5su-0/s72-c/school-cartoon3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-6783461288954271509</id><published>2012-01-04T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:14:50.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selamat hari lahir, dear :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alhamdulillah, semuanya berjalan lancar. tak sia-sia aku kerah tenaga dan wang untuk dia. tak sia-sia aku penat sebab dia. hihi alhamdulillah, kawan2 aku semuanya baik hati dan sudi nak menolong. hannani dan hafiz, korang memang kawan terbaik. sanggup layan karenah aku ni dan fikirkan cara mcm mana nak buat dia gembira :') terbaiklahhh korang!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;semalam sehari suntuk aku dengan hafiz duduk rumah nani. pagi2, jalan kaki pergi carefour sbb nak beli bahan2 nak buat kek. ktorg bercadang nak buat kek lemon. lepas beli bahan kat carefour, pergi melantak char kuew tiaw kejap *ok tak perlulah nak cerita yang tu* kemudian pergi kedai kek dekat lake valley. beli kotak, pisau, lilin dan sebagainya untuk hiasan. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sampai2 rumah nani je, dah macam beruk dah masing2 menjerit2 sebab teruja sangat nak buat kek. aku pulak mmg tak reti buat kek sejak azali, jadi belajar lah dari yang pakar. nani, semestinya. budak pakar buat kek.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sambil tunggu kek masak, kembang dan naik, aku dengan nani buat projek kat bilik. projek buat cover lah apa lagi kan. tapi sayangnya, cover yg ktorg dah memang nak letak kt fb sebenarnya tak direkodkan pon. hahaha menangis tak berlagu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tu cite semalam. cite hari ni pulak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tanggal 3 januari 2012,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bangun pagiiii sebab teruja sangat. aku mintak tolong azhar dan hariz untuk settlekan cik abe aku tu. memang aku tau dorang boleh diharap. tapi.. tiba2 ada masalah pulak. cik abe aku tu menghilang tah ke mana. phone off. hariz dan azhar puas cari dia merata2 sekitar btho tapi tak jumpa. aku kat rumah dah macam nak menangis dah sebab takut plan tak jadi tapi nasib baik azhar ada cakap,&lt;i&gt; 'kau lek je diyana. ktorg carik dia eh. nnt jumpa lah.'&lt;/i&gt; sob3. kawan yang baik :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nasib baik dia dapat dijumpai jugak akhirnya tatkala aku dah nak dekat putus harapan. cewahh. haha. kemudian, cepat2 pergi bangi kopitiam. ok, mana lagi nak pergi kan? tu jelah tempat lepak budak btho. lebih kurang setengah jam kemudian atau mungkin lebih, dia pun datang. aku dengan hafiz sorok kat sebelah bangi kopitiam sebab tak nak lah si dia nampak kan. aku menggigil2 dah. tak nak keluar je sebab malu sangat nak bawak kek dan tengok reaksi dia camane. sian kat hafiz sebab kena hidupkan lilin banyak kali. terpadam sebab apa? sebab aku amik masa nak atasi perasaan nervous aku ni haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then tadaaaaaa. hahaha terkezut nampak cik abe i tu :p comel lah. ish. tumbuk gak karang. haha tetibe. pape hal pun, aku gembiraaaaaaa sangat hari ni sebab boleh kongsi kegembiraan aku dgn org lain. aku lg suka kalau kawan2 laki dia je ada. kalau aku ajak kawan perempuan aku, tak syok pulak nanti ada pulak yang terasa sbb tak layan dorang. kan?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hadiah? ada lah.. dan aku ada buat video untuk dia. jangan fikir bukan2 lah. -.- video ucapan. hihi :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;semoga budak perasan a.k.a cik abe i ni dipanjangkan umur dan menjadi insan yg lebih baik, insyaAllah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gambar? sikit jelah k. gambar 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:)'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07B_KhKVbMc/TwMo6ugOStI/AAAAAAAABvM/QT5Mz3SvDqg/s72-c/379002_2749375846949_1034170390_2874787_1528902321_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-1464681917705939336</id><published>2012-01-03T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:47:52.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rest in peace, Joshua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's a great friend of mine and i bet everyone who knows him does agree with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he drowned in a pool somewhere in Mines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know the whole details but yeah, he passed away. this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i still remember back then when we went to 'seminar spm' together, he kept on saying,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'ohh, my beautiful diyana. you look like an angel.' &lt;/i&gt;and&lt;i&gt; 'you have beautiful eyes.'&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;hahaa :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know he was just joking. he said these sentences to most of the girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but at least, he did put a smile on my face :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we weren't close friends yet i'm glad i knew such a wonderful guy like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;may you rest in peace, bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-1464681917705939336?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/1464681917705939336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=1464681917705939336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/1464681917705939336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/1464681917705939336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace,'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-6771274519888314154</id><published>2012-01-02T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:59:16.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tokmak's birthdayy (:</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am EXTREMELY TIRED. tahun ni memang tak sempat nak buat post before 2011 ended sebab sibuk sangat kat dapur. yeah, memang normal lah orang perempuan sibuk2 kat dapur kan? tapi sambutan tahun baru kali ni agak berbeza. sebab apa? sebab aku and keluarga terchenta sambut birthday tokmak yang ke-80 :D alhamdulillahhhhhhhhhh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JAo8qNUojfY/TwCMJ0oFYgI/AAAAAAAABuE/3Rmu1aYUjIA/s1600/DSC_2291-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JAo8qNUojfY/TwCMJ0oFYgI/AAAAAAAABuE/3Rmu1aYUjIA/s320/DSC_2291-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;tokmak excited tauu nak celebrate birthday die. die cakap, Dr Mahathir sambut birthday for the last time when he was 80 y/o. so tokmak pun nak ikot sama. at first mcm cuak gak sebab tokmak nak ajak raaaamaiii sedara die but then bila fikir bukan selalu, aku semangat jugak nak tolong pape yang patut :) duduk kat dapur berjam2. pergh, aku rasa aku dah boleh kawen lah sbb dah boleh buat kerja kat dapur hikhik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, the party went well. raaaamaaai sangat yg datang. tokmak ajak nani n apis join the party. yelah kan, dorg dah jadi cucu 'angkat' tokmak. kjeles. hadiah penuh satu meja, tu the best part.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;alamak sorry lahh mata dah tak boleh bukak sbb penat sangat. okay i shouldnt mention it here. anyway, nahhhh few of the pictures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=6771274519888314154' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/6771274519888314154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/6771274519888314154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2012/01/tokmaks-birthdayy.html' title='tokmak&apos;s birthdayy (:'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LOfub9ezPsQ/Tv6p6dWH-_I/AAAAAAAABt4/-AlAgtSeSxY/s1600/al-quran.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LOfub9ezPsQ/Tv6p6dWH-_I/AAAAAAAABt4/-AlAgtSeSxY/s320/al-quran.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sebenarnya hari rabu hari tu aku ada apply kerja dekat satu tadika/ taska ni dekat suakasih. suakasih ni kira jauh lah dari rumah aku, memakan masa lebih kurang 20 ke 30 minit if jalan kaki. aku pergi interview dengan hafizah, kawan baik aku ni. at first nak cuba2 je and aku fikir dua tiga kali gak sama ada betul2 nak jadi cikgu ke tak. memang aku nak jadi. tapi fikir dari pukul 7.30pagi sampai 5.00ptg kerja, aku fikir dua kali gak. yelahhh aku tauuu memang takde kerja yang tak penat. transport satu hal lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then tunggu punya tunggu, tiada orang call pun. aku fikir memang dah tak dapat kerja so tadi aku pergi lah carefour, apply kerja dekat satu kedai ni. kedai ni owner die orang mesir. jual benda2 hiasan islam, al-quran, buku2 agama and etc. masuk2 kedai je dah dapat dengar ayat2 suci al-quran. sejuk hati :) then aku jumpa lah pekerja kat situ. orang palestin. bukannya pak arab gatal yg kita selalu nampak tapi yang muka suci baikkk punyaa. bincang punya bincang, dia suruh datang esok, jumpa bos terus. bincang pasal gaji. aku cakap aku nak start kerja on 4th jan. die cakap boleh je. so entah lah. mcm dah dapat je kerja. tp pape hal pon tak jumpa bos die lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;bila sampai rumah, tengok2 ada call from cikgu tadika tu. dia cakap aku dapat kerja. seeeeeeeee. aku kesian kat cikgu tu sbb die mmg desperate nak carik cikgu and penjaga. tapi mcm aku cakap tadi.. jauh, takde transport dan sebenarnya aku bukan penyabar orangnya. bila dengar budak menjerit ke meraung aku dah naik angin. hahahaa aku tatau lah. tengok lah esok camane. aku harap owner kedai tu jadi nak amik aku so that takde lah menyesal sebab aku dah lepaskan kerja jadi cikgu 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/1481045380986101300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-so-in-dilemma.html' title='i am so in dilemma'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qGSPLEsogdQ/Tv6pl_hDNYI/AAAAAAAABts/mbmxa1uYm2M/s72-c/78878-Royalty-Free-RF-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Hispanic-Cartoon-Teacher-Woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-6484878113729781398</id><published>2011-12-31T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:03:12.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't feel lonely, dear :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;assalamualaikum :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so as what i've promised from the previous post, lemme share you some tips and ways about how to handle the loneliness after breaking up. how to move on, perhaps? tu susah sikit. tapi tengok lah. aku ni jenis kalau dah taip, tak boleh nak stop sebab idea mencurah-curah. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*cewah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yb9rjP4hrW8/Tv3bYP4R1eI/AAAAAAAABtU/WfPW9KHee1I/s1600/tumblr_lvsitoL4py1qzx2p7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yb9rjP4hrW8/Tv3bYP4R1eI/AAAAAAAABtU/WfPW9KHee1I/s320/tumblr_lvsitoL4py1qzx2p7o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIRST OF ALL,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sebenarnya, korang kena letak dalam kotak fikiran tu yang &lt;b&gt;putus cinta sebenarnya bukanlah teruk mana&lt;/b&gt;. memang lah awal2 tu macam frust menonggeng, tiap malam nangis before tidur, eyebags punya lah teruk, hidup pun macam nak tak nak je, dengar lagu emo sepanjang masa, rasa kosong and etc. tapi lama2, korang akan rasa enjoyy jugak hidup single ni. percayalah cakap aku ni. dah experience for almost two years dah. not exactly lah sebab dah reserved pong. :p OKAY OKAY STRAIGHT TO THE POINT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sebenarnya bila korang single, korang &lt;b&gt;ada lebih masa untuk diri sendiri dan kawan.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;mungkin masa time couple dulu2, korang buat itu tak boleh, ini tak boleh. kalau cross the line sikit, haru-biru jadi. senang cite, kena kongkong lah. bila dah single, buat lah aktiviti yang korang tak boleh buat time single dulu. like, hangout dengan guys and girls, pergi pamper yourself dekat spa, buat manicure ke, karaoke dengan kawan2, buat girls day out. bagi lelaki pulak, korang boleh lagi aktif in sports, main bola, futsal, rugby. if before this awek korang punya lah bising sebab korang asyik2 dengan sports je, sekarang tidak lagi. kalau dulu korang kena spend money banyak sebab kena belanja awek, sekarang tidak lagi. save pocket money, tak gitu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFXQVSOqedc/Tv3RhDse4rI/AAAAAAAABsw/-rKUdbUxIy8/s1600/tumblr_lqbhzgH05D1qckjpfo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFXQVSOqedc/Tv3RhDse4rI/AAAAAAAABsw/-rKUdbUxIy8/s320/tumblr_lqbhzgH05D1qckjpfo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pergh benda ni syok dow. *selingan jew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tiap kali rasa lonely, cuba &lt;b&gt;elakkan daripada buat benda2 yang boleh mengingatkan semula dengan si ex ni&lt;/b&gt;. dah tau lonely tu, tak payah lah nak baca2 balik text messages ex korang. bazir masa tau tak? you just hurt yourself even more. delete lah semua text messages tu tapi bfr delete tu, baca lah puas2. then delete. memang lah bila delete mesej tu bukan bermaksud korang dah boleh padamkan ex korang dalam hati tu. tapi buat apa nak simpan? nak baca bila rindu? tak payah nak rindu sangatlah, ex korang tak rindu kat korang pon. ada orang tanya, barang2 yang pernah ex korang kasi nak buang ke tak? bagi aku, tak payah lah buang. simpan buat kenangan. yelah, just imagine kalau ex korang pernah kasi korang baju CK ke, armani exchange ke, barang2 branded yang memahal, then korang nak buang? bapak lah membazir. kalau menyampah sangat nak tengok or pakai, baik korang jual je kat e-bay ke mudah.com ke. dapat duit tak gitu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b25USSCwOMI/Tv3TJaYeB-I/AAAAAAAABs8/mAzRSRE69J8/s1600/tumblr_lwzocclxEs1qjm9bpo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b25USSCwOMI/Tv3TJaYeB-I/AAAAAAAABs8/mAzRSRE69J8/s320/tumblr_lwzocclxEs1qjm9bpo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see. korang asyik2 menangis, asyik2 begging ex korang datang balik kat korang, padahal dorang dah memang tak pandang langsung pun. buat apa? bazir masa. dorang akan lebih puas tengok korang sedih. dorang akan rasa dorang dah menang. sebab apa? sebab dorang hidup happy je, korang pulak masih lagi terkial2 nak bangun balik. cuba tunjuk kat dia yang korang pon boleh move on gak. go find a new one. haha macam player pulak eh? tak lah. sebenarnya, salah satu cara untuk get over seseorang is by finding someone else to replace that person. :) kalau korang dapat jumpa the right one cepat2, lagi bagus. memang lah nampak macam desperate tapi actually benda tu membantu. trust me. at least, sikit lah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tapi ada certain people, jumpa ramaaaaai orang baru tapi still tak boleh move on jugak. tu kenapa pulak? maksudnya, korang tak jumpa the right one lagi.. dalam fasa selepas break up tu, korang akan tercari-cari sape sebenarnya yang boleh match dengan korang. ada orang, sekali jumpa dah terus jumpa the right one. ada pulak lepas berpuluh2 orang, baru boleh move on completely. depends lah kan. alhamdulillah, i've found 'mine' finally :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DIC3aglMXs/Tv3bMtT5PFI/AAAAAAAABtI/HUdtDM_viaA/s1600/tumblr_lww0iyUOWR1qitvdso1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DIC3aglMXs/Tv3bMtT5PFI/AAAAAAAABtI/HUdtDM_viaA/s320/tumblr_lww0iyUOWR1qitvdso1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sebenarnya semua ada dalam diri korang. korang nak pilih sama ada nak happy atau sedih, korang nak pilih sama ada nak hold on to the memories atau move on. korang pilih nak let go atau tak. tanya diri sendiri. tiada siapa pon boleh tolong korang melainkan diri korang sendiri. kalau korang nak happy, be happy. buat benda yang boleh buat korang happy. kalau korang nak move on, carik orang baru. as simple as that. hahaha memang lah cakap senang, nak buat nya susah. tapi fikir positif, okay? trust in yourself. kalau korang sendiri tak percaya diri sendiri, siapa lagi? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;salah satu kelebihan bila lepas break up ialah korang akan dapat lihat sape yang benar2 sayang kat korang, kesah pasal korang, yang akan sentiasa ada bila korang perlukan, sape true friends korang :) then korang akan sedar yang buat apa korang nak sedih2 lagi padahal korang ada &lt;b&gt;ramaaaaaaai &lt;/b&gt;lagi yang sayang korang, yang terima korang apa adanya. family never walk away. tu fakta. hubungan korang dengan family akan lebih rapat sebab korang ada lebih banyak masa nak luang sama2 and for sure dorang akan support korang. serious rasa disayangi :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS, bare in your mind that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqyoAHPP5u8/Tv3d81IsA5I/AAAAAAAABtg/x0u0_VHNo_Q/s1600/tumblr_lwz6lyK6AY1r7bt6to1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqyoAHPP5u8/Tv3d81IsA5I/AAAAAAAABtg/x0u0_VHNo_Q/s320/tumblr_lwz6lyK6AY1r7bt6to1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;b&gt;ALLAH WILL ALWAYS LISTEN&lt;/b&gt; :) yes. ingatlah &lt;b&gt;semua benda yang jadi ada hikmahnya&lt;/b&gt;. mungkin masa korang ada bf/gf dulu, hubungan korang dengan Tuhan tak berapa baik. bila lepas break ni, insyaALLAH relationship dengan Tuhan akan jadi lebih baik walaupun hubungan sesama manusia tak work out. bila sedih, carilah Dia. bila gembira, carilah Dia. buatlah solat2 sunat sebab solat tu sebenarnya salah satu cara nak berhubung dengan Allah. insyaALLAH korang akan jadi tenang. tenanggg and gembira sangat sampai tak terkata :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe aku ada terlepas few points yang aku nak tulis dalam post ni tapi aku harap korang sedar yang life is too short. live life happily, boleh? tak best lah asyik2 menangis je nanti hilang seri :) by the way, sorry for the harsh sentences ke apa. yelah, kalau cakap lembut2 nanti tak tertusuk sangat dalam hati. haha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sebenarnya tatau nak carik gambar interesting kat mana. so, cilok kat tumblr jelah eh :p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;till then.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-6484878113729781398?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/6484878113729781398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=6484878113729781398' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/6484878113729781398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>price tag cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a0c837abb2fc2c4f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0c837abb2fc2c4f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331315291%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48348BF53D8AD99631A38FA1CB9DBEF59C4BA212.51388DD953777F2C7E3A8500A9EC9A0FACBD84C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0c837abb2fc2c4f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbZdZmdsmFFzcwl2JA2eeV8tAyZQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is actually my second cover with hannani afandi. whenever we get bored, we'll plan to make a new cover. :) this is just for fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-7767162465605338878</id><published>2011-12-29T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:32:21.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clash lepas spm. mengapakah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKLVEvu7nvo/TvvIwEdc6GI/AAAAAAAABsA/ct604goiPZE/s1600/tumblr_lwu1io8l3V1qbpwzeo1_1280.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKLVEvu7nvo/TvvIwEdc6GI/AAAAAAAABsA/ct604goiPZE/s320/tumblr_lwu1io8l3V1qbpwzeo1_1280.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;assalamualaikum, :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;malam semalam was.. ergh nevermind. i can handle this alone. by the way, post kali ni, aku nak kongsi sikit pasal &amp;nbsp;kejadian menyayat hati yg berlaku belakangan ni. erk? just take a look at the title above la. &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clash lepas spm. mengapakah? &lt;/i&gt;maaf lah kepada sesiapa yang baru break. aku ada la a few of my friends yg baru lepas break up. i feel sorry for them tapi korang kena kuat tauuuu. sebab hidup lepas spm ni baru permulaan, bukannya bila dah break, everything's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kenapa jadi sebegini?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;benda ni sebenarnya common. aku rasa ramaiiiii kot yang pernah experience. ada yang dah couple bertahun2, tapi at the end of the day, break jugak. kadang2 terfikir gak, dorang tak sayang ke relationship tu? just imagine, dah bertahun2 kenal, need each other, gaduh punya gaduh, last2 break jugak. i've never been in their situation but i bet they must have their own specific reasons, kan?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gK7ppeDQy0c/TvvWAfv92eI/AAAAAAAABsM/CQEedzOF5OI/s1600/tumblr_lwtytns0p21qbpwzeo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gK7ppeDQy0c/TvvWAfv92eI/AAAAAAAABsM/CQEedzOF5OI/s320/tumblr_lwtytns0p21qbpwzeo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;i&gt;yes, i cilok from tumblr. hihi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;betul tak? mungkin sesetengah daripada kalangan mereka yang break lepas spm ni, dah jadi penat. penat sangat. sebab apa? sebab mungkin selalu sangat gaduh for the same reason. nak dekat tiap hari gaduh. last2, perasaan sayang tu bertukar jadi... tak rasa apa2. sebenarnya perasaan mcm tu lah yang paling orang tak suka. korang pernah tak rasa yang korang dah tak kesah pasal sesiapa pon, korang dah tak kesah kalau relationship tu dah tak work out dah. korang just nak jadi happy balik mcm dulu, bukan gaduh gaduh gaduh gaduh, nangis tiap malam, jerit kuat2 sambil tutup muka dengan bantal. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*eh macam aku je*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mungkin juga penat sebab asyik be the one yang mengalah, yang berkorban dalam relationship tu. memang lah, kena ada give and take. tapi takkan la kita sorang je yang kena make sure things work out. like, kes jealous. mungkin si perempuan ni kuat jealous sbb lelaki tu punya lah ramai kawan perempuan lain. perempuan ni pulak asyik makan hati tengok bf die ni asyik masyuk melayan perempuan lain padahal bf die layan perempuan lain ala kadar je. in this case, patutnya si perempuan ni kena control perasaan jealous tu sbb takut makan diri. kalau setakat si laki ni baik dengan bestfried perempuan die, takkan nak jealous gak? yang laki ni pulak, kena kurangkan bersosial dengan perempuan. sebab, yelah. kau dah ada awek dah weh. jaga la awek elok2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seperti yang kita sedia maklum &lt;i&gt;*cewah*&lt;/i&gt; hidup lepas spm ni memang sentiasa diimpikan oleh budak2 sekolah. yelah, sebab bila dah habis skola, kita freeee. free sikit jelah bagi aku sbb aku ni perempuan kan. kita leh wat ape2 je yg kita nak, no books dahh, and banyak gila plan dah dibuat bfr habis spm lagi. so bila dah penat menelaah, belajar bagai nak rak utk spm, hari lepas spm ni lah mmg hari yg kita nk revenge to the max untuk enjoy. selalunya lelaki lah yang lebih enjoy sikit, kannn? si lelaki ni pun pergi lah berseronok dengan kawan2 dia, lepak sana, lepak sini, bagi mesej tak reply and etc. kalau jenis perempuan yg controlling, si lelaki ni maybe akan fed up. tp kalau dapat awek jenis yg tak control sgt, kira lucky lah. cuma mostly dorang lupa something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;perempuan ni sebenarnya ciptaan Tuhan yg perlukan perhatian&lt;/b&gt;. dia faham kalau si lelaki ni busy all the time tapi at least, kena la spend masa sikit je untuk dia. tak kesah la kejap je pun. tak bermaksud kena jumpa face to face or text all the time. tak. ada sesetengah perempuan yang prefer diam and diam tapi bila sampai satu masa, dia akan rasa hubungan dia dengan si bf ni jauh and semakin jauh. sampailah satu tahap, si perempuan ni tak rasa diperlukan lagi, rasa jauh hati sangat. patutnya life after spm akan jadi another fresh start untuk dorang, bukannya makin lama rasa makin jauh mcm ni. then, tengok lah. akan terjadilah kes break up membreak up ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tapi in other way around, ada sesetengah cpl yang enjoy their relationship lepas spm. comel lah tengok. tapi bagi aku, kalau berkepit all the time pon tak best gak. yelah, masing2 ada life sndr kann. kadang2 kena ada masa untuk enjoy dgn family and friends, bukan 24/7 berkepit. *aku jealous? nahh* :/ maksudnya, kan elok kalau pandai balance kan masa dengan makwe/pakwe, keluarga, and rakan serta taulan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kepada mereka yang baru break up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9_WWZYTQxU/Tvvdzh7dWnI/AAAAAAAABsY/qVGjqIKRynw/s1600/tumblr_ltduqvAnvN1qc44f0o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9_WWZYTQxU/Tvvdzh7dWnI/AAAAAAAABsY/qVGjqIKRynw/s320/tumblr_ltduqvAnvN1qc44f0o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;i&gt;yes, i cilok from tumblr again :p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;awak takkan jumpa orang yang sebenar-benarnya untuk awak kalau awak susah nak lepaskan orang yang bukanlah untuk awak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. okay, bila translate pelik lak bunyi. jangan sedih2 okay sayang? aku ada banyak tips actually bg org baru lepas break. tapi tunggu next post lah (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;stay tuned.&lt;/b&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-7767162465605338878?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/7767162465605338878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKLVEvu7nvo/TvvIwEdc6GI/AAAAAAAABsA/ct604goiPZE/s72-c/tumblr_lwu1io8l3V1qbpwzeo1_1280.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-6722470338804814103</id><published>2011-12-28T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T22:19:15.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simple as ABC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i took almost 3 hours to finish editing diaryana. saya akan cuba sedaya upaya untuk mengedit blog ini dari semasa ke semasa. seriously saya cepat bosan. kalau template bfr this warna pink je nampak, sekarang ni jadi semua putih. putih itu suci kannn? tak suci awak rasa? oh, mungkin awak yang dah tak suci. opps, i mean fikiran awak lah. *pebenda aku merapu ni* but still, pink kesayangan taleh dipinggirkan. kan ada gak pink sikit2 :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by the way, kalau rasa lagu yg ada kat blog ni memekak, korang nampak tak dekat bawah tu ada music player panjanggg tu. haa tekan je stop button. by the way, someone gave me this link. aku edit blog ni based on tutorial yang dia kasi. mudah, padat dan mutakhir wa cakap lu. click lah sini ye,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lyssasecret.com/p/tutorial.html" target="_blank"&gt;tutorial blog terhebat.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sape yang tak suka wajah baru diaryana, ada aku kesah? hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-6722470338804814103?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/6722470338804814103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=6722470338804814103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/6722470338804814103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/6722470338804814103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/12/simple-as-abc.html' title='simple as ABC'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-2408930359230850445</id><published>2011-12-28T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:31:42.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R4Qagin-qPI/TvqMF-mfIGI/AAAAAAAABr0/DeEA_Bz7I38/s1600/tumblr_lw0gklh67Y1r5f0jbo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R4Qagin-qPI/TvqMF-mfIGI/AAAAAAAABr0/DeEA_Bz7I38/s320/tumblr_lw0gklh67Y1r5f0jbo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i moved on, he moved on too. someone just told me that he'd finally meet a girl who has replaced his previous ex. it's way faster that anyone can ever think, but i know him well. yeah, very well. i'm glad, knowing that he's no longer with that bitc* makes me relieve. because at least, she won't ever hurt my feelings and everyone else again. and this new girl... she's cute and wears hijab. alhamdulillah, i know he deserves someone better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;if you ask me either i still got feelings for him? the answer is no. i have no more feelings towards him and on top of that, i dont even remember his face, how he looks like, truthfully. i dont care. i dont give a damn. the only thing that i know is he used to be a part of me but not anymore. he has someone else in his life, same goes to me. i 've moved on, finally even though i took more than a year to completely kick him away and erase him from my mind. while he took only a few weeks to be with another girl. okay, as i said, i dont gv a damn anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i'm happy with someone else now. there were many guys who tried to catch my attention but only him successfully caught my heart.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; 'i'm enchanted to know him.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :') i know i keep on saying that&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; 'he's different' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;everytime i fall for a guy but this time, i mean it. i really mean it. he isn't as easy as any guys out there but i feel special everytime he's around. i can be myself in front of him, no 'control ayu' and etc. i can make stupid jokes or ugly faces and see him laughing.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i've believed that people come and go but as time flies, i also believe there's a person who'd been made for you. i'm just going with the flow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-2408930359230850445?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/2408930359230850445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=2408930359230850445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2408930359230850445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2408930359230850445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/12/move-on.html' title='move on.'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R4Qagin-qPI/TvqMF-mfIGI/AAAAAAAABr0/DeEA_Bz7I38/s72-c/tumblr_lw0gklh67Y1r5f0jbo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-1189774844079161636</id><published>2011-12-27T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:14:43.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku sudah gemuk tahap tenuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rynQ1-YJLS4/TvnXbjJq1JI/AAAAAAAABrQ/SNweYG2a7kE/s1600/DSC_6050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rynQ1-YJLS4/TvnXbjJq1JI/AAAAAAAABrQ/SNweYG2a7kE/s320/DSC_6050.JPG" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IxpK9eUpAqY/TvnXxwtYFVI/AAAAAAAABrY/_euWi21gq1k/s1600/DSC08753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" 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/&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bila aku tengok gambar2 kat atas ni.. aku rasa macam.. wow aku dah besar. haha tetibe. no lah, ni gambar tahun lepas. sebenarnya aku pun tak ingat bila aku capture pictures ni sume. these random pictures ni memang lah nampak gak kegemukan aku tapi kalau korang tengok aku sekarang... extremely fatter than this. memang sah mcm hippo. kalau dulu macam baby hippo sebab comel sikit, now dah macam kakak hippo. comel kurang sikit lah. erk. pipi sekarang aku dah terlebih tembam, syok cubit i know. erk. dagu aku yang tajam ni pon dah tak nampak ketara sangat. erk. double chin? sememangnya. erk. ape ke banyak kali erk daa -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;semalam masa keluar shopping, ada satu baju ni lawa sangat. padahal aku memang jenis susah nak berkenan bila tengok baju. but that one piece... memang cair tengok. at first nak angkut je sebab baju tu memang jenis yang loose but then i refused to take any risk sebab yelah, kalau tak muat memang duit terbang begitu saja bagai ditiup angin sepoi2 bahasa... *cengkerik2* then pergi la fitting. bila dah pakai tu, pergh muat! yes! tapi slecknya.. ketat dekat lengan.. aku tanak lah pakai baju ketat sangat nanti terkoyak pulak macam Hulk. so, dengan perasaan kecewa, aku pun letak lah balik. *memoriesdeleted* sedih ni. sob3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kawan2 pun dah cakap aku dah gemuk.. aku bukan apa, since aku operation hari tu, memang aku makan banyak sebab nak heal luka dalaman tu. and doktor cakap it takes almost four months to heal completely. lama kan. :/ nafsu makan bertambah, berat badan pon bertambah, lemak apatah lagi. semua dah ketat. mulai esok aku dah berazam nak jog tiap hari, skipping tiap hari, makan nasi sekali sehari. kalau kurus kan cantik tertarik aku mmg da bomb. okay perasan kbai. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;support me, okay :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-1189774844079161636?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/1189774844079161636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=1189774844079161636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/1189774844079161636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/1189774844079161636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/12/aku-sudah-gemuk-tahap-tenuk.html' title='aku sudah gemuk tahap tenuk'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rynQ1-YJLS4/TvnXbjJq1JI/AAAAAAAABrQ/SNweYG2a7kE/s72-c/DSC_6050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-4459933647771238934</id><published>2011-12-27T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:34:27.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey you, fool boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bv-HjHlNHb8/TvnJW51ysCI/AAAAAAAABq8/lByY-Z52GhI/s1600/tumblr_lnb79rxbEB1qcl6sfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bv-HjHlNHb8/TvnJW51ysCI/AAAAAAAABq8/lByY-Z52GhI/s320/tumblr_lnb79rxbEB1qcl6sfo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i really feel like killing someone. this one guy who'd already hurt my best friend, who never knew how hurtful she was when he let her down. don't you know how it feels like to be rejected? how could you choose to back out and break your promises after all those lies you had told her, after all the hope you gave her. nonsense. if you've found someone else to replace her anyway, you should have said it earlier. you're acting coward, boy and you're fool enough not to open your eyes. i'd once tell you that if you hurt her, i'll make sure you're 'dead'. no. i know she's my best friend and instead of it, she deserves to be happy. truth hurts, i bet she knows it. but hey boy, you just ruined our friendship, that's the worst part ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i almost cried while listening to her story. she spilled out without any sobbing and yeah, i know my girl is strong enough to handle this. do you know why i feel so very damn mad with that guy? because my best friend is innocent and loyal. she had been waiting for him for almost four years. four years! what did she get at the end of the day? frustration, sadness and nothing. i convinced her that she deserves someone way better, someone who knows how to appreciate, someone who knows how to hold his promises, someone who deserves her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i believe one day she'll find a good guy. i believe one day she'll be happy too, insyaAllah. don't stop praying, dear :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-4459933647771238934?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bv-HjHlNHb8/TvnJW51ysCI/AAAAAAAABq8/lByY-Z52GhI/s72-c/tumblr_lnb79rxbEB1qcl6sfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-7749910149814550360</id><published>2011-12-26T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:58:31.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lepaking di Sunway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8jcDI7wu8Y/Tvh2MsMSIJI/AAAAAAAABqc/WKD_978-sGU/s1600/380540_2105506457359_1836463450_1356308_73180666_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8jcDI7wu8Y/Tvh2MsMSIJI/AAAAAAAABqc/WKD_978-sGU/s320/380540_2105506457359_1836463450_1356308_73180666_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UN05U9PeDIA/Tvh2Nx5klcI/AAAAAAAABqk/C_q2BADsHz0/s1600/412593_2105599699690_1836463450_1356332_1098175465_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UN05U9PeDIA/Tvh2Nx5klcI/AAAAAAAABqk/C_q2BADsHz0/s320/412593_2105599699690_1836463450_1356332_1098175465_o.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hari ni hari yang agak memenatkan. seriously. ni pun tengah taip guna sebelah mata je bukak. erk, hiperbola betul. so hari ni aku, nani, apis, cik abe, akir and mijal pergi sunway naik public transport. best! ada experience naik bas mini for the first time. yeah, menyedihkan kannn. yelah sebab aku dari dulu mmg berazam tanak naik bas smpai bila2. lebih rela naik teksi. tapi bila naik bas mini tadi, especially ada apis yang memekak macam beruk sebab excited bunyi bas mini agak pelik, so aku pon excited sama! :D hihii now i know senang je camane nak g sunway naik public transport. kesian jugak aku ni ketinggalan -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;actual plan sebenarnya nak main ice skating. aku pon sebenarnya dah ada instinct yang ramai gila orang hari ni sebab yelah, public holiday kan. and memang betul. bila tengok ramai nak mati orang dalam tempat skate tu, terus terbantut niat. frust jugak sebab yelah, pergi jauh2 bukan senang. makan masa punya lama nak sampai sunway tu lagi. nk buat camane en. takde rezeki hari ni. patut keluar esok ke, lusa ke.. haih takpe takpe, next time, insyaAllah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lepas dah frust menonggeng sebab tak main skating, aku pun jalan2 lah, sambil teman cik abe cari barang dia. adila and sepupu and adik dia pulak pergi tempat lain. at first aku tanak shopping.. tapi apis always be the reason why i spend my money more than i have to. so... tadaaaaa. i bought one camel chiffon tapered pants and one long sleeve chiffon tee. aku tatau la material dia apa actually. pakai cakap je. tapi jenis kain sejuk tuu. yeaaaa, at least rasa tak rugi lah pergi jauh2 dengan kaki melecet tahap gila punya sakit.. hee&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then ktorang chow from sunway pukul 4.15 camtu and sampai rumah pukul... 6.30. coolio kan? haha tapi takpe, at least aku happy spend time dengan cik abe i and kawan2. but the problem is... now aku dah pokai.. camane nak hidup ni.. dah, jangan ajak aku keluar after this, kay. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Sunway'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8jcDI7wu8Y/Tvh2MsMSIJI/AAAAAAAABqc/WKD_978-sGU/s72-c/380540_2105506457359_1836463450_1356308_73180666_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-7200512504609004072</id><published>2011-12-25T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T23:44:54.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cousin's wedding :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eQfnCvBLJQ4/TvdBgGcXSmI/AAAAAAAABp8/fJqkNmvbCBE/s1600/DSC_1742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eQfnCvBLJQ4/TvdBgGcXSmI/AAAAAAAABp8/fJqkNmvbCBE/s320/DSC_1742.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sebenarnya aku takut nak jadi pengapit. eh bukan takut tapi malas gila. dengan keadaan aku yang tak mengizinkan ni. tapi disebabkan cousin tersayang punya permintaan, aku gagahkan jugak. eceh. takpe, pengalaman kan? aku tak make up pon. pakai celak pon tak nampak apa. biarlah natural beauty tak gitu? hik3 seronok jugak jadi pengapit. so dear friends, nak kawen nanti just ajak aku jelah jadi pengapit, kay? dah ada experience. hihi kbai :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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wedding :D'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-goSLZR1IGDs/TvdBJeSiBoI/AAAAAAAABo8/kPHyUmo3y1A/s72-c/DSC_1554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-7745683885407103326</id><published>2011-12-25T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:29:32.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selamat hr lahir, abang sayangg :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4V3IztVtDU/TvcfsKJz2SI/AAAAAAAABoQ/xDrEoYYTO7A/s1600/25122011059.jpg" 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IBRAHIM :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;demi Allah aku bangga sebab dikurniakan abang yang sangat menyayangi aku. dia selalu inginkan yang terbaik untuk aku. alhamdulillah kerana dia sangat peka akan agamaku and even dia selalu tegur ayah dan ibu kalau ada benda yang berkaitan dengan agama. memang lah dia larang aku macam2 and suruh aku buat macam2 contohnya pakai tudung tutup dada and jangan nak menyanyi letak kat fb. kalau bab pakai tudung tutup dada tu i'm working on it. cuma belum istiqamah lagi, bab post video menyanyi kat fb tu... nanti lah :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so here it goes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm so proud to have you as my brother. abang yang sangat bertanggungjawab kepada keluarganya, abang yang sangat mementingkan agama lebih dari segalanya. alhamdulillah. aku bersyukur. selalunya kalau abang ada rumah, sebelum tidur dia akan kiss me on the cheek hihi i know he loves me. and bila birthday, mesti ada present. masa aku masuk hospital dulu pun, abang belikan bantal star comel sangat. hihihi untung sapa dapat abang. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, semoga panjang umur ye bang. and... cepat2 kawen! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-7745683885407103326?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/7745683885407103326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=7745683885407103326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/7745683885407103326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/7745683885407103326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/12/selamat-hr-lahir-abang-sayangg-d.html' title='selamat hr lahir, abang sayangg :D'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4V3IztVtDU/TvcfsKJz2SI/AAAAAAAABoQ/xDrEoYYTO7A/s72-c/25122011059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-4035381360699180350</id><published>2011-12-25T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:09:04.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masa depan yang tak berapa pasti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySkNk0B03Vk/TvXlTeekI7I/AAAAAAAABng/SknzKSzgL68/s1600/392479_297901873561228_100000242527332_1208980_651575507_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySkNk0B03Vk/TvXlTeekI7I/AAAAAAAABng/SknzKSzgL68/s320/392479_297901873561228_100000242527332_1208980_651575507_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;assalamualaikum :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kali ni malas nak speaking lah. mari kita menggunakan bahasa baku dalam bahasa melayu, jom? hihi. baiklah, saya bukannya buang tebiat, cuma kadang2 saya rasa saya lebih gemar menggunakan percakapan dalam bahasa inggeris berbanding bahasa melayu terutamanya ketika di rumah. bajet? oh tidak. cuma saya ingin mempelbagaikan bahasa kerana bahasa itu indah. alamak annoying sungguh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;back to the real me. *bahasa rojak mode* tet tet tet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;baiklah. actually, perasaan hati ni gundah gulana iguana bila fikir pasal masa depan. yelah, aku ni takde cita2 even this lately ni rasa nak ikut jejak langkah ayah. ayah lecturer in Universiti Malaya. mengajar course Bahasa and belajar sampai dapat phD. yeah, family aku memang penuh dengan budi bahasa kecuali aku lah. aku ni kasar sikit hihi. no, i mean, ibu works as a teacher, mengajar bahasa melayu while ayah, lecturer, ajar bahasa melayu tahap tinggi punya. so harap2 ada lah sikit bakat mengajar ni dapat diturunkan kat aku. tapi en, bila aku mengajar orang, aku perasan susah orang nak faham. maksudnya apa? :( kalau ada rezeki, nak belajar sampai dapat phD. aku dah target by the age 30 dah dapat phD, insyaAllah :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cakap pasal mengajar ni.. aku actually nak apply jadi cikgu. tapi aku terlalu busy till now tak hantar resume yang aku dah print out lebih dari seminggu. hannani dah hantar dulu, and dah dapat call pun untuk go for interview. aku frust actually, tapi takpelah. maybe rezeki di tempat lain. aku pun dah apply Kumon tuition center dekat Cheras Perdana tapi orang tu cakap dia tak perlukan pekerja till early next year. so i have to wait. i really have to work sebab tanak susahkan parents aku lagi.. yelah, dah nak dekat 1k++ wasted on me sebab lesen. bila dah dapat kerja nanti, nak guna duit sendiri untuk repeat test.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cakap pasal lesen kereta.. Allah knows how much i feel disappointed with myself. aku boleh drive dah, seriously. bila practice, perfect. cuma everytime jpj test, mesti aku blank and gugup. aku malu sebenarnya nak cakap dah bape kali aku fail. tapi tu hakikat. actually, aku dah fail 4 kali. amek kau. hahaha. first test tu, jalanraya and litar fail. second test, aku lulus jalanraya with marks 19/20. nasib aku dapat jpj muka gatal haha. and aku fail parking all the time. cuma the latest one, aku fail bukit. aku agak terkejut sbb fail bukit that i can admit, makanan aku. sebab aku tak pernah fail bukit before this. mungkin Allah nak tunjuk yang kita tak boleh riak, dan Dia saja yg berkuasa. yelah, aku dah over confident sangat leh lulus. sekali bila jpj bertugas marah aku, aku terus blank and tak ingat step. so yeah, i failed again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;just so you know, everytime repeat aku kena bayar rm180. so estimate la bape banyak dah bazir. aku betul2 nak lesen sebab nak tolong ibu. ayah tak boleh drive dah so tiap kali nak pergi mana2, memang ibu yang drive. aku kesian kat ibu tapi.. :( huuuu, ada hikmah, insyaAllah.. aku tak boleh give up. aku kena kuat. chaiyok!! either than lesen, aku tetiba asyik fikir pasal result spm. oh man, i know i just spoiled your mood *ni untuk budak baru pas spm lah* bila tengok juniors dah dapat result untuk pmr, kecut perut aku fikir lagi 3 bulan je nak keluar result. walaweh, sekarang ni pemeriksa tengah marking lagi. tp yang aku tau, BM paper dah habis mark. mcm mana aku tau? mestilah tau sebab... mak aku cikgu. hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;alhamdulillah results juniors SMKBTHO2 batch 2011 yang amik pmr lagi hebat dari batch aku dulu. tahun ni 87 orang. not bad la kan? meningkat from year to year. cik abe aku pulak dah buat hypothesis sendiri yang berbunyi, ''semakin meningkat tahun, semakin ramai budak dapat straight a's" haha this boy :) i'm so proud of em tapi yang seronoknya bila budak yang bernama Zulaikha dapat straight A's gak. hahaha walaupun budak ni sangat menguji kesabaran, but she's a nice girl. berkat kesabaran aku melayan karenah budak ni kot haha. ily lah :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;entahlah.. nak dekat semua paper aku tak confident.. aku bersyukur ayah and ibu tak pernah push aku sampai aku stres. dorang takut aku sakit lagi so yeah. tapi aku tau dorang put high hope. dorang selalu gak tanya apa yang aku target utk spm and aku just ckp, 'tahlah. mira tak harap sangat. tp doa la straight A's' amin.. aku dah buat yang terbaik, tinggal tawakal. okay how about we stop 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-7400902726114241922</id><published>2011-12-24T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T21:55:28.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F6hArHOvouU/TvXZGWcTehI/AAAAAAAABnU/21zJYQAznhQ/s1600/409755_2679681984060_1016587069_3031730_1323413136_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F6hArHOvouU/TvXZGWcTehI/AAAAAAAABnU/21zJYQAznhQ/s320/409755_2679681984060_1016587069_3031730_1323413136_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum and hi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i would like to thank to my dear readers who still keep on updating what i've been writing in diaryana. it's pleasure to know that there are ppl who love reading my writings and insyaAllah i'll try to improve anyway :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-7400902726114241922?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/7400902726114241922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=7400902726114241922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/7400902726114241922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/7400902726114241922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/12/assalamualaikum-and-hi-first-of-all-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F6hArHOvouU/TvXZGWcTehI/AAAAAAAABnU/21zJYQAznhQ/s72-c/409755_2679681984060_1016587069_3031730_1323413136_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-7489400040207203692</id><published>2011-12-23T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:08:17.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hate forcing people and i hate to be forced as well. but don't you think it's kinda sad when you don't know anything about the ones you concern about? i should've realized that i don't have a right to know everything. just so you know, i don't feel important anymore. it's okay. as long as you're fine without my help, it's okay then. while me, myself will try to adapt with this one fact that you don't actually need me. allrite then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-7489400040207203692?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/7489400040207203692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=7489400040207203692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/7489400040207203692'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iY8uqc_Fosk/TvNbtGUWntI/AAAAAAAABnI/uUMRa0d12GY/s1600/tumblr_lvoqi0TF8p1qarvg9o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="72" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iY8uqc_Fosk/TvNbtGUWntI/AAAAAAAABnI/uUMRa0d12GY/s320/tumblr_lvoqi0TF8p1qarvg9o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'people come and go'.&lt;/b&gt; that's the reason why i never put high hope in every single person i've known. because i'm afraid they might walk away one day just like those who used to be important to me. i took almost more than a year to move on with my 'new' life. it's hard to move on, i admit and it gets harder when people that you need the most aren't there with you, to hold your back, to be your loyal listener. i've tried to stop depending on others and still i am. as people come and go, i deserve to feel insecure. when you'd give your whole heart to someone and he left, you would keep on asking why and blame on yourself. and that's the most painful feeling of all, when someone left you without any reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'patience has its limits.'&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;i ain't a type of girl who will wait 'forever'. i might wait for someone because he's worth it. but who knows someday, i would be too tired of waiting, too tired of staying strong, too tired of getting hurt. i don't even have any clues what would we turn out to be in our future. &amp;nbsp;i'm &amp;nbsp;just going with the flow. there are times when i feel like i really have to hold on, then in a blink of eyes, i feel like giving up. however, i believe in fate. even they're bitches who'd try to break us apart, all i know is we love each other and those bitches can keep on doing their job cause we don't even give a damn. if &amp;nbsp;we were meant to be together, then no matter what happens, we'll not gonna be separated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'i just wanna be happy.'&lt;/b&gt; i'm not ashamed to admit that i cry everyday since these past few days. everytime tears roll down from my cheeks, i force myself to stop crying. no. doesn't mean when a girl cries, she is weak. no. for a girl like me, in a way to soothe myself when i feel bad, i just cry. cry is a mixture of various kind of feelings; depression, sadness, confusion and etc. that's the only way to make me feel better, instead of seeking for God. truth be told, when someone is weeping, please dont ask her to stop. because it would be more painful to bare. just let her be, give a warm hug and comforting words. at least, she feels that she's &amp;nbsp;not alone, she has someone to lean on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'i wanna feel special to someone.'&lt;/b&gt; i know every girl dreams to be an important person to someone, to be treated like a princess, to be loved back, to be the reason why he smiles. i feel special. yes, i do. i can't even resist how easily he can make me smile and mad at the same time. but i really hope all guys know how much we hate to be ignored, and when you don't reply our texts, we just.. hate it. sometimes girls can be a lil bit controlling and annoying, but that shows how much we care abt you. we get jealous easily, but that shows how much we love you. we love to see you happy cause when you're happy, we'll totally feel the same. just.. somehow we wish you would be here when we need you, we're deadly wanna spend time with you even once in a week, at least. sometimes we feel like we're not important, and you've ditched us to be with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'i'll be okay.'&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;actually... i'm not okay. i'm not okay. and i don't know when would i be allright again. when they ask me either i'm okay or not, i'll just pretend that i'm fine and put a fake smile on my face. i'm sorry for not being honest. it hurts to bare this all alone yet i prefer to keep it by myself. no one needs to know. i believe one day i'll be happy again. i believe one day everything's gonna be allright... *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-6800864998509060295?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iY8uqc_Fosk/TvNbtGUWntI/AAAAAAAABnI/uUMRa0d12GY/s72-c/tumblr_lvoqi0TF8p1qarvg9o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-5664725732701273787</id><published>2011-12-22T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T22:27:35.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jamuan kelas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alhamdulillah, i'm happy today :) spend time dengan adila, mimah, nad, laila, hana, ayep and jumpa classmates balik. rinduuuu sangat dorang :') so the party was fun tapi aku kena balik awal sebab ada hal. so banyak gak lah terlepas mcm performance, and award semua tu. nasib aku tak kena perform even ada requests. lepas makan, luqman aka ketua kelas pasang video drama, video merdeka from spm, video masa g rumah anak yatim. awwwhh sho shad :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even tak ramai datang, but i had fun. ni sebahagian gambar :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OtrMiq17qJU/TvM7zCRCYXI/AAAAAAAABks/wuV46uWxTLQ/s1600/DSC_1398-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OtrMiq17qJU/TvM7zCRCYXI/AAAAAAAABks/wuV46uWxTLQ/s320/DSC_1398-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1drWIuCk3UU/TvM8SnD-d6I/AAAAAAAABk8/07HZ0BeENjE/s1600/DSC_1380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 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aku okay ke tak. then takkan aku nk cakap aku tak okay. hahaha entah. mungkin lupa cara nak senyum ikhlas kot :/ haih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-5664725732701273787?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/5664725732701273787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=5664725732701273787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/5664725732701273787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx-zbSXXxuI/TvHtO4ji8cI/AAAAAAAABkg/Bx1TjRvVeEE/s1600/8355985c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx-zbSXXxuI/TvHtO4ji8cI/AAAAAAAABkg/Bx1TjRvVeEE/s1600/8355985c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i've done editing my blog at last. :) yeah, i bet you'd already know how much i like pink. don't ask me why. maybe because i'm nothing more and less than a typical, girly type of &amp;nbsp;girl i guess :) hihi no, i ain't saying that every girl likes pink. even a few of my friends DO hate pink. when they started to mock me for being too girlish and etc, i just let them talking. so what? haha :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;oh hey, do check my tumblr,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://yanamia.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://yanamia.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-1098835360573282248?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/1098835360573282248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;duh, aku tak tau lah kenapa everytime aku fikir pasal this girl ni mesti sebak. hahahaa :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i love this girl so much. aku rasa macam bersyukur gila dapat kenal and rapat dengan dia ni since awal tahun till now. tahun lepas, aku janji aku akan teman dia and takkan tinggalkan dia sorang2 and i kept my promise. since first day masuk sekolah, kitorang duduk sebelah2 dalam kelas. padahal nak kata rapat sangat sebelum ni pun, aku rasa ramai lg kawan die yg die lagi rapat. then from day to day, our friendship was getting stronger. macam2 benda ktorg buat. daripada benda yang paling 'menjijikkan' hinggalah benda yang paling buat aku pecah perut sebab gelak banyak sangat. *glup glup* &amp;nbsp;throughout this whole year, i admit my life didn't turn out really well. and sama jugak untuk dia. so bila ada masalah, aku datang sekolah, tahan sebak di dada and terus spill out. she was there to listen, carefully. dia tak menyampuk, dia just dengar dengan buat muka innocent dia tu and then baru luahkan pendapat. aku rasa tenang sekejap. and truth be told, dia sorang jelah kawan yang aku boleh nangis depan2 bila tiap kali luah perasaan. i dont know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;kitorang pernah nangis sama2 sebab takut one day masing2 akan terpisah, takut one day semua orang berubah, takut one day kita tak kenal satu sama lain dah bila masing2 dah ada kawan baru, takut spm. and ktorg even pernah nangis sama2 sebab overloaded with happiness and bersyukur sebab kenal each other. ktorang share the same interests. fashion terutamanya. dia dengan her own style, and aku dgn style aku. bila ada benda yg ada kait-mengait dgn fashion, nnt die mesti kongsi sama. even pasal agama pun. kalau aku rasa down, nnt dia nasihat suroh aku believe in Allah and etc. aku rasa tenang. aku tau dia lah kawan aku yg boleh bawak aku ke syurga, insyaAllah. kadang2 bila aku give up nak hidup, dia akan support aku. dia faham aku. gambar kelas tahun ni, dia ada tulis aku as her 'lifesaver' and 'sweat forever'. bila aku tanya kenapa sweat, dia ckp sbb apa benda yg paling dekat dgn kita? 'sweat' la en. hahahaa well, ktorg mmg gilo. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i miss our times together. i miss jadi budak first lari2 keluar kelas and turun tangga bila loceng bunyi macam budak tadika with her. i miss her goodbye kisses and hug. i miss tukar tempat bila dia panas. yelah sebab aku duduk tepi tingkap. i miss merajuk dgn dia and buat muka bila aku kena ditched. i miss *glupglup*. i miss buat muka hodoh dengan dia. i miss crying while sharing our problems together. i miss listening to her laugh yg macam.... *erk* haha. i miss everything abt her. hahaha macam lesbo pulak :p Allah je tahu betapa bersyukurnya aku kenal dia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear adila,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kau tau en kau penting dlm hidup aku. if one day aku berubah drastically, can you promise me that you will stay? aku tau aku selalu cakap pasal mati and etc. tapi if one day Allah tarik nyawa aku awal, can you promise me that you will pray for me always? sometimes aku rasa mcm nak label kau as 'my guardian angel' hahaa entah la :') thanks for being there when i need you, thanks for your honest thoughts, thanks for your comforting words, thanks for the hugs and kisses when i need someone to hold my back, thanks for making me realized that life is worth to live in, happily. and thanks sebab kau buat aku sedar ramai lagi yang sayangkan aku. Allah sayang aku, family aku sayang aku and kau sayang aku. :') Allah je boleh balas jasa kau :) love you, momo, my sweetie sweat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-923672248936735312?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/923672248936735312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=923672248936735312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/923672248936735312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/923672248936735312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/12/nur-adila.html' title='nur adila :)'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2_BQxq9oZo/TvCTwq_f0DI/AAAAAAAABkQ/QmgotauQT0A/s72-c/316298_2330392312975_1644757224_2262067_1592828648_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-2404138914755583154</id><published>2011-12-20T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T21:39:17.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know what? aku dah tak kesah apa nak jadi. i'm just going with the flow. aku tak fikir lagi apa nak buat in future, apa course nak amik kat universiti, apa orang fikir pasal diri aku yang makin 'mengembang' ni, bila aku nak dapat lesen and etc. sebab macam penat sangat fikir satu benda yang tak pasti. i'm holding on, for sure. aku redha dengan apa yang jadi this lately and aku mengaku kadang2 aku putus harapan. aku takut. ada la beberapa kawan aku je yang sentiasa memahami. i admit, hubungan aku dengan certain of my friends pon dah renggang this lately. sebab aku tak contact sesape pon except dekat twitter or fb. tu pun aku takkan start the conversation dulu. i just wanna avoid from answering those 'spooky' questions. haha spooky? kot lah. and i'm a type of person yang kalau dah rasa jauh sikit antara satu sama lain, aku takkan carik jalan nak get back like we used to be. nak rapat balik? susah. bukan salah aku, bukan salah dia. they moved on with their lives, good for them. but sometimes i feel like i ain't needed at all. yup, perasaan maybe. i'm a type of person yang suka rebel when it comes to something that i hate, or dislike. so bila aku rasa tak puas hati sikit, aku akan gertak. yeah, i hate myself. buat masa sekarang ni, aku tak answer phone calls or jawab text message yang tak berapa nak urgent sangat. i'm sorry. cuma aku tak rasa nak baik dengan sesiapa sekarang ni. see, now you can see the evil side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entah la... i'm just too tired of getting hurt over and over again.. sekarang aku prefer duduk kat rumah, spend time dengan family.. kalau keluar pun, just dgn close friends. plan2 yang dah aku plan tu aku biarkan dulu. bila semua back to normal, then aku akan make sure jadi la kan. tak tak tak. aku bukan nak ditch korang ke apa. tak.. cuma kasi la aku masa. nnt aku okay la balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this time being, aku just taip benda yang terlintas dalam hati aku. sebab dah tatau kat mana nak spill out dah. sorry if ada yang terasa ke apa. cuma inilah yang aku rasa sekarang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-2404138914755583154?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/2404138914755583154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JlzKk4cQiPo/Tu3mjAF34MI/AAAAAAAABi4/o13cRutH1_E/s1600/DSC_0913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JlzKk4cQiPo/Tu3mjAF34MI/AAAAAAAABi4/o13cRutH1_E/s320/DSC_0913.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;nikah.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHwHwcydl_Y/Tu3mlyBJfNI/AAAAAAAABjA/Dzoa3mCSa_U/s1600/DSC_0975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHwHwcydl_Y/Tu3mlyBJfNI/AAAAAAAABjA/Dzoa3mCSa_U/s320/DSC_0975.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sayang ayah. please be okay again.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nT8rZxlab2k/Tu3mpijD74I/AAAAAAAABjI/BTAYJ63eRx4/s1600/DSC_1026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nT8rZxlab2k/Tu3mpijD74I/AAAAAAAABjI/BTAYJ63eRx4/s320/DSC_1026.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;first time perform depan family. they were amazed hahaa tp pitching lari&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2r5hmJJJ2m4/Tu3mqRtELwI/AAAAAAAABjM/FRTZ3QnGREc/s1600/DSC_1108-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2r5hmJJJ2m4/Tu3mqRtELwI/AAAAAAAABjM/FRTZ3QnGREc/s320/DSC_1108-1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was in charged for guest book&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEsHBX0h_44/Tu3mtGnfu_I/AAAAAAAABjY/0ptt3daECHQ/s1600/DSC_1246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEsHBX0h_44/Tu3mtGnfu_I/AAAAAAAABjY/0ptt3daECHQ/s320/DSC_1246.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8gLOXzf0uhI/Tu3mtwx3n9I/AAAAAAAABjc/bsB6SZxTP7g/s1600/DSC_1327-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8gLOXzf0uhI/Tu3mtwx3n9I/AAAAAAAABjc/bsB6SZxTP7g/s320/DSC_1327-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;si gemuk kena diet secepat yang mungkin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TF2GO9jodwk/Tu3mxPurmRI/AAAAAAAABjo/nUS8Wx2149w/s1600/DSC_1344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TF2GO9jodwk/Tu3mxPurmRI/AAAAAAAABjo/nUS8Wx2149w/s320/DSC_1344.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;complete family :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGEwVEYYXus/Tu3mx1_9-ZI/AAAAAAAABjs/WtMUxH-hcA0/s1600/DSC_1352-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGEwVEYYXus/Tu3mx1_9-ZI/AAAAAAAABjs/WtMUxH-hcA0/s320/DSC_1352-1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Rt1IUx4Tiw/Tu3m1_TWkXI/AAAAAAAABj4/4kx-9rrwSvM/s1600/DSC_1359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Rt1IUx4Tiw/Tu3m1_TWkXI/AAAAAAAABj4/4kx-9rrwSvM/s320/DSC_1359.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;anak ibu ayah , of course hihi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tahun depan ada lagi sepupu nak kahwin. how fast time flies. dulu ingat lain main kejar2, sekarang ada yang nak kahwin dah :') masa aku akan tiba, insyaAllah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-2621621595929941769?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/2621621595929941769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=2621621595929941769' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-7414603832892680163</id><published>2011-12-15T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:12:53.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just wanna make things clear. i've been single for one year, 9 months and 24 days. wow. for a girl like me, i'm a lil bit aware when it comes to date. memang la kadang2 lupa birthday kawan2 and thanks lah kepada fb sebab kalau takde fb, aku bukan tau sangat birthday kawan aku. tapi, kalau best friends ingat lah en. gila kau tak ingat , tak pasal2 dapat title 'kawan lupa kawan' or maybe, 'kawan tak kenang budi sebab masa birthday kau dulu aku siap buat surprise party tapi masa birthday aku boleh pulak kau tak ingat'. eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tahu mcm mana perasaan bila kawan baik tak ingat important date dalam hidup kita. macam birthday ni lah. and yeah, aku dah selalu rasa. memang la tipu ah cakap kalau tak terasa. apa tak nya, datang2 sekolah je sume buat dek je. dah la aku selalu datang awal pagi, then no greetings at all. bila ada sorang ni yang ingat, barulah the others mcm... 'OH, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DIYANA!' takpelah, aku terima hakikat tu. sebab mmg selalunya birthday aku kena masa hari ujian bulanan. almost tiap tahun. so ada sebab munasabah dorang tak ingat. *kot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selalunya perempuan lebih aware pasal important dates ni. macam first time couple, bila break, anniversary and all that. i admit i miss countdown monthly anniversary. those yang memang baca blog aku dari dulu tahu lah kot tiap bulan aku update pasal anniversary ni. hahaa yeah, kinda pathetic tapi entahhh. aku seronok bila fikir. mungkin masa tu aku berharap dari bulan ke bulan boleh bertukar ke tahun? i dont know. okay mmg menyedihkan gila aku ni dulu. last2 tak sampai setahun pon sebab aku suka wat hal. seee, i still keep on blaming myself. okayyyyyyyy, cut it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan ni yang aku nak cakapkan actually. aku nak jelaskan status relationship aku di sini sebab ramai beranggapan yang bukan2. aku dah couple lah, aku dah clash la. padahal... baiklah, memang i have someone. special lah. special sangat. but tak official kan ke apa. lagi comfortable mcm ni. kalau ada jodoh, ada lah. i don't know how to describe him. enough to say that dia *tutt* aku, aku *tutt* die. hihi malu nak mengaku. biasa lah, realiti hidup mana boleh manis je. kadang2 kena masam sikit, masin sikit. faham tak? maksudnya ada upside down la. but all i know is he doesn't wanna give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to change so that things would be so much better than before.die tak pernah mintak aku berubah. just aku sedar sendiri sikap aku. tapi kalau nak compare dgn previous relationship.. better kot. i just need time, that's all. i dont wanna put high hope on this. aku just percaya pada takdir. mungkin terlampau awal nak assume sume benda ni. tapi tak salah kan kalau nak berharap? peranan doa tu penting. dari sekarang dah kena doa semoga jumpa jodoh dengan orang yang baik2 dan beriman, insyaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-7414603832892680163?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/7414603832892680163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=7414603832892680163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/7414603832892680163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/7414603832892680163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-just-wanna-make-things-clear.html' title=''/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-5833717235036157478</id><published>2011-12-14T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T00:06:41.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue</title><content type='html'>i thought life after spm would be better than before, but then it turned out all the way around. i was clueless. maybe i was wrong somewhere but i still cant figure out why. truth be told, i wasn't allright these past few days, or maybe weeks? i was totally crashed on almost every single thing, even about a littlest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've realized that no matter what happens, i cannot depend on others. because they won't stick with me forever. there are times when i need someone the most, but no one comes to lend a hand. then i'll end up getting frustrated about people around me. they shouldn't be blamed at the first place at all. i've grown up. i should have known how to handle this mess by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truth be told, i'm not a very open person. i share my personal problems with those who can be trusted. yeah i admit, i hv a lot of friends and they're totally a nice person to get along with, as maybe certain of you know that i ain't friendly to everyone in real life. i 'choose' my close friends. i trust them, i love them. yet sometimes i just wanna keep a distance between me and them because the feeling of not being needed hurts me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sacrifice. yeah, i need to sacrifice so that i'll be happy again. this decision is not an option. even i might regret in the future, but i'm pretty much sure i'll be satisfied at the end of the day. recently, someone told me that i think about others more than i think about myself. i concern about people so much, i trust people so easily, i depend on them in almost everything even though i realize that i have to be independent someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've 'lost' a best friend. he once was the one who cheered me up when i felt blue, the one who used to put a smile on my face. he has changed. and i hate him for that. thinking of how much i'd support him behind his back after all these years and he payed me with his hurtful act. i cried. i ain't ashamed to admit, but i miss the old him. why don't you just stop hurting your friends, boy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since that moment, i've decided not to give a damn about others. i'm living life to the fullest with my family, him and those certain people. they appreciate me, they need me. why should i bother about those who don't act like one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-5833717235036157478?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/5833717235036157478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=5833717235036157478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/5833717235036157478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/5833717235036157478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/12/blue.html' title='blue'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-1565038927465584620</id><published>2011-12-07T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:59:07.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kan best kalau jadi ustazah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;title nak pelik je. pelik ke? hahaha entah la. lately ni aku asyik mengaku diri aku ni ustazah. mana tahu one day aku ditakdirkan jadi ustazah. ustazah yg versatile. and ramai orang dok panggil aku ustazah. kalau mulut dorang masin, alhamdulillah. tapi sebenarnya tak payah jadi ustazah kalau ye pun. janji kita jadi org yang berguna, orang yg mengamalkan cara hidup Islam, and sentiasa letak Allah yang pertama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baru2 ni aku ada pergi ceramah agama dengan ibu dekat sebuah rumah banglo ni. kat Arca. owner die mmg kaya la kan nama pon duduk kat rumah banglo. yang aku respect nya, owner ni pasangan yang memang dah pencen la kan. dorang ni akan panggil ustaz2 datang rumah dorang and panggil orang ramai join. tapi untuk perempuan jelah. best sangat. tiap hari ustaz2 lain. tapi dorang buat dari hari isnin sampai jumaat la. masa cuti sekolah ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tapi sayangnya aku sempat join 3 kali kelas je.. sebab mmg kelas agama ni dah nak habis dah sbb dah hujung tahun kan. first time pergi, ustaz yang pertama ni ada cakap pasal hukum pegang al-Quran. sama ada perlu ada wuduk ke tak. pape hal pon aku nak ckp sorry dulu sbb tak ingat dari hadis and ayat al-Quran mana yang ustaz ni rujuk. tp dia ada cakap, ada satu ayat ni mmg ustaz2 and ulama2 kat malaysia ni pegang kalau ada orang tanya. tapi sebenarnya, ayat tersebut ditujukan oleh Allah kepada malaikat. iaitu al-Quran yang berada di Luh Mahdfuz hendaklah disentuh dgn adanya wuduk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maksudnya, kalau manusia pegang al-Quran without wuduk pon boleh sebenarnya. sedangkan ada kisah zaman Rasulullah dulu, isteri baginda memegang dan membaca al-Quran di hadapan baginda ketika dia sedang datang bulan. Rasulullah tak larang. and ustaz tu cakap lah, pandangan ulama' sume berbeza2. mereka mungkin ada sebab tersendiri kenapa mereka cakap wajib berwuduk kalau baca al-Quran. mungkin salah satu sebab, yelah al-Quran tu kan suci. jadi berwuduk tu mungkin menunjukkan yg kita hormat kitab yang Allah turunkan kat manusia ni. pape pon, ikut keyakinan hati kay? kalau tak yakin, berwuduklah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lagi. ustaz yang kedua ni pulak.. jap jap lupa pulak. oh dia ada kasi petua. petua kalau nak bersama dengan suami. ni tatau la nak share kat sini ke tak. tapi ustaz tu cakap selamba kedek je. siap ingatkan lagi suro pesan kat anak2. so.. lek2 la ek. ustaz tu pesan, kalau nak dapat anak yang dengar cakap, sopan-santun, baik tingkah laku, lepas dah bersama tu, si suami tak boleh tinggalkan isteri sorang2. sampailah isteri tu lepaskan si suami tu. maksudnya.. errm, pahamkanlah sendiri. hahaha. apa lagi eh.. adoi lupa la. ustaz yang ketiga pulak yang aku ingat.. dia ada kasi ayat pengasih.. nak? surah yusuf, ayat.... tet rahsia takleh gtau :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sedihnya lah sebab sempat pergi 3 kali je.. :( tapi takpelah, janji ada la pengisian masa cuti ni. join geng makcik2 and orang2 kaya yang ingat hari Akhirat nanti. semua ni sebenarnya aku saje nak kongsi.. aku nak post coretan aku &amp;nbsp;ni pon aku fikir banyak kali. yelah, before this dah kena kutuk dgn orang. dorg cakap aku ni riak la ape lah.. simpang. aku doa sangat2 moga Allah jauhkan sikap riak, ujub dan takbur ni. tak cium bau syurga, nauzubillah. tapi takpela, Allah je yang tahu semua. die tahu niat aku apa. so, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-1565038927465584620?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/1565038927465584620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=1565038927465584620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/1565038927465584620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/1565038927465584620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/12/kan-best-kalau-jadi-ustazah.html' title='kan best kalau jadi ustazah'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-8064902484502382909</id><published>2011-12-05T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:02:04.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes the rainbow after the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hN22KM-1oKI/TtziI2Ih1lI/AAAAAAAABiw/slYM1x1Z1OI/s1600/l.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hN22KM-1oKI/TtziI2Ih1lI/AAAAAAAABiw/slYM1x1Z1OI/s320/l.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have you ever felt like you just wanna spend you whole day, laying on your comfortable bed and cuddle with your pillows and blanket? have you ever felt like you didnt wanna do anything instead of staying frozen in your own room? you didnt bother about what happened around you and all you wish was being somewhere else, or maybe in your own dreamland. you were too afraid to face reality cause everytime you thought about it, it made you fall to pieces. you chose to stay in the dark and let your feelings flowed out with the rythm of your favorite songs. you tried to dry your tears everytime you looked at the reflection of yourself in front of the mirror, but you couldnt stop it. on the other hand, you felt like there was a sudden urge to weep even more till your eyes went red and you were barely breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you needed someone to be with you. so much. you browsed thru your contacts in your phone. you needed to spill out everything, you needed a hug.. but then you decided to keep than to tell because you thought you were all alone. alone in the dark.. then you fell asleep. because you were too tired of staying alive. besides, that was the only way to skip from the pain as every drop of your tears tore your heart apart. and it was.. painful. the next day, you realized that you were still alive. for the first time in your life, you wished you never woke up from your dreams. you wanted to sleep till your messed up life went back to normal again. you wanted them to come back. the feeling of losing them would be the last thing you wanted to feel.&amp;nbsp;you couldnt see your future without them, the ones you loved the most, the ones you would be dying for, the ones who used to bring happiness and cheers in your life. you couldnt even stand on your own feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you didnt feel like eating or even move any inches of your body. so you decided to stay on your bed until the sun rose. you were emotionless. you felt empty. you couldnt even smile. you tried but it didnt stay for long. within seconds, the fake smile faded away but the pain remained stay. you lost hope in life. you were tired of being strong. you didnt want to fix anything. you weren't sure what should you do. you'd give up. you thought of leaving everyone, you even thought of running away from your house so that everyone would be happy again without your presence. and you know that your friends would probably forget you one day. &amp;nbsp;they wouldnt care much about you. when you left, they'd probably be happy. happier than before and always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but this guy.. yes, he hurt you at the start. but he didnt wanna give up on you. you decided to switch off your phone so that no one would reach you. cause you were afraid of getting hurt again and again when reading his texts. but yeah, as you'd already know, he wouldnt give up on you. he wanted to fix things because he knew you wouldnt want to do anything. so he came to your house without thinking of any risks that he might face when he'd reach your house. all he wanted to know that you would be okay again. he didnt want to lose you. and you? you treated him badly. you didnt even give him a smile. he kept on smiling though he knew you wouldnt smile back in return. you'd try to but you couldnt. he wanted to explain but you insisted not to listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he went back home with disappointment, while you went to your room and groaned helplessly in pain. you'd hurt him again. again. again and again. you thought you were useless. useless to everyone. you didnt want to live, but you didnt wanna die, either. you took a deep breath and think for a while.. that was the moment when you realized that you were important to someone. someone, at least. and you realized that people come and go. the real ones would never walk away. they would be there through thick and thin, they wouldnt let you drown in pain alone. they would stand by you. they would try to be there when needed. the problems lied in yourself. you should've realized earlier that they always wanted to give a hand. they never thought you would be a burden on their shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now you can smile again. you just wanna move on with your life with those who love you, need you, and appreciate you as the way you are. rainbows come after the rain, sometimes. all you need is to stay strong when life treats you bad. God will always be with you no matter what happens. keep your faith and pray to Him always. live life to the fullest as you still have time to breathe. and don't ever turn back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-8064902484502382909?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/8064902484502382909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=8064902484502382909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8064902484502382909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8064902484502382909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/12/here-comes-rainbow-after-rain.html' title='here comes the rainbow after the rain'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hN22KM-1oKI/TtziI2Ih1lI/AAAAAAAABiw/slYM1x1Z1OI/s72-c/l.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-2575649539683091420</id><published>2011-12-04T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:46:04.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ombak Rindu. AARONNNN AAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQYDoC4R8Wg/TtnVnjzDukI/AAAAAAAABiY/gAxA9PW1F84/s1600/12-03-11-140224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQYDoC4R8Wg/TtnVnjzDukI/AAAAAAAABiY/gAxA9PW1F84/s320/12-03-11-140224.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lF-M2i_jZY/TtnVocXMsII/AAAAAAAABic/3pLVSakYRws/s1600/s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lF-M2i_jZY/TtnVocXMsII/AAAAAAAABic/3pLVSakYRws/s320/s.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ombak Rindu, Aaron Aziz.. aaron aaron aaron. huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i'm madly in love with him hik3. kenapa la hensem sangat kau ni? since kau berlakon Emel Emelda lagi aku dah suka. huaaaaaaaa angau angau angau bangau. okay stop it. annoying gila kau ni diyana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;aku dah pernah baca novel Ombak Rindu ni tapi dah lamaaaaaaaa dah. masa kecik dulu. i mean, masa sekolah rendah. so macam kelam la cite ni, tak ingat sangat. but when the time i watched this movie with ayah, &amp;nbsp;ibu and hazmi... pergh wa cakap lu. leleh leleh leleh, siap groaning in pain lagi. yelah, tertusuk ke dalam hati, ecewaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cerita Ombak Rindu ni pasal seorang gadis kampung bernama Izzah (maya karin). dia kena jual dengan pak cik die sebab pak cik die takde duit nak tanggung perbelanjaan operation kanser bini die aka mak cik izzah ni lah. pak cik izzah ni ajak die g kl, kerja katanya. at first die tanak, then pergi la jugak sebab yela, kesian kat makcik die kan tak lame nak hidup dah, hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then bila sampai kl, pak cik die bawak masuk club, die cuak la kan sbb yela, izzah ni da lah alim and baik gila. ustazah kat kampung die lak tu but then bila pak cik die jual die, die macam takut la. die try lari from club tu tapi kena tangkap jugak and masa dia lari dalam hujan tu, die nyaris kena langgar dgn hariz (aaron) tapi hariz takleh nak buat apa sbb izzah dah kena tangkap dgn orang2 club tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;rupa2nya hariz ni pun tak guna orangnya. die regular customer club tu.. die jumpa owner club and die cakap die nak try izzah tu. kesian gila kat izzah sebab kena paksa minum arak sume sebab nak kasi high then tak sedarkan diri. bila die bangun je, hariz dah pakai seluar sume balik. maksudnya izzah dah kena... err you know la kan. izzah nangis2 and die melutut suruh hariz ambil die and bawak die kelua from club tu sbb hariz tu org first yang.. err you know and die bukan la prostitute after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hariz pon beli lah izzah ni and bawak balik rumah dia. hariz ni kaya gilaa la aku cakap. malam esoknya, hariz balik rumah and die nak *ehem* izzah tapi izzah takut gila and sebut nama Allah la supaya lindung dia. potong stim la kannnn hariz nak *ehem* pastu izzah mintak hariz kahwin dgn dia. at least, sah la kan and izzah jugak cakap yang die takkan tuntut sebarang hak as a wife. bapak sedih dow. just imagine kau bini orang tp kena treat mcm orang gaji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;dorang nikah, and sebagai mahar nya, hariz kasi jam tangan dia kat izzah and izzah pon kasi la jam tangan buruk die kat hariz jugak. comel gila kot. pastu there's one incident ni. izzah muntah2. hariz ingat izzah ni pregnant anak dia, then hariz mengamuk gilaa and tolak izzah sume dalam toilet. rupa2nya izzah ni bukannya pregnant pon, just mual2 sebab period. normal la kan. izzah macam trauma tp hariz felt sorry for her sebab yela, salah die la buat izzah camtu and since that day, dorang okay. bahagia la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then here comes Mila (lisa surihani) pelakon yg baru habis sambung belajar kat oversea aka tunang hariz ni.. die la spoiled everythg. kalau korg tengok apa die buat, pergh mendidihhh and takkan pernah sangka ada perempuan 'menakotkan' camni. tp bukan salah die sbb die sayang sangat kat hariz ni.. hariz tanak continue kahwin dgn mila tp sebab mak hariz ni dah emo and paksa, die kawen jugak.. izzah bawak diri balik kampung.. sedih gila part ni. and jam yg hariz kasi tu la peneman die tiap masa bila hariz tak balik rumah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and this reminded me of his watch that i still keep up till now....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;alamak panjang lagi la sebenarnya cite ni.. apa kata korang tengok sndiri. serious tak rugi sebab aaron comel sangatttttttttttttttttt. tengok tau tau tau tau :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-2575649539683091420?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/2575649539683091420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=2575649539683091420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2575649539683091420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2575649539683091420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/12/ombak-rindu-aaronnnn-aaaaaa.html' title='Ombak Rindu. AARONNNN AAAAAA'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQYDoC4R8Wg/TtnVnjzDukI/AAAAAAAABiY/gAxA9PW1F84/s72-c/12-03-11-140224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-5913108151041342128</id><published>2011-12-04T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T02:23:56.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've made up my mind to stay away from my best friends and him. aku mengaku aku tak tahu sama ada keputusan aku ni akan kekal lama atau tidak. tapi aku dah penat. aku penat rasa sedih macam ni. aku penat rasa sunyi macam ni. aku penat rasa direject dari hidup orang lain. aku penat rasa tak dihargai. aku penat bila orang mainkan perasaan aku. aku penat mengalah. aku penat fikir pasal orang yang tak pernah fikir pasal aku. aku penat tahan semua ni sorang2. aku penat berharap. aku penat. i deserve to be happy. tapi kebahagian itu belum muncul lagi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ya Allah, demi Allah aku sayang mereka, ya Allah.. sayang sangat.. cuma bila datang perasaan sebegini, aku cuma perlukan masa. aku perlu masa untuk recover and terima kenyataan sebenar. aku bukannya pengecut dan cuba lari dari masalah. aku cuma terluka, tersentuh, terguris dengan tingkah laku dan kata2 mereka. bila aku cerita dengan orang lain pasal masalah ni, dorang cakap ni hal kecil, tak payah nak emo sangat. tapi hati aku yang sakit, mereka tak akan faham. mungkin aku terlalu sensitif atau emosi terganggu atau mungkin kerana tekanan perasaan yang melampau but still, they hurt me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ya Allah, sungguh aku sedih, ya Allah.. sakit, ya Allah... sakit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ya Allah, i love him so much.. and i thank You for sending him to me. aku bersyukur kerana dengan kehadirannya, aku boleh lupakan kepahitan hidup aku dahulu, aku boleh rasa gembira semula, aku boleh jadi diri aku yang sebenar.. but i'm just not good enough for him.. maybe i'm giving up too early.. and leaving him without words isnt the right thing to do. tapi... aku tak tahu.. i miss him so much.. aku tahu aku perlu faham situasi dirinya.. cuma aku rasa yang dia tak perlukan aku lagi..... tiap kali aku rindukan die, aku akan pakai jam dia yang dia suruh aku simpan tu.. but it tears me even more.. knowing that how far apart we've been now. mungkin dia perlu masa? tapi sampai bila aku perlu tunggu? sampai bila hati dah remuk berkecai?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ya Allah, my family and best friends are my everything. i cannot live without them. tapi aku bukan seorang anak perempuan yang sempurna. aku benci diperlakukan sebegini berulang2 kali. aku tahu mereka sayang aku.. cuma sedarlah, aku punya perasaan.. sungguh aku terasa, sedih, kecewa.. i cant handle it all over again. dan sekarang baru aku sedar kawan yang sebenar2 nya kawan.. dorang ada tanya aku okay ke tak semua but i dont feel like talking abt this to anyone. i mean, the real stories.. mcm yang pernah aku cakap, aku taknak jadi beban dalam hidup dorang. sebab tu aku decide to walk away from them. mungkin dgn cara ni dorg takkan sedih pasal aku lagi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see.. aku rasa diri aku ni tak berguna.. ya Allah, kepada-Mu aku bermohon. berikanku kekuatan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-5913108151041342128?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/5913108151041342128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=5913108151041342128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/5913108151041342128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/5913108151041342128'/><link rel='alternate' 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it's sad knowing that you're alone when the time you need someone to lean on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dear A, i'm sorry if my words hurt you. but i really didnt mean it at the first place after all. i thought you know me as we're best friends. i thought when you know i wasnt okay, you would understand my situation. that was supposed to be a joke. okay, maybe i'd been far enough by assuming that as a joke. but deep inside my heart, i never wanted to be the reason why you felt sad. and the moment you said this one sentence to me, had totally tore my heart. without realising, tears rolled down from my cheeks. i forgive you, dear friend. but just give me some space to breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to my dear Q, i'm sorry if since the first day we became friends, i'd hurt you. i know i did and thats why you choose to be with some other friends instead of us. we miss you. so much. but it's like you dont need us anymore. it's okay if you're happier with your new friends because i kinda understand how adorable your new friends are. but watching you walked away... it's hard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to my dear girlfriends, sorry for not being with all of you just like i did before. but still, i love all of you girls so much. it's okay for me if you girls choose not to accept me back. it's okay if you girls dont want me to be there when you hangout. i understand. because i was the one who created the distance. i wish we are still close like before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but seems like things got worse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-6694724534258270505?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/6694724534258270505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=6694724534258270505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/6694724534258270505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/6694724534258270505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-my-deepest-heart.html' title='from my deepest heart,'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-2827049254632228102</id><published>2011-12-03T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T01:46:56.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upside down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plP6HMCNtaI/Ttj-oEn7oHI/AAAAAAAABiQ/iy8NOqgjsKg/s1600/tumblr_luq42jet0t1qhymr0o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plP6HMCNtaI/Ttj-oEn7oHI/AAAAAAAABiQ/iy8NOqgjsKg/s320/tumblr_luq42jet0t1qhymr0o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when life treats me bad, all i wanna do is escape from reality, skip every sad moment i have to go through and hope that this is just a dream. but the fact hurts. no matter how hard i try to fade this feeling away, my heart aches even more. everytime i close my eyes, i wish this pain would stop. everytime i close my eyes, i wish he would be here with me. everytime i close my eyes, i wish i would be somewhere else. i wish i have someone who would understand me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes i feel like i dont deserve this pain. thinking of how much i've helped them before, how much i've tried to be so defensive by not letting anyone to hurt them even a bit, how much i've bottled up these feelings so that i wont be such a burden or pain on their asses. no. i dont actually care about those good things i've done before. i did that just because they're important to me. each one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i aint gonna write in here what i've been going through at this moment. but dont you think it's sad when,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a girl who gave almost all of her heart for a guy and loved him so much but never felt appreciated? everyday she hoped her relationship with him would be stronger. she hoped everyday would be a better day for both of them. every morning she would wait for his text message or even a short phone call. dont you know even a simple text message can enlighten her whole day? but it turned out to be a lonely day for her. no phone calls, no text messages until she fell asleep crying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a girl who thought she was important to someone but at the end of the day, she realised that he could live on his own without her. because he needed his friends more than her. when he was depressed, he chose to spend time with his friends more than her. no. she would understand if his friends were important to him. but putting her on the second priority? she hated that. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a girl who hoped that someday, her boy would come back to her. she thought someday, he would regret by leaving her all alone. but that was just a dream. he was with someone else now and he never thought of you since the day he walked away. he moved on but you? you didnt. and the worst part was, you spent a litter of tears for him and wished you both to get back together, repeating back those sweet moments you both had..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a girl who felt insecure that someday there might be someone else to replace her in his heart. but thinking of anything could happen in the future and how people could change in a blink of eyes, she was scared and terrified. she needed him to convince that wont happen someday. but he seemed not to realise how scared she was.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a girl who changed for good. she thought he would support her decision but &amp;nbsp;you know what he did? he cursed her for her drastic changes. is it wrong to change into a better person? you dont deserve her, boy. shame on you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these are just random talks and situations. all girls dont deserve to be sad. i dont deserve to be sad either. if a guy does love you very much, he will treat you right, he wont ever break you to pieces, he will be there when you need him, he will accept you for the way you are. if he doesnt do that to you, why should you stay? dont you think it isnt worth it at all?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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PLANS AFTER SPM! *jogetjoget* excited niiiiii :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;percaya tak yg aku still tak keluar lepak mana2 lagi since semalam aka sehari selepas spm habis. sape yang kenal diyana amirah mesti pelik la sebab tahu sangat perangai aku yang kaki jalan tak ingat dunia ni. but yeah, cuti panjang bro cuti panjanggg. banyak masa lagi. 9 bulan bro. 9 bulan tu panjang sama macam orang mengandung nak beranak dah. haha tah betul tah tak cuti 9 bulan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Q_EyacwB34/TthMojYJ0BI/AAAAAAAABhg/nXnlAZnLkNA/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Q_EyacwB34/TthMojYJ0BI/AAAAAAAABhg/nXnlAZnLkNA/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blOthMBu6T8/TthNIw2rEMI/AAAAAAAABho/8qOS76WWMco/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blOthMBu6T8/TthNIw2rEMI/AAAAAAAABho/8qOS76WWMco/s1600/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-POXS-yi1qUA/TthNKYmwO0I/AAAAAAAABhw/HJrf-KOEe_w/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-POXS-yi1qUA/TthNKYmwO0I/AAAAAAAABhw/HJrf-KOEe_w/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXfcmZRVgFw/TthPS8uk_xI/AAAAAAAABh4/74929y647Ko/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXfcmZRVgFw/TthPS8uk_xI/AAAAAAAABh4/74929y647Ko/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u51fnooynMo/TthP99KJnfI/AAAAAAAABiA/Wo3FkY3nwJY/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u51fnooynMo/TthP99KJnfI/AAAAAAAABiA/Wo3FkY3nwJY/s320/6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYtwC5TqDEE/TthQnX8MsyI/AAAAAAAABiI/auu8hNG9Uqg/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYtwC5TqDEE/TthQnX8MsyI/AAAAAAAABiI/auu8hNG9Uqg/s1600/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NAK SHOPPING! tapi takde duit :p window shopping pun jadi lah. tapi bila kemas wardrobe semalam, and baju bertimbun2 buatkan aku rasa macam apa lagi yang aku nak beli? wardrobe tak boleh nak tutup dah. *cewah* and baju2 yang dah singkat tu sume sape nak sila bgtau okay? t-shirt FOC. tanak pakai baju singkat dah. seksaaa. :/ but still nak shopping jugak! kasut? or handbags? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;aku and my girls dah plan nak tidur hotel somewhere for a night and buat wild party. haha wild la sangat en. kalau dapat pergi beach ke best jugak en ramai2. kalau bukan beach, tidur la somewhere area KL and esok pagi shopping ramai2 sama2. that would be nice :D awesome plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nak karaoke. boleh? i'm dying for it. but seems like takde sape nak teman :( sadlyfe. and how about movie marathon? nak tengok Breaking Dawn with him but he seems very busy. tah lah. if still takde masa then aku tengok sorang je la. Ombak Rindu, another movie yang aku nak tengok sangat sangat sangat. but yeah, sadlyfe kan takde sape nak teman. tengok dengan ayah jelah nampaknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ice-skating? WOOT WOOT. sebenarnya pernah main sekali je. and masa first time main tu ya rabbi.. nak nangis rasa. and sebenarnya jugak sampai skang still tak reti main. kena ada orang pimpin. ingat lagi masa first time main, jia and akir jela yang kena pimpin aku. nasib pakai glove hihi. then jatuh tergolek tu perkara biasa. buat orang lain jatuh tu pun perkara biasa jugak ke? haha. macam addict pulak nak main lagi n lagi sampai pandai :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nak pergi theme park! nak main space shot! the best game eva. serious :D water park pon okay gak. :) ohhh kalau la plan Senior Dinner tu jadi, memang another most prestigious moment la kot. but then tak dapat sambutan. serious aku menangis kot bila tahu sebab yela, as one of the organizers mesti lah kita nak usaha kita ada hasil kan? tapi ktorg dah decide nak buat benda lain. bukan dinner ke prom ke maybe vacation ke or outing mana2. tapi for selected people jela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now dalam process nak kuruskan badan. since operation hari tu badan dah macam dipam-pam. macam hippo &amp;nbsp;'comel'nya. hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and bulan 1 baru start carik kerja. insyaALLAH. tapi nak kerja apa? aku pun tak tahu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aku hanya merancang, Allah sahaja menentukan :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-3529766762333286805?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Q_EyacwB34/TthMojYJ0BI/AAAAAAAABhg/nXnlAZnLkNA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-7080530722611600434</id><published>2011-12-01T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T20:37:16.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Alpha 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i still remember the last conversation i had with my classmates bfr spm. we sat in a circle and each of us had to let all of our feelings out. at first, i was a lil bit afraid to spill out these feelings that i kept for too long because it might hurt them. but thinking that would be the last chance i had, i just spoke up what i thought. every single thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i pretended that i was strong. i never wanted to cry in front of them but that feeling was so unbearable. looking at those girls cried during their turn to speak, i forced myself not to cry. i hold these tears till i reached home, everything burst out. i admit since the lonely days i'd gone through few months ago, my heart is like being protected with something. but i still am an emotional girl. no one can deny that fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"first of all, i just wanna say that i regret for everything. i regret for not giving myself a chance to be happy with all of you guys. i regret for hoping impossible things to happen. i regret for letting myself down. every day i hope my best guy friends to be here with me in this class because they're important to me. when i look at the back of the class, i want them to be there and listen to their jokes. for almost 3 years together and the fate had written that we need to be separated, i just cant accept that. moving on is the hardest to do. i'm sorry for not being the old me. i never thought i would turn out into a quiet, nerdy girl. i'm sorry for not walking around in the class and talk to each one of you as always. i know i was not professional enough to handle this without affecting others. sorry for everything. anyway, time wont wait for us and farewell will come after all. insyaAllah we'll meet again after this."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can anyone stop these tears, please.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my bad for not letting myself to be happy and enjoy each moment in my senior year. i wasnt my juniors' favourite senior, i was being a rebellious prefect for the whole year, i acted cold with my girls almost of the time. somehow i can feel the awkward moment when we were together. sorry for not being the old me. truth be told, i miss every single moment we spent before. i hate myself for hurting each one of you. but doesnt mean when we're apart, i dont love all of you girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wish i still got time to change everything. i wanna enjoy each second i breathe and cheer the moment together. but i think it's too little too late. does anyone know where to buy a time machine? nope? then that's it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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that i'll be stuck in this new body forever. i tried. but i need someone to be with me and guide me because everytime i'd determine to change, i'll be back doing those stupid things. should i sacrifice my feeling? but i'm afraid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;i am in dilemma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-4038763693510998281?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/4038763693510998281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=4038763693510998281' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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9 subjects that i'd take. and here's the summary;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bahasa Malaysia: paper 1 was okay but paper 2 was a lil bit tough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English: moderate for both of the papers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths: HARD HARD HARD HARD FREAKIN HARD :/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;History: moderate. paper 2 was quite easy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AddMaths: easier than Modern Maths i think -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pend Islam: moderate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics: paper 1 and 3 was deadly hard. i cried. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry: paper 2, essay question.. i think i lost almost half of the marks :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biology: i messed up all the 3 papers. paper 2 was the worst.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truth be told, i aint expecting too much on the upcoming results but of course i really wanna hit my one and only goal; to achieve straight A's. both of my parents are supportive enough by not pushing me too hard. i keep on asking them, would they be mad if i disappoint them but yeah, they're cool about it. (i hope)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i need to do now is keep on praying and leave the rest to God. insyaAllah.&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/5882098349605313251-3246299639378619188?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/3246299639378619188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=3246299639378619188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/3246299639378619188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/3246299639378619188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/12/spm-11.html' title='spm &apos;11'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-7546549174642160650</id><published>2011-11-30T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T21:34:18.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alhamdulillah, MERDEKA akhirnya :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7MioCdLqgw/TtYcv-gXeqI/AAAAAAAABhQ/7dby4oKT7tg/s1600/DSC04118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7MioCdLqgw/TtYcv-gXeqI/AAAAAAAABhQ/7dby4oKT7tg/s320/DSC04118.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;idea conteng2 ni datang dari... oh ilham sendiri la kot. normal la kan? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;alhamdulillah, secara rasminya aku bukan lagi budak sekolah. so lepas ni takde la orang nak ejek aku budak sekolah ke budak mentah ke kanak2 ribena ke kanak2 tak cukup umur ke apa. sebenarnya kan, aku mcm tak percaya jugak yang aku dah habis sekolah. aku rasa macam baru semalam start paper bm, stay up malam2 menelaah and so on. *tepuk2 pipi kasi sedar* okay, memang aku tak day dreaming la kot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the last paper was biology paper 3. 10 minit terakhir tu aku macam dah over excited and senyum sorang2 sampai pengawas peperiksaan pun perasan hihii. tapi bila tiba 5 minit sebelum peperiksaan tamat, ada satu perasaan terbit dari lubuk hati. eceh ayat nak gramatis. i was thinking about what would i do after this. macam kalau sebelum ni tiap malam belajar, baca buku and ada lah arah tuju hidup. sekarang ni?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;tapi pape hal pon aku ketepikan perasaan tu dan melonjak kegembiraan once semua candidates dah boleh bersurai. then jerit2 macam beruk, tangkap gambar, main baling tepung, kecahkan sekolah, kena halau dengan cikgu kerek. ehem kutuk cikgu pulak en. then head off to bangi kopitiam. but the best part was, hannani amik ktorg guna myvi and aku, dila, tqa, fqa, iman and syida duduk seat belakang, apis duduk seat depan. boleh bayang tak betapa mampat, padat, dan berbau nya ktorg. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;seriously dorang the best. han muka ketat je sebab tak merdeka lagi en haha but she was cool sebab sanggup bawak kawan2 die yang gila parah punya tahap mereng ni naik kereta. dah lah bahaya gila bawak kereta bertenggek2 kat seat belakang sampai ke alam damai &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-.- hilarious gilaa. menyanyi macam cipan, gelak macam hape. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ya Allah, kalau dorang tahu betapa sayangnya aku kt dorg.. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so here i am, banyak sangat plan actually tapi sekarang ni nak rest je kot. nak qada' tidur yang tertunggak and so on. banyak sangat nak update in diaryana ni tp nanti2 jelah kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;xoxo&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dianne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&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/5882098349605313251-7546549174642160650?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/7546549174642160650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=7546549174642160650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/7546549174642160650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/7546549174642160650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/11/alhamdulillah-merdeka-akhirnya.html' title='alhamdulillah, MERDEKA akhirnya :)'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7MioCdLqgw/TtYcv-gXeqI/AAAAAAAABhQ/7dby4oKT7tg/s72-c/DSC04118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-4616347734114708002</id><published>2011-06-29T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:37:32.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;im not goin to spend too much time updating what i've been doing since past few days/weeks but just wanna let you guys know that i've just deactivated my facebook account. sorry for not informing it earlier as i bet some of you are wondering why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was an incident happened this past few days that totally made me realise, i have no time to play around. my mid year results was quite bad, no As for science subject. B+ for physics and B for biology while C and D for addmaths and chemistry. woot woot i got lottttttts to improve. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i was being pushed by these 'people'...... Allahuakbar, it was hard. i got to prove to them that i don't give any bad influence as my main role. truth be told, i was deeply hurt when they accused me those nonsense assumptions. and still, i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sooooooooo stressed out. i feel like my tummy is filled with excess hydrochloric acid.. hurm, and how about closing my dear diaryana for awhile? i don't know. i haven't make up my mind yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pray for my health and success. xxxx&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-4616347734114708002?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/4616347734114708002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=4616347734114708002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/4616347734114708002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/4616347734114708002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/06/assalamualaikum-im-not-goin-to-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-6360500081311865429</id><published>2011-06-11T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T23:13:11.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stick to you</title><content type='html'>i just knew something new about myself. at first, i was a lil bit scared and terrified but when i think more than twice, i know Allah will help me. He is The Greatest. just.. i wanna die peacefully, thats all. okay cut it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme tell you something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i fall in love, currently.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit i never asked anyone to come especially, yeah you knoww, spm is just around the corner. in just few months of time, i'll be facing that nightmare. so, i was hoping i wouldn't fall seriously with any boys but then He knows the best. He sent me him :') &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad. he's different from the others. wayyy different than my exs. we always fight about littlest thing but&amp;nbsp; when everytime i listen to his voice, i cant stay being mad for too long and he told me the same thing :') i know anything can happen. if he's the right one, thank you Allah but if i was wrong, i would never regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be away starting today. i may not be updating this blog frequently and same goes to facebook. wish me all the best, okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-6360500081311865429?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/6360500081311865429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=6360500081311865429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/6360500081311865429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/6360500081311865429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/06/stick-to-you.html' title='stick to you'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-2620739594861674024</id><published>2011-06-08T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T04:16:51.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>takziah rakan terbaik</title><content type='html'>al-Fatihah kepada bapa Hafizuddin Adli kerana beliau telah kembali ke rahmatullah pada 7Jun , semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hafizah, hannani, hadaina dah tidur. aku tak boleh nak lelapkan mata. ya ALLAH ya Tuhanku... afiz boleh tidur ke tak malam ni.. kalau la aku lelaki, aku nak je teman die sekarang, baca Yassin sama2... aku risau. aku sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila aku dgr qila meraung on the phone, aku dah agak dah bad news pasal ayah afiz. ptg semalam, lepas aku jalan kaki dgn afiz and adik nani sbb nak beli ayam for bbq, afiz dapat call. muka dia cuak. die ckp ayah die pengsan. aku da rasa tak sedap hati tp aku diamkan aja n harap afiz akan join bbq ktorang as die yg plan semua ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi ternyata Allah lebih sygkan ayah dia.. ramai2 menangis. aku dgn kawan2 aku mmg rapat ngan afiz. bestfriends forever and aku mengaku this lately aku smakin rapat dgn afiz. macam2 benda cerita n i've met his dad once. baik. afiz sgt closed to his dad. aku tau dia rasa kehilangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite after that, aku terus call ayah. sebab yeah, aku sekarang tgh berkampung kat rumah hannani for few days. ayah n fam are on vacation. ayah dah pelik kenapa aku call menangis2. aku tanya ayah sehat tak, okay tak. ayah ckp okay je and die pujuk aku jgn nangis. tah la.. ayah kan sakit. aku just takut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first nak cancel bbq sbb semua mcm da takde mood tp bila pikir makanan banyak dah bawak, ktorg still proceed. tapi ala kadar jela.. aku tak rasa nak gelak and makan pon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to afiz,&lt;br /&gt;aku tau kau kuat sebab kau selalu jd yg paling kuat utk kawan2 kau. thing might not be the same tp ktorg ada dgn kau. ktorg ada di blkg kau. Allah dah suratkan semuanya cantik pada penghujungnya. ada lah hikmah semuanya.. ktorg syg kau. doa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ya Allah, berikan sahabatku kekuatan.. amin...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-2620739594861674024?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/2620739594861674024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=2620739594861674024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2620739594861674024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2620739594861674024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/06/takziah-rakan-terbaik.html' title='takziah rakan terbaik'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-7684050008813695951</id><published>2011-06-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:52:34.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today was amazing.</title><content type='html'>i am happy. SERIOUSLYYYYYYY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baiklah, aku mulakan hari ini dgn kejayaan. yemmeh, ujian komputer lesen memandu aku telah berjaya menjawab dgn jayanya. memang aku cuak n dah pikir takkan lulus sebab malam tadi aku buat test markah semuanya below 40. haha tapi alhamdulillah selepas menggunakan masa dengan sebaik mungkin, lihatlah resultku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1efPqLoj-Ps/TeuFn-arA4I/AAAAAAAABgs/17HkcIVZngQ/s1600/DSC05059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1efPqLoj-Ps/TeuFn-arA4I/AAAAAAAABgs/17HkcIVZngQ/s320/DSC05059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;49/50 hihihiiiiii&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;nani habis dulu and die ckp die salah dua je. n i was like, okay cuak nak cek ke tak niiii keputusan sekarang. bila click je semak... TADAA HEHEHE :D alhamdulillah. happy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan lebih kurang 10.30 pagi baru habis ujian and aku pun bersiap2 lah pulak nak pergi bazaar at empire gallery shopping mall. tatau nak pakai baju ape. afiqah datang awal kat rumah aku. sian die kene dgr aku menjerit2 tension takde baju nak pakai. well u know this bazaar bukan bazaar cikai2. yg aku tau, hana tajima ada. abang pun terbukak hati nak hantar aku and the gang pun sebab hana ada. syarat die, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'mira kene tangkap gambar abang dengan die&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;' n i was like, &lt;b&gt;K FINE&lt;/b&gt; hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after tunggu adila bersiap, kami bertolak pukul 12 and sampai sana pukul 12.45 tgh hari. sampai2 mcm ternganga sebab ktorg sume tak pernah jejak sana. dok tanya direction and last sekali sampai la ke destinasi. STELLA'S STUDIO, 10TH FLOOR. gilak weh, siap ada security escort ktorg lagi :D and bila sampai2 je.... bapak ramai n kene bukak kasut. penat2 pakai boots :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orang yang pertama aku nampak is............. adriani. and... MARIA ELENA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEL4s8AzHRQ/TeuQUItNvGI/AAAAAAAABgw/SgUYAC6gUd8/s1600/DSC_0406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEL4s8AzHRQ/TeuQUItNvGI/AAAAAAAABgw/SgUYAC6gUd8/s320/DSC_0406.JPG" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jG4fAra4TVc/TeuQubx02dI/AAAAAAAABg0/sBeB6Kkp9EQ/s1600/DSC_0433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jG4fAra4TVc/TeuQubx02dI/AAAAAAAABg0/sBeB6Kkp9EQ/s320/DSC_0433.JPG" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shea :D adriani and shea are the owners of PASTELINA. (okay i understand if ada yg blur) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R5DuCWD1Mu0/TeuQ9V0kgbI/AAAAAAAABg4/GZAAmKVVJMM/s1600/DSC_0438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R5DuCWD1Mu0/TeuQ9V0kgbI/AAAAAAAABg4/GZAAmKVVJMM/s320/DSC_0438.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're so gorgeous. :') and thereee you are :D HANA hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9XDr9EDnLE/TeuRskebJnI/AAAAAAAABg8/3XFmHKFaW8U/s1600/250604_1995581241969_1016587069_2452617_6279361_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9XDr9EDnLE/TeuRskebJnI/AAAAAAAABg8/3XFmHKFaW8U/s320/250604_1995581241969_1016587069_2452617_6279361_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's incredibly gorgeous :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;at first memang macam tak kesah sangat sbb she was busy kan buat tee MAYSAA then aku just usha2 gitu2 jela sbb takde pun orang snap pictures dgn die. heartbroken kejap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah buat tour 2 kali atas bawah, aku tak jumpa nak beli pape. agak frustrated tapi macam... takde benda yg caught my eyes. sume biasa2 je. then we decided to blahhh g cotton on :p adila la punya pasaiii :D and luckily, cotton on ada sale. sbb opening die kay empire gallery tu semalam, sooooo GILA AH BANYAK 50%. aku rembat je tapered pants :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then aku, abang and laila while dila and fiqa split up. jalan asing2. kebulur, carik tempat makan. and sedang aku dok carik food court (padahal takde pon), aku ternampak Hana and PA die melintas.. i was like... speechless and ternganga. aku dah mcm nak demam n ckp kat laila, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'im so gonna regret if kite tak kejar die and tgkp gmbr ngan die sekarang!!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; n aku pun jalan la punya speed ikot Hana masuk toilet. hahaha kelaka dow aku tggu dalam toilet sampai dia keluar. PA die cakap, tangkap gambar kat luar sebab gila kau not nice laa kan tangkap gmbr kat toilet. and here we go again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZh-cPsXbQc/TeuUeXx5-0I/AAAAAAAABhA/rgB7xRzuKf8/s1600/DSC05028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZh-cPsXbQc/TeuUeXx5-0I/AAAAAAAABhA/rgB7xRzuKf8/s320/DSC05028.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana tajima. gila comel die ni. aku terpaksa tunduk sebab nak sama kan height. n die dressed up pon simple. basic tee Maysaa with tapered pants kot :) just terkilan sebab muka agak hodoh and aku pakai cam phone je. dah la tak cukup lighting :( takpela. and rite after jumpa dia, aku terhisteria sebentar. hhahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kami meneruskan perjalanan nak pergi lunch . Kenny Rogers. masa otw tu, jumpa Hana lagi. and rezeki abang aku la dapat tangkap gmbr dgn die sbb at first, abg tak ikot aku pegi toilet. yelah kan hikhikk. okay done with Hana. kami pun lunch la di KR. and jumpa lagi Hana. OKAY DAH LA DIYANA. hihi angau :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas lunch, (ade ah adegan lawak nak mati kat sana), aku abang and laila meneruskan misi yg baru iaitu mencari macaroon. YOU KNOW WHAT MACAROON IS TAK? heheheh excited gak nak carik then jumpa lahh.. satu macaroon yg kecik tu rm2. RM2 weh gila mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SoSrOhC6QF8/TeuV6pZpJlI/AAAAAAAABhE/xDCG77M96QI/s1600/DSC05034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SoSrOhC6QF8/TeuV6pZpJlI/AAAAAAAABhE/xDCG77M96QI/s320/DSC05034.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enlzx4r0Bxo/TeuV-6BRZ4I/AAAAAAAABhI/wkIYxcAL78k/s1600/DSC05032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enlzx4r0Bxo/TeuV-6BRZ4I/AAAAAAAABhI/wkIYxcAL78k/s320/DSC05032.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comel sangat. and creamy. okay la sedap lah. tapi tak mampu ah eden. :/ alamak salah. sebenarnye carik kedai macaroon dulu baru lunch kat Kenny Rogers. alaa ape pun boleh la. oh lupa before g carik macaroon, lepak starbucks dulu. alamak i shouldnt mention it here. nnt ade la orang nak kutuk aku lepak starbucks lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas lunch, masuk Cotton On for fourth time. nampak pula satu long top ni mak aiii cantik benor. separuh harga kan. ape lagi.. hehehehehe so for today sy shopping satu pants and satu bajuuuuuuuuu! :D wait. aku tak perlu la cakap ada sale kan. haha :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then pukul 6 baru bertolak balik rumah.. gila penat, mate dah merah nak nangis dah. tah habit aku kot kalau penat sangat mst rasa nak nangis. pelik :/ and dapat pulak bad news yang si dia punya phone rosak. plus, die pun takleh on9 sbb adaptor lappie die rosak. :'( huuu sedih betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd fun today. ada bad news and good news at the same time :) *winkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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type='text'>this is too hard for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i wish there would be someone who're willing to stay by my side all day long. i need a warm hug. so. badly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;they think i'm doing just fine, in fact i am not. this feeling is kinda torturing and confusing. i need your guidance, ya rabb.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-7099859835018664988?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/7099859835018664988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=7099859835018664988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Afandi aka kakak nani selamat diijabkabulkan semalam :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ditugaskan menjadi flower girl bersama2 10 orang rakan rapat yang lain. mmg aku excited dah lamaaa. since bulan lepas lagiii. yelah kan, dapat baju sponsor.. cantik pulak tu hihi :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagi semalam pukul 11 pagi ada majlis akad nikah. memang aku faham la keadaan kak nuha camane. muka die nervous, abang najib aka her husband pun muka pucat.. ayah nani jadi wali.. dgn selafaz kabul, semuanya sah. aku sebak bila tgk kak nuha, nani, ayah dia pun nangis sama. sangat2 menyayat hati.. terlepas satu beban atas bahu seorang ayah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemudian aku ditugaskan untuk kasi goodie bags to belah lelaki. belah pengantin lelaki banyak yang rupa2 jepun. cantikkk sangat mix mix dorang tuuuu. tapi takde pulak yang hensem. kecuali adik abang najib la tu pun da ada bini. :/ hihihiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sungguh ramai tetamu yang hadir. makanan die superbbb wehhhh. macam2 adaa. kambing la, kuew tiaw la, mee rebus la, askrem free la :D hihihiiii and wedding ala2 jawa. tiada kompang tapi digantikan dengan barongan. barongan tu mcm binatang ape tahhh. takut oh muka die. aku mati2 ingat lepas balik bali tahun lepas takkan jumpa benda menakotkan tu dahh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and isteri sultan perlis was also there.she's nice doww. die yang hulur tangan salam aku and the gang. :') kan bagus mcm tuuuuuu :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get married so badly. bukan sebab gatal. but knowing there'll be someone who're already made for you, aku rasa macam.. well tak sabar nak jumpa the right one. memang dah ada orang tu, cuma tatau bila die datang :) alahai habislah diyana asyik2 fikir nak kawen padahal spm tak lepas :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-narhr1_mk-k/TeH7HxfIgbI/AAAAAAAABgE/fXxEmaWb2KM/s1600/DSC04773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-narhr1_mk-k/TeH7HxfIgbI/AAAAAAAABgE/fXxEmaWb2KM/s72-c/DSC04773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-1483834959456147352</id><published>2011-05-28T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T01:12:40.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sambutan hari guru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORc2NLB_rNA/Td_QcF41i6I/AAAAAAAABf0/dNjSbbjuC_U/s1600/DSC_0245-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORc2NLB_rNA/Td_QcF41i6I/AAAAAAAABf0/dNjSbbjuC_U/s320/DSC_0245-1.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLoq7I7g9KQ/Td_QiRLd0qI/AAAAAAAABf4/yun1vqs6N68/s1600/DSC_0058-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLoq7I7g9KQ/Td_QiRLd0qI/AAAAAAAABf4/yun1vqs6N68/s320/DSC_0058-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;alhamdulillah semuanya sudah berlalu. walaupun berjalan tak berapa nak lancar, i 'd fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hujan pada pagi jumaat memang sungguh meruntun hati. eceh ayat nk jiwang. pada mulanya aku macam mengeluh lah jugak then aku rasa berdosanya ckp mcm tu. tu tandanya rahmat. hujan di pagi jumaat tu kan rahmat tu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimik yang dirancang semua menjadi kecuali opening je mcm kabut sikit. then bila hujan tu, semua kene gather kat hall. tapi tau2 jela hall smkbtho BESAR mcm mane. sian budak2 yang kene duduk luar tu sebab tak muat. persembahan aku was... not so good cause nani should be there too jadi back up singer. tapi memandangkan PA system sangat lah hambar, hanya dua microphone yang berfungsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memang depressed gila kot naik stage muke berkerut. dengan nak tunggu setting gitar lagii.. haha saba jelah. tp sangat relief :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KEwcFFry5rY/Td_TEeRldKI/AAAAAAAABf8/EX-MAhhQpes/s1600/DSC_0198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KEwcFFry5rY/Td_TEeRldKI/AAAAAAAABf8/EX-MAhhQpes/s320/DSC_0198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;persembahan guru yang paling best was... oh sketsa kau dan aku. cikgu2 pakai baju sekola.. then ade yang nakal, ade yang nerd.. pastu ada cikgu nyanyi lagu kau dan aku.. aku rasa mcm sedih ah. ye ah, high school nak habis dah... mcm mst rindu gila detik2 tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3NUiEQTeZ4o/Td_WOCuZ1cI/AAAAAAAABgA/n6nbkvoh6Og/s1600/DSC_0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3NUiEQTeZ4o/Td_WOCuZ1cI/AAAAAAAABgA/n6nbkvoh6Og/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cikgu paling comel and sporting ialah Pn Zainariah. mase aku perform die tak stop2 senyum. same gak ngan Pn Mazura aka peminat luqman. hihihii Pn Zai sportingggg naik pentas menari sama.. shes so cute :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada la beberapa kejadian yg agak spoil mood aku. balik sekolah muka nak nangis tp thanks apys. kau kawan terbaik la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tahun depan tak sambut dah hari guru. sebab tu la aku nak buat persembahan before aku melangkah pergi. ibu pun da tak kasi aku nyanyi dah. kenangan terindah :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-1483834959456147352?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/1483834959456147352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=1483834959456147352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/1483834959456147352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/1483834959456147352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/05/sambutan-hari-guru.html' title='sambutan hari guru'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORc2NLB_rNA/Td_QcF41i6I/AAAAAAAABf0/dNjSbbjuC_U/s72-c/DSC_0245-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-3272236381561691892</id><published>2011-05-27T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T01:47:54.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alhamdulillah semuanya sudah selamat. mid year exam dah habis. aku lega. sangat lega. bila last paper iaitu addmath paper 1 dikutip, aku macam nak jerit je 'IM FREEEE' tapi bila pk spm tak lepas lagi, terus terbantut niat. hahaa lagi 172 hari lagi :) and yeah, im so not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, memang aku mengaku aku tak boleh jawab semua paper and first time rasa macam teruk and bahlul sangat kepala otak ni. belajar memang belajar. tapi tak boleh jugak jawab paper. biology, chemistry, physics. teras pun same. takde satu pun paper yang buat aku confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masalah datang tatkala hari peperiksaan. memang hebat weyy aku cakap. dugaan betul. boleh pulak buat latihan addmath malam2 buta sambil ber'waterfall'. bape hari berturut2 macam tu. takde mood. tapi kat sekolah sebab ade kawan, aku hepi jela mcm biasa. padahal.. serabut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so esok aku akan perform hari guru. cuak ah gak. selsema tapi takpelah. redah je :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-8243680300907531036</id><published>2011-05-22T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T02:48:05.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kejadian tanah runtuh yang berlaku petang tadi betul2 mengganggu emosi aku. rumah anak yatim ditimbus tanah. nauzubillah.. bila tengok berita tadi.. tatau nak cakap mcm mane.. sedih betul.. the latest update, sudah 10 orang ditemui, masih ada lagi yang tertimbus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan aku baru diberitahu bahawa salah seorang daripada mangsa kejadian tanah runtuh ialah pelajar sekolah aku. form 6. aku kenal dia tapi tak lah rapat sebab tak pernah bertegur. bersongkok orangnya. tak sangka pula anak yatim. dan yang masih tertimbus... ya Allah permudahkanlah semua urusan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moga rohnya dan yang lain dicucuri rahmat. Al-Fatihah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-8243680300907531036?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/8243680300907531036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=8243680300907531036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8243680300907531036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8243680300907531036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/05/kejadian-tanah-runtuh-yang-berlaku.html' title=''/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-2788205271578058654</id><published>2011-05-22T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T02:39:21.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>satu tahun lima bulan</title><content type='html'>semalam, 21 mei 2011 merupakan genap setahun lima bulan aku hidup single. wow aku rasa macam hebat pulak jadi janda anak dua ni hik3 takde lah . aku tatau pulak dari ceruk mana datangnya keinginan nak update pasal ni. literally, memang aku da move on. i'd stopped hoping,&amp;nbsp; i'd stopped this feeling. but deep inside my heart, i still need his explanation. tapi bila pikir balikkk macam hellawey kate da move on patutnya, 'ada aku kesah?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah so &lt;b&gt;'ada aku kesah?&lt;/b&gt;' heeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for almost a year and 5 months ni, aku jumpa ramai la gak yang macam nak replace tapi aku takde hati pulak nak dapat boypren pada waktu itu. lagipun aku dah agak yang mereka hanya 'singgah sebentar' setakat nak tambah experience dalam hidup dorang. ada yang sangkut ngan aku dulu tapi dah ada awek, ada yang terus hilang lost contact sebab aku tak berminat. bila pikir balik macam sedih but then mcm kawan2 aku cakap, yg sad part tu buang, just simpan sweet memories je :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many cases. aku tau ramai akan fikir, '&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bapakk ah minah ni player gila'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tapi korang bukan faham. korang bukannya aku. aku bukan jenis cari lelaki dan memang semua lelaki yang datang tu pun mereka yang&amp;nbsp; berkehendak sendiri. bukannya aku yang cari or terhegeh-hegeh. prinsip hidup aku, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'biar lelaki datang kat kite, jangan kite datang kat laki.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tapi masalah aku ni, kalau ada yg datang, aku susah nak tolak. i mean, alaa paham2 sendiri la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had a heartbreak. but then at the same time ada yang datang. u know, i fall so easily but this time.. it's quite different. kawan2 baik aku ada yang support, ada yang tak. dorang risau if aku frustrated lagi, habis affect aku especially this year nak spm en. tapi aku tak boleh nak kata apa. sebab Allah yang tentukan qada' qadar. if Dia dah suratkan aku dengan dia, then what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay let me list out why aku suka gila hidup single;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hidup aku tak dikongkong. as ramai tahu aku agak sosial en. so kalau boleh, nak dengan orang yang faham la. aku kadang2 kesian tengok kawan2 aku yg bf dorang jenis kaki control. cube pikir, belom kawen lagi dah kene control. wahai lelaki, trust your girl. ada sebab ktorang terima awak dan kalau ktorg rapat dengan ramai lelaki, you have to know that awak jelahh yg berada on top of the list. boyfriend and special boyfriend are two different person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;takde lah texting 24/7. aku mengaku la dulu aku jenis yg nak boyfriend ada all the time. kalau tak text, nanti merajuk la ape la bajet comel bagai. tapi since da biasa hidup sorang ni rasa macam, 'hey i have my own lifeee. just deal with it' but jangan lah tak text sehari suntuk. kira macam kalau keluar, give me space to breathe. nak jugak enjoy dengan kawan. tak tak. bukan lupaaaa, cuma kasi la kesempatan nak ada ruang sikit. kalau keluar dengan kawan lelaki, bukannya tanda kite curang. lainlah keluar berdua. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;takde la drama gaduh2 tiap hari. yes benda ni yg paling membuatkan aku penat. gaduh gaduh gaduh. awal2 semuanya indah tapi lama2..... bangun pagi mata bengkak, pergi sekolah cite kat kawan sambil muka ber'waterfall'. tak boleh study, emo memanjang. apetah lagi aku. aku da la jenis tak reti control emotion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;banyak la lagi sebab . tapi kadang2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;rindu jugak nak ada orang yg always dengan kita, comfort di saat kita down and so on. knowing someone is always there by your side is the greatest feeling of all :') &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;rindu jugak nak keluar date. sebab selalu je jealous bila keluar lepak then nampak sweet couples and yeah i was like, 'okay bila masa aku nk tiba ni.' lagi satu yg best bila bf belanja semua. hahaha tapi dulu aku dgn ex aku selalu mcm give and take. if die belanja wayang, aku belanja makan. im so not kaki kikis. kau kikis duit bf kau, kau tak rase bersalah ke? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;nak gayut tengah2 malam sambil guling atas katil sebab mengenyam. ahahaha gila hiperbola ayat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;rindu jugak nak ada orang defend and protect kite.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;rasa happy and hidup ni indah :')&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rindu ah pulak tetibe. no no bukan aku rindu ex aku tu. i mean, perasaan tu. u know what, if u'd experienced heartbreaks so many times, u gotta think positively. sebab kita akan jumpa ramaiii orang before jumpa the right one. jangan tunggu bulan jatuh ke riba. macam to guys, korang kene ada effort walaupun perempuan sekarang ni ramai yg jenis miang keladi. and ape kata kite give a chance to ourselves, be happy, live life fully with someone else.tu yang aku buat. aku ikot flow. ade jodoh, ade lah. tp mcm terlalu awal je nk ckp sal jodoh hik3 tp moga2 sempatlah aku rasa kahwin tu mcm mane hihihi gatai naa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;'Don't worry about the people in your past, there's a reason they didn't make it to your future' :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-2788205271578058654?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/2788205271578058654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=2788205271578058654' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2788205271578058654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2788205271578058654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/05/satu-tahun-lima-bulan.html' title='satu tahun lima bulan'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-5272193890204080960</id><published>2011-05-21T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T01:18:01.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bak datang kalau ada bran</title><content type='html'>nak puaskan hati semua pihak ni susah. dan tak semua orang suka kita. ada yang depan baik, belakang mengutuk. kadang2 rasa macam sedih jugak. kita da buat baik dengan semua orang tapi ada je yang dengki, tak suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku memang agak friendly even pada mulanya orang akan anggap aku sombong sebab muka aku yang serious kat sekolah. tapi kalau korang try kenal aku, baru aku rasa korang layak nak kata aku macam2. aku tatau lah kenapa ada sesetengah manusia yang tak boleh tengok orang senang sikit. ada jela benda yang ditokok tambah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelemahan aku is aku cepat percaya orang. tapi bila kepercayaan aku tu orang dah tarik, memang sampai bila2 aku tak boleh nak berbaik dah. ingat lagi satu masa dulu, aku ada rapat ngan sorang perempuan ni. sama sekolah. baik lah jugak chatting tiap hari, jumpa kat sekolah suka sakat2 and main cucuk2 perut. but then aku dapat tau die fitnah aku sampai cikgu2 sume pandang serong. i was superbly sad. tp salah aku jugak sebab tak dengar cakap orang yang die memang suka reka cerita. sayang lah. muka lawa tp hati busuk. since that day aku dah tak tego die dah. sape suro kau wat hal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tak kesah ape orang nak kata pasal aku. tapi kalau eloknya, confront lah. kalau tak puas hati, apa kata jumpa face to face, so that takde la perasaan menyampah ke iri hati ke dalam hati kau tu. perasaan tu memakan diri satu hari nanti. trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-5272193890204080960?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/5272193890204080960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=5272193890204080960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/5272193890204080960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/5272193890204080960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/05/bak-datang-kalau-ada-bran.html' title='bak datang kalau ada bran'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-8381716323269859124</id><published>2011-05-17T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T16:13:55.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>embarrassing</title><content type='html'>malam tadi dok bergayut ada sesi luahan perasaan till 4 a.m and yeah, kami berpakat nak jog same pukul 7. i didnt expect him to come sbb aku patut wake him up but then tade credit so aku, abang and ayah meredah lahh dinihari utk mengeluarkan peluh. aku semangat sebab dah 2 minggu tak jog but at the same time aku segan. ramaiii pula. jumpa pulak budak2 sekola lain yang dah lame tak jumpe lagi membuatkan aku segan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila aku tengok line clear dekat kawasan bukit tu, aku apa lagii tak kesa dah dengan sweater aku yg dah terangkat2 menyeksakan tu. pakai larii je. konon hebat lah kan lari 3 round padahal semput. cuma hari ini gaya aku jog agak pelik. sebab aku jog terhenti2. kalau sebelum ni, jog straight 3 round je (bukit jela yg larat) ni tadi terstop2. aku da over penat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw him dari jauh. tersengih dahhh. haha sebab yela tak sangka die datang jugak kan. die salam ayah abang semua then aku pun nak blah balik rumah dah. but suddenly aku rasa pusing. takleh nafas. abang suro tahan sampai kereta tapi aku just nak duduk kejap. amik kau bile dah terduduk terus separuh sedar. abang dah lari nak pegi amek kereta. ayah pulak terpaksa menguatkan diri memapah aku. aku try bangun and jalan tp after beberapa langkah, aku terjatuh balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam tak bernyawa je rasa tadi. ade orang da berkerumun and suro aku baring. masa tu aku harap sgt aku kuat boleh la jalan sikit pegi kereta tapi tah. aku tak rasa darah mengalir dalam badan. ayah dah risau. mamat tu pulak dah datang kat aku. sumpah malu. maluuu sangat. ayah suro dia tolong but then die boleh buat ape je kan. kalau ayah suro die papah aku pon, memang aku akan sedaya upaya jalan sendiri la. malu malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abang datang and die nak dukung. aku tak nak la kene dukung dpn public. aku try jalan jugak. tah la. aku nampak oh abang memang sayang gila kat aku. tapi just imagine kalau tadi abang takde. ayah tak larat n gerenti die suro mamat tu yg papah. seee macam cite hindustan. haha ni sume sebab tak alas perut pagi tadi and minum seteguk air je. dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now dah okay cuma perut and kepala still rasa berapi. esok sekolah. exam lagi tu. kuat kuat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-3571606723219681512</id><published>2011-05-16T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:27:58.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i fall in love with a guy, i will make sure i stick to the one and ignore others. but when he broke my hopes, i couldn't deny to ensure this feeling to stop. it is painful. very painful.&amp;nbsp; and i swear to God i never seek for a guy to replace whoever who came in my life. they just..came. those people can talk, assume things without knowing the truth. i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to those people who think i was trying to show off by bajet alim or sort of, just back off. He knows what's hiding in my heart. He knows what's everything u don't know. but pretty please, this is MY territory. and again i think i'd mentioned this before, ' i never ask anyone to view and read MY blog' u may say what u wanna say and yeah, i don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-3571606723219681512?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/3571606723219681512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=3571606723219681512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/3571606723219681512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/3571606723219681512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-i-fall-in-love-with-guy-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-3055823770609206955</id><published>2011-05-15T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T00:27:54.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lagi nak exam, lagi banyak post aku nak buat.. entah. maybe i just need place to spill out my feelings kot. i am clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought ayah was getting better. i mean, his health but seems like.. entahlah. kena serang lagi tadi n i was like, pegang ayah and baca qursi selawat semua. then ayah okay balik. risau. aku mengaku that was my first time tgk ayah kena serang depan mata cause bfr this bila ayah kena, aku takde mase benda tu jadi. i was about to cry. cepat2 naik bilik and hold my phone, looking for anyone yg aku boleh call. tapi.. yeah. tatau nak call sape.&lt;br /&gt;ingat nak tanya cikgu bio aku pasal penyakit ayah ni. take time kot nak sembuh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i feel like sharing something with you guys. pasal audition hari guru hari tu... aku dapat. alhamdulillah. but ibu kinda tak suka anak die yg sorang ni nyanyi2. yela aurat kan. tapi aku bukan selalu masuk benda2 camni. plus, aku masuk pun niat utk cikgu and kawan aku. serious. bukan nak mencapub ke ape. somehow i wished she would understand. hobi aku nyanyi tapi aku taknak jadi penyanyi. but when ibu cakap, hukum hakam agama aku taleh persoalkan...terdiam gak aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku mengaji n baca yasin tiap hari.. tapi kenapa aku susahhhh sangat nak tinggalkan dunia barat ni.. sebab aku mengaku lagu2 orang puteh ni memang melekakan. kalau nak cuba tanak dgr lagu ongputeh sehari kan, gerenti tak jadi. kalau petang dgr selawat ke nasyid ke orang mengaji alquran ke, gerenti malam dengar balik lagu orang puteh. so addictive oh lagu2 ongputeh ni. kalau nak dibandingkan aku dengan abang, jauh beza. phone abang penuh lagu nasyid. haha segan pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi ibu ayah abang adik2 aku sume tau aku camane. so dorang taleh buat ape. aku je kena amik inisiatif berubah sendiri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-3055823770609206955?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/3055823770609206955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=3055823770609206955' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/3055823770609206955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/3055823770609206955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/05/lagi-nak-exam-lagi-banyak-post-aku-nak.html' title=''/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-8498969598316782746</id><published>2011-05-14T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T03:54:11.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>percaya tak i wrote his name dalam essay english pagi tadi? hahaha aku pilih tajuk life and kaitkan dengan hidup aku and orang sekeliling. sampai basah kertas akibat tangisan dalam diam aku tu. haha sounds funny kan. tapi tulah ceritanya.. aku agak allergic dengan word life tu. nanti habislah emotional bagai :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam menunjukkan 3.45 pagi. aku tak tahu. cuma nak luahkan perasaan di sini. aku sedihhhhh ah. kenapa la aku ni bodoh, bengap, bongok sangat. kenapa masih nak pikir pasal orang yang dah ada life sendiri. dia dah bahagia dah pon. kenapa susah sangat nak bukak hati untuk orang lain? kenapa tiap kali aku dengar orang sebut name die, automatically emosi terganggu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia dah bahagia sangat dahh. dia takkan pernah pikir pasal hal aku dahh. aku tak pernah terhegeh2 kat dia balik n aku tak pernah pikir nak jilat ludah aku balik. kalau diberi peluang utk die datang balik kat aku pun aku xkan terima. tapi kenapa mesti dia yang pegang emosi aku. kenapa everytime aku lihat benda yg ada kena-mengena dgn dia, aku akan sedih. sedih. dia kawal fikiran and emosi aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memang banyak kali aku berdoa dan aku anggap semua ni dugaan. demi Allah ini merupakan dugaan terbesar. aku tau semua ada hikmah. cuma aku harap perasaan ini akan hilang secepat mungkin.. aku dah tak tahan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-8498969598316782746?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/8498969598316782746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=8498969598316782746' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8498969598316782746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8498969598316782746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/05/percaya-tak-i-wrote-his-name-dalam.html' title=''/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-8171712005837935</id><published>2011-05-11T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T16:13:27.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKjuQ3nOkYw/Tco-auOTJtI/AAAAAAAABfw/1SY6Ts1TkhE/s1600/DSC04580.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKjuQ3nOkYw/Tco-auOTJtI/AAAAAAAABfw/1SY6Ts1TkhE/s320/DSC04580.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as u wished, i will go. let the silence between you and me shows how bad you have treated me. though u still havent realised.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;dear heart, you just have to get a lil bit stronger. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memandangkan esok periksa bahasa melayu, saya rasa nak cakap bm lah pulak. but still rojak la well you know mehhh hiikk3. yow yow exam da start. saya tau la awak mesti cakap saya ni tak sedar diri. periksa pertengahan tahun kotttttttttt tp masih lagi on9! hahaha saya da ready lama dah sebenarnya tapi kenapa tiba2 bila hari periksa menjelang, saya mcm tak boleh buat je periksa kali ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sejak hari isnin lepas, terus rasa lain macam. minta ampun maaf la kepada sesiapa yang terasa. saya memang sedar tak sedar je masa tu. tak sedar apa yang saya buat. salah saya juga. siapa suruh masa cikgu tengah mengajar kat depan, saya duduk layan bluess menitik ayak mata kat belakang. kan saya cakap saya tak boleh stresssssss. nanti saya sakit balik. haaaa cakap terang2 ni :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila saya tengok kawan2 terbaik saya risau pasal saya, suruh saya lawan perasaan tu, saya rasa macam... entah lah.. bukan niat nak menyusahkan ke apa.. cuma... entah lah.. saya doa sangat tiada sesiapa akan rasa macam apa yang saya rasa.. saya cuma nak jadi macam diyana amirah yang dulu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baik. tak nak lah segmen sedih2 ni. oh semalam kan, saya memberanikan diri pergi audition untuk persembahan hari guru. luqman aka kawan sekelas ajak saya jadi teman dia nyanyi. saya pun memang dah lama tak buat persembahan kan. pada mulanya memang agak kecut perut. sebab baru baik sakit tekak dan selesema. tapi saya redah jugak lah demi kawan kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memang agak kelakar budak alpha pergi audition untuk buat persembahan hari guru. yelah. budak alpha kan selalu dicop sebagai budak nerd. ramai yang memuji walaupun saya rasa saya macam teruk je semalam. saya pun tak berharap tinggi. ada rezeki ada lah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh saya sangat bersemangat ke sekolah belakangan ini! sebab apa ek? :O AHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay sorry post kali ini memang direka khas untuk buat semua orang blur ayam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-8171712005837935?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/8171712005837935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=8171712005837935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8171712005837935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8171712005837935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-u-wished-i-will-go.html' title=''/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKjuQ3nOkYw/Tco-auOTJtI/AAAAAAAABfw/1SY6Ts1TkhE/s72-c/DSC04580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-6293886427732066940</id><published>2011-05-06T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T16:08:55.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bulan mei dimulakan dengan kejadian yg agak menyedihkan. i saw him after a year tak nampak bayang pun. and starting from that day, emosi sangat tak stabil. mmg aku mengaku kat semua yang aku da move on, tapi kenapa bila aku nampak die, terus terganggu emosi ni.. idk why :( ya Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila ditambah lagi dengan masalah lain yang bertimpa-timpa, i couldnt help it. cuma bila berzikir dan selawat, baru tenang sikit rasa.. dan sekarang, aku tak sehat pula. exam mid year mggu depan da start. nak lempiaskan tension, unifi rosak. :( ni pun dekat office ayah. mmg saje nak aku belaja utk exam la gamaknya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi ade la benda yg buat aku happy sikit :) semangat nk g sekolah :D hahaha gila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baiklah. wish me luck for ths upcoming exam. n i also wanna greet to all of the students. all the best yea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psssssst/ btw, 192 hari lagi nak spm haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-6293886427732066940?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-48863480032724014</id><published>2011-04-22T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T01:11:18.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are words if you really don't mean em</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;kali ni aku rasa macam nak cakap pasal... perasan. dan. pujian. woot woot ada kene-mengena ke? but first and foremost, perihal ini tiada relate kepada yang masih hidup atau yang telah meninggal dunia. sebab benda ni da lama ada dalam kotak fikiran aku. cuma tidak terlunas lagi hajat nak menulis di sini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;mari sama-sama kita renungkan ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;takpe kalau nak jadi perasan.&lt;/b&gt; perasan tu satu tanda memanjakan diri. terutama kalau org tu susah nak dapat pujian. boleh la amik inisiatif nak bina self-esteem. tapi jangan terlebih. just imagine if tiap hari berdialog sendiri or dengan orang sekeliling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;'walawey, lawa nye aku. make up makin cantik rupa wajahku',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;'alamak, knp aku rasa mamat tu usha aku? hihihihihihii dalam hati ada tamann. tak sia2 aku pakai lelawa'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;'ramainya perempuan tengok aku. mmg tak rugi tiru gaya rambut bieber'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; atau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'kau tak rasa aku ni comel ke? da la gebu2 macam cotton candy tu'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;HELLO, STOP IT. nanti orang meluat, menyampah, mintak maki, kaki dan sebagainya. kalau setakat ala kadar tu leh la tahan lagi telinga ni nak menampung. tp kalau dah jd mcm siulan all the time, nauzubillah tak panjang la umo. diri akan rasa annoyed dgn manusia mcm tu. terutama sekali kalau kite ter'crush' dengan mamat or minah perasan, just imagine macam mana. pandang or jeling sikit je si dia dah cakap dahh kita ni peminat setia dia. padahal saje je nak tengok tangg or part mane yg berkenan. dusta belakaa :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;dan apabila kita menerima pujian, seelok-eloknya kita ucapkan terima kasih. tidak kira lah whether org yg puji kite tu ikhlas ke tak atau sebab ingin menjaga hati, yg penting bila dah terkeluar word, 'comel kau hari ni' ke ape, cakap la terima kasih n semat dalam hati, syukur alhamdulillah. sebab semua yg baik dtg drpd Allah, bukannya kita. pujian ni sebenarnya bagus. die merangsang diri kita jadi lebih semangat and ceria. bayangkan if org yg korang sayang puji korang lawa ke, nsem ke ape ke, mesti kembang semangkuk kan hati korang? that's goooood fyi. die akan affect mood kite for the whole day. and insyaAllah good things will just smoothly flow later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;tetapi aku mengaku aku sangat takut dgn pujian. sangat takut. sebab aku takut akan ada timbul sifat riak dalam diri. nauzubillah, kan. kadang2 bila org selalu puji, tipu ah tade rasa bangga. tp elakkan drpd bermegah. sebab mcm ape yg aku ckp tadi, tu sume hak Allah. aku selalu fikir, how if Allah tarik nikmat tu? nauzubillah, minta dijauhkan. sebab tu to certain people yg puji, i will just ignore je. mcm kalau dgn kawan2 rapat tu lain cite la, memang perangai mengada terlebih tu mst terkeluar punya especially bila kene puji. tp tu lah, jgn cepat makan dgn pujian. lebih2 lagi kalau ayat manis dr laki. kadang2 kite, perempuan ni pk die dok puji kite sorg je. padahal behind our back, bertimbun perempuan lain yg die dok puji jugak :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;so ape yg aku nk tekan kat sini,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;jangan perasan. kau pikir kau cantik? kau pikir kau hebat? ramai lagi cantik and hebat drpd kau. elakkan drpd kumpul musuh yeeee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;apa kata sekali-sekala kau puji la kawan2 kau ke, ayah kau ke, ibu ke adik beradik ke.. dapat eratkan kasih sayang tau. awwwww&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;jangan makan pujian. takut nanti rasa diri lebih lawa or tampan drpd org lain. kan dosa tu membandingkan diri dgn org lain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;oh and to those yg nak flirt2 kan, ape kata korg pk ayat lain pulak. asyik2 pujian yg same je, aku da bosan :/ (mcm ade peminat :p )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;hihihi ape lah diyana amirah ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-48863480032724014?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/48863480032724014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=48863480032724014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/48863480032724014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/48863480032724014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-are-words-if-you-really-dont-mean.html' title='what are words if you really don&apos;t mean em'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-4498856432128173958</id><published>2011-04-19T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:07:55.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;if u ever realised, how a word could make someone changed in a blink of eyes. if u didnt even mean about what you've said, when it's still bugging in my mind and now u tell me how the hell could i just forgive and forget? it took a whole day for me, locking inside my room, weeping silently. i thought u were my BESTGUYFRIEND. i thought i'd be the best, supporting you from your back even i hardly accept the fact that you're into a girl who isnt good enough for you. I TRIED. but then, u payed me with that bullshit joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;yeah, maybe i'm emotionally unstable. maybe i dont deserve to be friends with anyone. maybe i AM sucks as a friend. maybe, perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i just dont give a damn.&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/5882098349605313251-4498856432128173958?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/4498856432128173958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=4498856432128173958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/4498856432128173958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/4498856432128173958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-u-ever-realised-how-word-could-make.html' title=''/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-916613003496026552</id><published>2011-04-18T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:00:12.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>literature camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xo6fF4oIerE/TasoFg1nVEI/AAAAAAAABfo/vIb_wcHDlKU/s1600/DSC04242.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xo6fF4oIerE/TasoFg1nVEI/AAAAAAAABfo/vIb_wcHDlKU/s320/DSC04242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596611037117240386" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hellloooo cyber world. helllooo dearest diaryana. hellllooo dear readers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;alllriteyyy, lemme make it short but sweet :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i was one of the smkbtho's students who suddenly interested to join this camp even at first, i didnt feel like goin. but alhamdulillahhh, i'm glad to be there. the place was so niceeee and beautiful, the facilities provided were justt fantastic. fregginlyyy comfortable i told cha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;we had to combine with smk perimbun's students and yeah, i'd been expecting my ex schoolmates were there too but nahhh. most of em were indians and chinese yet they were being soooo nice to me. but somehow i wished i was in the other group, got along with active students. i hate when the time everyone was looking at me, like i was the only person on earth who had to save people from death. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;haiyaa but wtv it is, rm50 fees is worth it. one of the unforgettable moments in 2011, i guess. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-916613003496026552?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/916613003496026552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=916613003496026552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/916613003496026552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/916613003496026552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/04/literature-camp.html' title='literature camp'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xo6fF4oIerE/TasoFg1nVEI/AAAAAAAABfo/vIb_wcHDlKU/s72-c/DSC04242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-9217218029349566116</id><published>2011-04-10T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T01:57:03.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i just read kak bina's blog. she wrote about nuffnang semua ni. and like seriously memang betul. aku da lama nak remove nuffnang sebelah ni sbb tak berfungsi.  kalau dulu masa nuffnang ni elok lagi, best tgk blog2 orang sebab most of the bloggers yg active, akan drop by and secara tak langsung leh la connect to each other. and dorg pun sume mantop2 punya blog. best. but then bila nuffnang ni da gila, buat menyemak je baik aku delete. tak gitu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;aku mengaku bila org follow aku, i'll follow back sbb aku tau mmg dorg nk aku follow balik. tapi memang serious la aku ckp, aku susah nak berkunjung ke blog2 orang. bukan sombong. tp banyak lg benda lain kene buat. busy dgn fcebook, tumblr lagi. twitter pun (eceh) aku lebih suka baca blog org yg mmg aku always update dari dulu. maaf ye jgn terasa hati. dan aku rasa niat nak earn from blog tu pun okay. senang2 je dapat duit best ape. asyik2 mintak duit mak bapak je bosan jugak. and oh gain experience. haha tade reason lain ke nak kasi hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;kak bina, yana bukan nk bidas balik tau. suarakan pendapat balik :D&lt;/i&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/5882098349605313251-9217218029349566116?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/9217218029349566116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=9217218029349566116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/9217218029349566116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/9217218029349566116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-just-read-kak-binas-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-9167499232504930492</id><published>2011-04-09T22:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T01:18:00.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ayu manis comel cantik. hoho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;' dan bagi setiap umat ada batasan waktunya (masa kehancuran). maka apabila datang waktunya, mereka tidak dapat mengundurkan waktu sebentarpun tak dapat mempercepat'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;surah Al-Araf, ayat 3&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;sedang asyik membaca tafsir al-quran, aku terjumpa sepotong ayat ni.. fikir-fikirkanlah sendiri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;baik. this week semua baik2 sahaja. cuma penyakit datang balik. i couldnt stand up for too long especially when i was on duty. but well, mane boleh layan je kann rasa sakit ni. and oh selain itu, perasaan nak spm makin hilang. duh, bahaya ni. nak kene pergi attend kursus motivasi la nampaknyaaaaaaaaaa -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so for post kali ni, malas pulak nak cecite ape yg jadi for ths whole week. semua benda sama je kecuali pagi tadi ada kursus pengawas kat sekolah. yeah mmg aku da malas nk campur urusan pengawas dah sejak dari kes tu but then i had to. kalau tak pergi ada la tindakan bagai (like i care) tp tah la. dah tahun terakhir bersekolah ni rasa mcm tak nak buat hal lah. aku ingat lagi azhar ada cakap,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;' aku pernah terpikir, apa yg pernah buat untuk sekolah ni sedangkan lagi beberapa bulan je nak habis sekolah dah.&lt;/b&gt;'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;betul gak ape die ckp tapi mcm azhar ni die gifted la. boleh debate, boleh bahas. tapi aku tak boleh. so imma pay it back in other way. banyak cara en. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;okay here comes the thangg, nak share something ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;beberapa hari lepas aku and adila aka best friends yg takde koje ni buat la mcm satu game. actually bukan game. tapi mcm mencari pendapat lah. dila start dulu! aku malas nk main sebenarnya sebab segan. tp sometimes ktorg nak gak kan dgr pendapat org lain mengenai kita. tp game kali ni ktorg jadikan amersalim aka mamat jujur yg jd pembidas. eh bukan pembidas. juri la senang cite. senang je soalan die. 'antara aku and dila, sape lagi cantik?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hahaha memang sengal ayam gila kan punya soalan. jgn muntahhh. jgn jgn jgn. ish naik segan aku nk share kat sini. tp takpe let me continue. amer punya muka da lain macam. agak stress sbb tatau nk ckp siapa. aku pulak jenis ta kesah sgt sbb well, aku mmg tak cantik pon. biasa2 je. selepas beberapa minit berlalu, nilah jawapannya;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'diyana, kau ni ayu. and cantik la'. i was like, aku ayu? aku brutal kot. dgn mamat ni pun aku suke buli2 mcm mane leh kate ayu. and dila pula, 'kau comel and cantik'. but still tak jawab soalan kan. aku tau mamat tu nk jaga hati je tu. n aku tanya lah, ape beza nya ayu manis cantik comel. pandangan seorang lelaki nilah kot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ayu: muka matang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;comel: muka baby face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cantik: terlampau subjektif.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;manis: perempuan yg biasa2, tapi sedap mata memandang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;okay let me explain something. he wasnt the first guy who'd say i look older than my age. ramai. ramai sgt. and that's the reason why i dress up just like those life-after-school girls. in prev relationship, i'd been told not to act childish. jadi matang. tak nak nampak mcm budak2 sgt. and one of the final words from my ex pun ada berkaitan dgn kematangan. serious pedih sgt everytime ingat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;aku memang tak matang. but in certain things, aku boleh la jugak memberi pendapat yg bernas. based on experience. org ckp aku matang tp aku tak rasa. org yg matang pandai kawal emosi. aku? ish tayah cakap la mcm mane. so aku rasa if ada lagi persoalan mengapa aku suka pakai mcm org tua, aku da jawab dah pertanyaan korg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;semua perempuan di luar sana semuanya cantik. cantik mengikut perspektif masing-masing. tp jika sekadar cantik luaran, tetapi hatinya tidak, takde guna jugak kan? pape hal pun, semua itu ciptaan Allah. org lain berhak menilai tp hanya Dia yg tahu luaran dan dalaman. wallahualam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-9167499232504930492?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/9167499232504930492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=9167499232504930492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/9167499232504930492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/9167499232504930492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/04/ayu-manis-comel-cantik-hoho.html' title='ayu manis comel cantik. hoho'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-392572190286098993</id><published>2011-04-04T00:18:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T02:21:38.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D senyumm tak perlu kata apa-apa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rasa nak senyum sampai ke telinga :D just now baru refresh biology chapter cell division. ada la hamba Allah ni mintak tolong ajar. *woot woot i like :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;baiklahhhh. memang busy betul lahh last week. tak cukup rest wa cakap lu. hari isnin whole day practice pantun sampai pukul 5 petang. hari selasa pergi bertanding kt Cheras Jaya. we lost but at least we gained somethg. experience. and met new friendssss. kawan2 from S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;g L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ng s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;emua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;nyaa hotstuffs. nak dijadik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;an cerita, salah seorg drpd team members tu ada dalam friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; fb. patut la hari tu dok memandang tersengih-sengih. and aku ni pulak jenis tak cam budak2 fb. kad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;ang2 rasa mcm kejam jugak. approve tapi tak try nak kenal ke ape tp nk wat camane kan? hihii best dapat kawan baru :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ni haa few of the pictures;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1qbf2tLK1s/TZimCz_phqI/AAAAAAAABeI/XMvA6Y0eV6k/s320/DSC_9207.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591401504627590818" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYu6NEzQ0JM/TZim4GNJY4I/AAAAAAAABeQ/gpY4fJDm4ts/s320/DSC_9271.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591402420049109890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bs7AbNgF_zc/TZio1J2Q3JI/AAAAAAAABeY/h4fveCcx-c4/s320/DSC_9397-1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591404568510520466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NX3FLYMcTuM/TZipL2uQaHI/AAAAAAAABeg/xTwXNrA7L24/s320/DSC_9498-1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591404958513653874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;and oh, first test kali ni aku dalam kedudukan nombor 11 dlm kelas. doa nak dapat top 10 tp tak tercapai. tidak mengapa. gonna struggle hard for midyear nnt. JPS punya soalan gerenti baikkkkkkkk punya menggigil nak jawab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;okay continue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;semua baik2 sahaja sepanjang minggu lepas. and hari ahad kali ni adalah terbaikkkkkkkk! begini citenya (cecite cecite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RjlNkUjwhyo/TZixzAXoNKI/AAAAAAAABeo/ceNqyik2GFI/s320/DSC04065.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591414427211019426" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFX7PK6As1M/TZiySHzZTyI/AAAAAAAABew/fQCauoYy-lA/s320/DSC04063.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591414961782476578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;aku diberi tugas utk menjadi sukarelawati dalam road run kali ni. seriouslyy aku takot and cuak sbb weh nampak darah je rasa nk muntah. mmg taleh jadi doktor. tp aku kuatkan semangattt! ade la 2 patients je tu pun aku mcm tak buat pape. nani buat semua. aku sekadar pandang2 jeling2 pegang2 renggang2 hihihi sengal. and alhamdulillah, rumah suaindah dinobatkan sbg juara again. bape kali berturut2 dahhh. aku ni semangat kesukanan punya tinggi. cuma kalau lah diberikan kudrat boleh berlari, mmg laaaa aku join lari road run tadi. hihi oh suaindah tu rumah ijauu! ijau ye rakan2 sekalian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;and as always, rakan baik, aquilah menang la bab2 lari ni. nombo 4 tauuu. tau2 jela geng2 aku cmne bisingnya. mcm monyet bersorak. but we're all supportive okayyy hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;dan tatkala sedang asyik berborak, ada la seorang drpd kalangan ktorg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt; tetibe cadang nak pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt; education fair yg sedang berlangsung di Mines. niat di hati mcm tanak pergi tp rasa mcm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt; perlu pulakk benda2 cmni kan. supaya ada la information sikit. takdelah ternganga bila masuk universiti or apply UPU nanti. so here it goesss, wowowow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8VJZ4UiogZk/TZi0xFoECgI/AAAAAAAABfA/_-lWGBBJnGc/s320/DSC04078.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591417692797274626" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0E09sqkBNM/TZi13R3JjPI/AAAAAAAABfY/XrJEySKisRA/s320/DSC04080.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591418898672618738" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEdBhGICH8g/TZi1MaYpXqI/AAAAAAAABfI/9swn4xC7Cz0/s320/DSC04112.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591418162226224802" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GtIYAbgeWU8/TZi2IKdBM7I/AAAAAAAABfg/NVjpdm2u8NE/s320/DSC04123.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591419188741747634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;education fair ni sgtlah bagus yaa. di samping cuci mataa, kami dapat pelbagai informasi. tanya macam2 lah. dila paling semangat. aku datang pun tanya2 jugak la sikit. just yg plg rasa berminat gila bila sampai booth JPA. tanya pasal scholarship and etc. kami jugak pergi la from one booth to anotherr. tanya pasal asasi tu apa, diploma tu apaa beza nya semua. and ape courses yg disediakan di universiti2 tersebut. tah la. ibu suruh masuk UIA. tp kalau isu taleh pakai selendang di UIA tu betul, memang aku pertimbangkan balik. haha sengal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ada nampak mamat pakai baju pilot. aku sedih. serious. ingat mamat tu. and terpaksa lupakan cita-cita aku. aku tatau lah mmg aku naturally so into airplanes. nak jd pilot ibu tak restu. yela kalau kapal terbang terhempas, mmg ibu da tade anak perempuan dah. tapii.. :( sampai sekarang tatau nk jadi apa. konon nk chem eng sbb sangat2 suka chemistry but then someone told me yg physics kene tough. physics aku pulak biasa2 je. medic? babai ah mmg takkan. law? boleh dipertimbangkan. accountancy? hurm... basic da ada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;selepas pusing2 hampir sejam, kami pun meredah onak dan badai. perut lapoo then p lepak old town pula. pekene paratta ngan kari, air cokelatt. pergh masyukkkkkkk. nak dijadikan cerita, ade lah adegan tak senonoh berlaku di sana. mmg memalukan :/ gelang terputus. sebab apa? aku kan ganas, pakai tarik je gelang tu sampai habis manik2 jatuh :( syg kot gelang tu. next time kene pakai bangle nampaknya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;selepas itu, mmg niat di hati nk karok. yela sbb everytime sch hols, mmg im gonna make sure karok jugak at least sekali tp since march hari tu tak sempat karok, ape lagiiii. terlunaslah hajat. bayangkan 5 orang dalam satu box tu. mmg laa kann pergaulan bebas tp takdelah bebas sgt pegang2 mcm clubbing. simpang. tah la. i'd fun with em. nyanyi 10 songs beramai-ramai. dgr akmal nyanyi haha comel gila. and dila pun samaa. hihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;memang lah korg tgk aku dress up mcm mane. ibu pun kata aku pakai mcm nk g dinner. and mcm biasa la aku ckp simple je aku dress up tu. kalau dinner lagi hebat. hahahaha tah laaa. i told you sume tu melibatkan confidence. aku rasa mcm konfiden bila berjalan. aku tak kesah org pandang aku. niat bukan nak tarik perhatian tapi konfiden. tu yg penting. thats y aku berani pakai pape as long as takdelah terdedah. huhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;oh by the way. esok cuti yow. i loike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-392572190286098993?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/392572190286098993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=392572190286098993' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-2875822874958630402</id><published>2011-03-25T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:20:32.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome . awesome :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;I NEED BREAKKKKKKKKK FROM THIS HECTIC LIFE. :/ bayangkan from 6.30 pagi balik pukul 4, 5 petang.. takpelah, just for a week lagipun. gotta sacrifice a lil bit of my time for the upcoming competition. oh shall i tell u here what i'm involved in? PANTUN. like seriouslyyyyyy pantun? :O i can sing (everyone can sing) but i cannotttt pantunn. i get the lenggok la tapi berbalas pantun jual beli bagai? and nak tambah. in one minute kene prepare satu rangkap pantun. one minute. duh am i under estimating myself? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;jadiiii keputusan first test kali ni tidak lah memberangsangkan pun. &lt;b&gt;2A+1A2A-4B.&lt;/b&gt; A+ untuk agama n math. A utk bm. oh memang sgt menyedihkan bm tadapat A+. stuck kat rumusan. :/ 2A- pulaa bagi subjek sejarah dan +math. 4B pulaa; english biology chemistry and physics. hahaha english i B u know? takpelah, even rakan2 yg hebat english pun dapat B. n again, stuck kat summary :/ menyedihkan. but it's okayy. baru ujian kan. tade benda pun markah ujian ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;rasa2 semua tau kannn results spm keluar rabu lepas. alhamdulillah SMKBTHO2 naik peratus kualitinya cuma peratus keseluruhan agak menurun. hal ini demikian kerana peratus pelajar lulus BM tahun ni agak mendukacitakan. ceh aku mcm tau sume benda je. tp betullah aku ckp ni. bukan sekolah btho je menurun. jiran2 sekolahku pun turun jugak peratus mereka. maybe sebab graph BM tahun 2010 naik kot.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;10 students senior btho dapat straight A. ada sorg straight 9A+. n dua org 9A+1A. dorg dah recheck semula result. harap2 ada kesilapan la kan. dapat 10a+. n one of my seniors, kak nik deanna achieved 7a+2a. i was speechless gilaaaaa. masa diumumkan dia one of straight a's students, she just arrived kt dewan n aku n dila mcm over excited suro die naik pentas cepat2. hahaha sangat kabut la jugak. tp aura tu sgt dirasai. berair mataa tgk those yg berjaya. ada yg jerit2 melompat2 happy. ada yg masammmm. tp pelik gak knp tak ramai yg nangis oh? hahaha tu yg aku tunggu tu sebenarnya. adegan drama free :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hari khamis pula, sekolahku menjadi tuan rumah for debate. n i was incharged jd time keeper. bukan debater eh, semua. tak reti bercakap dpn audience plus i dont hv the guts. haha. n alhamdulillah BTHO won. mmg salute to ariff, azhar, lim, marissa and also yo. they deserve it pon. ariff as yg paling experience mmg sangat menggugat jiwa. i mean, menyakitkan hati gak tgk cara die menyindir. sangat menusuk hati. sampai budak sekolah lain pun agak cuak. nampak sangat riak muka dorg cuak dgn ariff. n insyaALLAH mereka akan ke peringkat daerah pula :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;okay, di sini sahajalah post aku pada kali ini. name pon DIARYana en. update cecite terbaru je. ttoooddles xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/03/awesome-awesome-o.html' title='awesome . awesome :O'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-6805908333575872451</id><published>2011-03-19T21:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:40:50.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19mac2011</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/-aA9ir5aZ9PE/TYTciWnqO-I/AAAAAAAABeA/9P2aHtdo7vw/s1600/DSC03628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aA9ir5aZ9PE/TYTciWnqO-I/AAAAAAAABeA/9P2aHtdo7vw/s320/DSC03628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585831920591846370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 mac. kenapa susah sgt la nak buang tarikh keramat ni dr kepala otak aku ni? padahal da dua tahun berlalu. hahahaha. penangan seorang lelaki yg tak pernah menghargai. dia da ade new life pon. everyone knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;baik! hari ni ada mood nk ckp pasal cintan-cintun. ni yg syok ni. well, nak kate tgh angau... tade la KOT. happy tu ade la sikit. sikit? eh tak lah, banyak :D hihihi biasa lah hidup. ade upside down. cukup la sekadar aku ada org yg support aku no matter what happen. enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;sebenarnya tarikh 19mac ni agak bermakna bagi aku. i mean, used to be la. sekarang da tak dahh. ingat lagi two years ago ex aku proposed. face to face on first date. sweet enn? dulu boleh la berbunga-bunga hati bile pk. now? sumpah seranah kauuuuu nyah. dari kawan ke kawan baik ke pakwe ke musuh. musuh? yeahh i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;kelaka bile pk2 balik. tak boleh ke jadi kawan even though dah break up? to certain people mcm aku ni, once da break, tayah da la nak baik2. that's why if ade org propose ke ape at this time being, i'll just ignore. pasal? sebab im afraid bila da break up nnt masing2 buat2 tak kenal. sedihhhh u know. sedih. terutama sekali if orang tu orang yg sgt dkt ngan kite. i think u got what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and lets talk about jealousy. jealous bagi insan bernama perempuan itu mmg lumrah. n satu ketika dulu aku pun turut merasai benda yg sama. aku sangattt kuat jealous dulu2. cepat merajuk. suke curse2 bila marah. memang aku menyesal berkelakuan mcm tu. tp tgk laa. waktu tu aku baru form 3 kot. mentah sangat lah wehh nk get into serious relationship. pakai buat ikot suka je. n dapat pulak partner yg kuat mengongkong. memang babai la kan sape tak kenal diyana, minah kuat protes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;kenapa mesti jealous? keyword in relationship is trustworthy. kalau tak percaya dgn partner sendiri, sape lagi? tak semestinya ur own partner kelua melepak ngan kawan2 die, die curang belakang korg. pastu start laa perang dunia ke-3. gaduh sebab tak suke partner u kua melepak ngn kawan. yela bila da melepak, mmg gerenti partner u tak text u kan. tapi knp susah sgt? die buat benda yg menghappykan die and u should be happy too. tak gitu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it aint cool to control someone else's life. if u're a guy, kau control hidup awek kau, tak semestinya awek kau tu akan jadi bini kau. n same goes to u, girls. korg tade hak nk control hidup seseorang tu. n for girls, kalau kite da kawen pon, kite still takde hak nk control hidup laki kite. dosa tu dosa. haaa ni nk kasi ceramah agama ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ape kata korg take it easy. cube memahami atr satu sama lain. bila partner korg happy, korg tumpang la happy same. bila partner korg lepak ngn opposite sex, jgn la hangen satu badan. normal lah tuuuuu ade kawan laki , perempuan. tp beware la jugak. if terlampau percaya sangat pun susah. kalau dpt pulak partner jenis yg tak guna, tak ke haru? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mcm aku, aku nk cari partner yg paham aku. terutama sekali bila rata-rata ramai org tau perangai aku cmne en. susah nk cari org satu kepala. aku ramai kawan laki n of course aku tanak ah dpt yg kuat jeles en just like case2 aku dulu. n dapat yg pandai pujuk pon best gak. hahaha boleh pulak mcm tu :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;dah dah post kali ni agak merapu. harap maklum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-6805908333575872451?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/6805908333575872451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=6805908333575872451' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/6805908333575872451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/6805908333575872451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/03/19mac2011.html' title='19mac2011'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aA9ir5aZ9PE/TYTciWnqO-I/AAAAAAAABeA/9P2aHtdo7vw/s72-c/DSC03628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-9035658653611262586</id><published>2011-03-19T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T01:09:10.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jangan buat leceh sama gua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;post kali ni aku dedicate khas kepada pendengki2 di luar sana yg mmg tak pernah nk stop membodohkan diri. maaf lah mmg post kali ni aku pakai cakap lepas je. biar sedar sikit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hidayah itu milik Allah. &lt;b&gt;milik Allah&lt;/b&gt;. aku bersyukur sbb hatiku terbuka utk pakai tudung sejak aku darjah 3 lagi. tiada paksaan drpd sesiapa termasuklah ibu dan ayah. tetapi kau tak boleh samakan aku dgn semua org. tak semua org dapat hidayah cepat spt aku. tp jika ada usaha utk berubah, insyaAllah Allah akan tolong. dgn niat yg baik. bukan hanya kerana suka-suka semata-mata. pernah tak kau pk betapa susahnya nak dapat hidayah Allah? pernah tak kau pk peritnya nak menunggu tibanya hidayah tu? dan pabila si dia sudah berubah, kau kutuk die macam2. kenapa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;aku mengaku aku tak sempurna. masih lagi berpakaian tidak mengikut syarak ttp sekurang-kurangnya aku ada usaha. kami semua ada usaha. kami semua berdoa moga-moga terbuka hati utk menjadi muslimah yg lebih baik. kau tak boleh expect 100% kami boleh terus memakai purdah atau bertudung labuh. tp demi Allah, aku mmg punya niat sedemikan rupa. cuma aku kena istiqamah dan niat kerana Allah. dan utk pengetahuan kau, kawanku berubah kerana Allah. bukan kerana fesyen semata-mata. jgn lah disebabkan tuduhan tak berasas kau tu, kau telah membuatkan ramai perempuan di luar sana terbantut niat mereka utk berhijab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;dan pabila kau persoalkan perihal kami melepak di starbucks, mmg benar semua pernyataan kau. aku tahu tu sume. tp utk pengetahuan kau, bukan starbucks je yg menyumbang kepada israel. habis tu mcdonald's? banyak lagi la weh. banyak. bile org nampak je manusia2 tgkp gmbr dpn starbucks, mula la ckp itu ini. padahal diri sendiri tak sedar yg banyak lagi restoran or brand2 yg jd penyumbang gak. dan utk pengetahuan kau, sejak aku tahu perihal starbucks and israel, aku dah kurangkan jejak aku kt sane dah. aku tak lagi dilabel sbg minah suka lepak starbucks lagi dah. aku tau tanggungjawab aku. dan kau tak payah susah2 nk blame kawan2 aku. pape hal blame aku je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;yg aku paling menyirap bila kau masukkan name parents aku. memang aku mengaku ayah ibu aku alim. kuat agama. kau takde hak nk cakap aku ni mcm tak dapat cukup didikan agama. ayah ibu dah besarkan aku cukup sempurna. dorg jalankan tanggungjawab mereka juga dgn sempurna. dorg percaya aku takkan lakukan perbuatan terkutuk. takkan la sebab aku dok lepak starbucks setakat nk hilangkan dahaga kau nak ungkit2 nama parents aku pulak? pikir la weh. pikir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;kami boleh terima sekiranya kau menegur dgn cara yg betul. berhemah. sekiranya kau da rasa kau terlalu cukup ilmu utk menegur, insyaALLAH kami akan terima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;pernah tak kau dengar cerita zaman2 nabi dulu bhw ada seorang hamba Allah yg tidak berapa arif dalam agama masuk ke syurga tetapi sebaliknya berlaku kpd org yg alim. kenapa? kerana timbulnya rasa riak dan bangga dalam diri org alim tersebut. kerana merasakan diri terlampau bijak pandai dalam agama, dia dicampakkan ke neraka. tidak jelaskah lagi wahai engkau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;buanglah sikap hasad dengkimu. jangan taburkan fitnah. sekiranya kau syg dgn ukhwah yg terjalin, doakanlah utk kesejahteraan kami supaya kami berubah. dan sekiranya kau rasa kau berada di pihak yg benar, bangunlah. tampil ke hadapan. bincang hati ke hati dan apa yg kau tak puas hati. jgn hanya duduk di sebalik bayang2 kau je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;aku harap kau baca ni. dan beri respons. sbb aku tanak cop kau as pengecut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br 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gua'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-2733899433825560243</id><published>2011-03-16T01:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T02:37:21.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i wont ever forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FW2SrZoepDY/TX-wCVzp1YI/AAAAAAAABdo/K9c_D5E13Ig/s1600/DSC03736%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FW2SrZoepDY/TX-wCVzp1YI/AAAAAAAABdo/K9c_D5E13Ig/s320/DSC03736%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584375617222727042" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-SvgBQFcARQM/TX-vs6GTMHI/AAAAAAAABdY/mvjO8HO66vQ/s1600/DSC03686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SvgBQFcARQM/TX-vs6GTMHI/AAAAAAAABdY/mvjO8HO66vQ/s320/DSC03686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584375249007489138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TisqnV8wusw/TX-v3YJ2IBI/AAAAAAAABdg/MR9xASiAryg/s320/DSC03731.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584375428874117138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i shouldn't put high hopes cause i know at the end of the day, i will be the one who regrets. it breaks my heart, seriously. but it's okay, i'm doin just fine now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;so, yesterday hadaina, adila, nani and i went to Pavillion and as i could remember, the last time i'd been there was last year, bfr eid to be specific. we arrived there at 10.30 am. wow. very early in the morning lorhhh. nani's wedges brought some problems to her and she needed to change it so we straightly went to Cotton On. i didnt plan to buy any shoes but.. hahaha floral flats is in my shoe collections now :P *wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;the actual plan that me and somone had planned since last month didnt go well. i was frustrated, mad and feel humiliated. but sokay. things happened for reason. second chance? just wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;my tummy hurt me and i was barely walking. so it pretty gave me a lil bit distraction, i mean it affected my mood. but whatever it is, shopping always be the best medicine ever.. oh instead of being with your family and friends lah. i planned to buy a new purse only. but....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;here it goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i was sitting at the bench in Padini and yeah, wasnt planning to take a walk tho. yet suddenly nani came and brought something awesomeeee to me. shhhhhooooott. pink leopard-print envelope bag that i've been searching like forever!!!! hahah i grabbed it and asked for the price. at first i felt like it would be such a waste but my hands werent letting it go. so.. here we go again. it's mine already maa :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i promised myself it will be the last handbag i bought for the whole year. hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i wont be around starting from tomorrow till friday. will be off to fraser hill with pak uda's family. haha not excited at all. okay pray for our safety there. tata :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;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/5882098349605313251-2733899433825560243?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/2733899433825560243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=2733899433825560243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2733899433825560243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/2733899433825560243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-i-wont-ever-forget.html' title='the day i wont ever forget'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FW2SrZoepDY/TX-wCVzp1YI/AAAAAAAABdo/K9c_D5E13Ig/s72-c/DSC03736%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-814496874027524621</id><published>2011-03-12T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:37:27.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dunia oh dunia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;tsunami di Jepun yg berlaku semalam jatuh pada hari Jumaat. Jumaat. sungguh petanda nak kiamat. mungkin hari ini kita terselamat drpd kecelakaan-Nya. tp siapa tahu hari2 berikutnya? nauzubillah. dan lihatlah Malaysia. kalau dahulunya maruah dan agama diagung-agungkan tetapi kini? maksiat berleluasa bagaikan hal biasa. tidak takutkah kamu wahai manusia? sedarlah. kita kini hidup di akhir zaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;baik. penat pulak berbahasa baku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;so i just got back home from celebrating my birthday with ma fam. we went out for dinner, had a great chit-chat.. seriously lama tak keluar six of us, makan and borak2 mcm tadi. we used to be so closeeee to each other. i mean, still close la tp masing2 busy kannn. n bila duduk satu meja, macam2 cite keluar. refreshing our old times together. zaman2 baby, kanak2 riang and mcm2. ditambah lg dgn abang yang tak habis tiru gaya dalam cite hantu kak limah. siap hapal skrip bagai. hilarious sungguh :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;terima kasih Allah kerana memberikanku mereka. walaupun mungkin kehidupan kami tidak sempurna, tetapi kami bahagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;. itu yg penting. ibu tak pernah menyuruh aku melakukan sesuatu perkara yg aku tak suka. ayah tak pernah marah sekiranya aku mendapat result teruk. abang, helmi dah hazmi selalu menegurku sekiranya pakaianku ketat dan tak menutup aurat. kami sentiasa amalkan konsep nasihat-menasihati. cuma masalahnya hanya aku. aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ya Allah.. idk what my life would turn out to be if they arent here with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WbFpgkkbnZ4/TXuC9vdM2RI/AAAAAAAABdQ/rDwzSanvV1k/s320/DSC03559.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583200160278436114" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;oh another thang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;the first test. was. just. okay. hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;subject teras kalau tak dapat A memang la something wrong dgn fuse otak aku ni. chems pun okayyyy and addmath boleh la jawab (maksudnya tak banyak soalan tinggal hihi) bio and physics stuck mcm biasa -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cuti ni ada bengkel sampai hr isnin bermulanya pada pg tadi. adoi terpisat-pisat mataku. yela sape suro tido kol 2. hahaha blame on my eyes la :/ aduh. liatnyaaaaaa nak pegi class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tapi demi future, ku kuatkan juat semangat. eceh loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-814496874027524621?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/814496874027524621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=814496874027524621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/814496874027524621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/814496874027524621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/03/dunia-oh-dunia.html' title='dunia oh dunia'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WbFpgkkbnZ4/TXuC9vdM2RI/AAAAAAAABdQ/rDwzSanvV1k/s72-c/DSC03559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-8789277843509854894</id><published>2011-03-11T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:07:11.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>officially seventeen :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6jqZ0ms1nk/TXpIhf63LQI/AAAAAAAABdI/lH32x8Xxa-4/s1600/DSC03509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6jqZ0ms1nk/TXpIhf63LQI/AAAAAAAABdI/lH32x8Xxa-4/s320/DSC03509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582854428420418818" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;alhamdulillah. sudah genap 17 tahun aku hidup di muka bumi Allah semalam (10mac11). kupanjatkan syukur pada-Mu ya Rabbi kerana masih memberikanku peluang utk bernafas dan melihat keindahan alam yg Kau ciptakan utk sekalian umat manusia. dan membenarkanku meneruskan perjalanan yg penuh liku-liku di hadapan sana. hanya satu kupinta. berikanku kekuatan ya Allah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;tujuh belas tahun. wow. tak pernah terfikir akan melangkah ke umur 17 secepat ini. aku masih lagi ingat zaman kanak2 ribena dulu. aku seorg yg sangat digeruni di alam tadika. mungkin sbb aku yg paling besar atr budak2 yg lain dan aku gemar mencubit budak2 kecik yg lain sekiranya aku geram. waaaa bahagianya rasa dilayan ibarat tuan puteri. sampai lebam2 anak org aku kerjakan. tp jahat2 pon best student time tadika yg ada dua cawangan :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;dan zaman sekolah rendah aka zaman kegemilangan pula aku kerap kali muncul di atas pentas bersama2 nani. menyanyi dan menyanyi. wakil sekolah berbagai-bagai benda. top 10 student. wow i was so on top of the world. kawan2 keliling pinggang. dan masa aku darjah 6, lebih kurang 6, 7 orang mintak couple. mostly from other schools. tapi.. reject! hahahaha innocent sangat dulu. tak kenal erti cinta. tudung labuh menutup dada. gelaran ustazah pengganti nama.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;masuk sekolah menengah je....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;biarlah. yg penting aku bersyukur kepada-Nya kerana memanjangkan umurku dan memberikanku peluang untuk merasai fasa-fasa kehidupan. :) praise to you, Allah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;kadang2 aku terfikir. kenapa perlu sambut birthday diri sendiri? sedangkan ibu kita lah yg bersusah-payah melahirkan kita dan bersabung nyawa.. kenapa kita tak sambutt je ibu kita? lg banyak anak, lg best ibu2 sedunia kalau kita amalkan mcm ni.. apa kata kita bg pulak hadiah kt ibu ayah kita sbg tanda penghargaan. atau sambut bersama-sama, bertukar-tukar hadiah. tak perlu hadiah pun tak mengapa. cukup sekadar ucapan 'terima kasih ibu kerana melahirkan saya.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;semalam bagiku hanya sama dgn hari yg lain. aku lebih banyak terperap dan memikirkan pelbagai perihal yg kerap mengganggu fikiran. dan pabila terkenangkan bhw sudah besar dan matangnya Diyana Amirah Ibrahim, aku jadi kaku. bila ajalku akan tiba? masih adakah lg aku tahun hadapan? ingatlah benda yg paling dekat dgn kita ialah ajal. dia akan tiba juga cuma entah kan bila..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;jadi thanks so much to those who'd wished and oh also for the gifts. doakan yg terbaik utk aku . terima kasih :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-8789277843509854894?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/8789277843509854894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=8789277843509854894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8789277843509854894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8789277843509854894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/03/officially-seventeen.html' title='officially seventeen :)'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6jqZ0ms1nk/TXpIhf63LQI/AAAAAAAABdI/lH32x8Xxa-4/s72-c/DSC03509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-1441381381737434676</id><published>2011-03-05T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:12:05.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;tokmak&lt;/b&gt;: mira, jangan nangis eh. ayah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: nape, nape, nape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;tokmak&lt;/b&gt;: ayah terlanggar pagar rumah depan. helmi nangis2 kat bawah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: hah ape? mira tanak dengar lah. tanak tanak. * tutup telinga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;tokmak&lt;/b&gt;: ayah taleh kelua dari kereta tu. jiran semua ada kat luar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: *stand up blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;memang ayah belum sepenuhnya pulih. tidak genap sebulan ayah dimasukkan ke hospital akibat darah tinggi. tetapi apabila aku dikejutkan dengan kisah yg ini sekali lagi, aku tidak tahu apa perlu aku buat. aku terus mendail nombor telefon laila dan menangis dan terus menangis. aku takut. terlampau takut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;tetapi alhamdulillah kini ayah stabil. doktor mengesahkan tekanan darah normal dan jantung pun baik2 sahaja. pelik juga kenapa tiba2 kena serang mcm tu. sampai tangan taleh gerak and stuck inside the car till ada org datang memapah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ya Allah sungguh berat dugaan yg Kau berikan kepada kami..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;tetapi aku tahu semua ada hikmahnya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882098349605313251-1441381381737434676?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/1441381381737434676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=1441381381737434676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/1441381381737434676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/1441381381737434676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/03/tokmak-mira-jangan-nangis-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-8180629181267347497</id><published>2011-03-05T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T01:52:12.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>endless love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;we never declared about our feelings to one another. and i dont even know what does he feel about me. just a thing that makes me feel comfortable whenever he's around is, he makes me feel alive again. i feel like breathing and be myself all over again. i know it sounds gooey yet that's all i had wished for almost more than a year and now it's coming true. thank you Allah for giving me someone who i know i can depend on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i hate the time when suddenly something crossed on my mind and said, '&lt;i&gt;dianne, lets read older posts at diaryana'&lt;/i&gt;. and when i clicked at the posts in certain months that full with those love stories, i found out how i used to be so innocent, immature and loyal. i wrote everything that ever crossed on my mind. every month, i would make sure i wrote something or quotes about our monthly anniversary. i cursed people with nasty words sometimes. i shared my love problems here. it's like you refresh your memories by reading the posts after all the hard days u went through. he's not less than a stranger to me now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i always keep inside my mind that &lt;b&gt;people come and go.&lt;/b&gt; enjoy the moment of happiness fully. i knw farewell comes one day but lets not think abt it. just follow the flow, take things lightly and enjoy life to the fullest. truth be told, i love being a single lady. for almost a year and 2 months, it's pretty hard to live life without someone called a guy, yet i realised that nothing's more important than you family and best friends. and Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;thank you Allah.&lt;/i&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/5882098349605313251-8180629181267347497?l=yanamia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/feeds/8180629181267347497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882098349605313251&amp;postID=8180629181267347497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8180629181267347497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882098349605313251/posts/default/8180629181267347497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yanamia.blogspot.com/2011/03/endless-love.html' title='endless love'/><author><name>yanamia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10787671229636745348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFHkVAm6DSE/THa270cJByI/AAAAAAAABE0/fOmKTr4zZRQ/S220/P8010316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882098349605313251.post-2296610143486118898</id><published>2011-02-27T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T21:56:55.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kxhN_uNhk0/TWpXvFbeADI/AAAAAAAABc4/2jrd8nz1Nm4/s1600/DSC03346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kxhN_uNhk0/TWpXvFbeADI/AAAAAAAABc4/2jrd8nz1Nm4/s320/DSC03346.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578367554874638386" 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