<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:27:14.358+08:00</updated><category term='emotional vomit'/><category term='hobbies'/><category term='comfort'/><category term='stuff i want'/><category term='definitely wanna go again sometime'/><category term='movies'/><category term='disturbing'/><category term='blogging topics'/><category term='ps'/><category term='feelings~**'/><category term='first days'/><category term='rantings'/><category term='war'/><category term='randomness continues'/><category term='so it begins...'/><category term='positivity is the key to survival'/><category term='random story'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Liverpool you rascal you'/><category term='arts and crafts'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='anger'/><category term='nerves'/><category term='greetings'/><category term='review'/><category term='work'/><category term='current'/><category term='traffic stupidity'/><category term='contemplating syndrome'/><category term='travels'/><category term='kejadian kebiasaan hidup'/><category term='stress'/><category term='random'/><category term='rants'/><category term='hopes and prayers'/><category term='music'/><category term='winter brings complications'/><category term='feelings..nothing more then'/><category term='humanitarian'/><category term='architecture school rankings'/><category term='life'/><category term='in hope and prayer for change'/><category term='in the words of a pretend doctah'/><category term='Hari Raya'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='people'/><category term='live shows'/><category term='exhibition'/><category term='anime'/><category term='the discreet'/><category term='kembali ke dunia realiti'/><category term='random lists'/><category term='oh ohhh'/><category term='birthday wishes'/><title type='text'>view-finder</title><subtitle type='html'>in learning to see the world in a positive light</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-962285696471862360</id><published>2012-02-17T09:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T09:27:14.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/barleynotebooks/ViewFinder?authkey=Gv1sRgCJrIlO6r9v_BPA#5709910050077976130'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6e9yOwuUvco/Tz2s8CpUpkI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bu4LJi5BFws/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my vintage sweater named Ryan. He is a terribly festive red. We don't know how Ryan got his name, but we are incredibly thankful for his warmth and comfort. Thank you Ryan, you've wooled me through winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternally greatful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;your sleeping buddy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-962285696471862360?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/962285696471862360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2012/02/ryan-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/962285696471862360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/962285696471862360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2012/02/ryan-red.html' title='Ryan Red'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6e9yOwuUvco/Tz2s8CpUpkI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bu4LJi5BFws/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-8921204407064775731</id><published>2012-02-17T09:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T09:19:11.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dictionary.com</title><content type='html'>Word of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"mammonism"&lt;/b&gt; - the greedy pursuit of riches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so very interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-8921204407064775731?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/8921204407064775731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2012/02/dictionarycom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/8921204407064775731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/8921204407064775731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2012/02/dictionarycom.html' title='Dictionary.com'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-838056235169451768</id><published>2012-01-24T04:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T04:13:57.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter brings complications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings..nothing more then'/><title type='text'>Quick Fix</title><content type='html'>i haven't been actively blogging for a while now, i realize..lot's of things have happened..yes..but now i want to talk about other things..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broke my glasses last month, which can be said to be last year..hmm..luckily, i had foresight to make a pair of spare for cheap back home during summer..i wear them at night when i'm home usually as my day glasses are a bit heavy..but now that i have to wear these everyday i hate it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have come to appreciate the magic of larger framed spectacles! simply, i can see more without squinting and they make my eyes look bigger as i am naturally "sepet". Kesian my spare glasses, i don't mean to hate..i think i'm giving it negative vibes which it does not deserve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i took off my specs to use the shower, then i forgot where i put them. It took me a good half hour to locate my glasses (yes, i am quite sadly optically disabled now) and i had to result to holding up my broken pair of glasses to find the good ones. FYI, i only occasionally wear contact lenses now as i'm kind of "allergic" to them due to other reasons that we don't have to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why am i going on about this again? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know..i guess because i'm tired, i'm almost bored of doing this thing called dissertation and i'm missing home all of a sudden..again. I want to spend time with my recently pregnant cousin, i want to annoy my brother, i want to see my Popo, i want to lo-sang; twice, one with my Ah Yie, Uncle, Popo and cousins and another with my Mak Ngah and Mak Teh..most of all, i want to watch tv in the hall with my parentsss! arghhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winter blues are so depressing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : thanks SB for randomly holidaying in London..am really glad i got to come down and see you for a bit..absolute highlight of my January :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-838056235169451768?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/838056235169451768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2012/01/quick-fix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/838056235169451768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/838056235169451768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2012/01/quick-fix.html' title='Quick Fix'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-3743562474361839859</id><published>2011-12-05T07:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:41:57.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>iPad</title><content type='html'>E : Do you play "noodle-jump"?? (this is what i heard)&lt;div&gt;A : no, what's that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E : it's when you tilt your iPhone or iPad to jump on to the levels..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A : ...i don't understand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E : because the level is bouncy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A : ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E : can i show you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A : ok...but what are "you"?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E : "you" are...a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A : (hahahahaha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i now know it's a game app called Doodle Jump and "you" are a doodle that looks like a potato squid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want iPad..&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/4514565991810478175-3743562474361839859?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-6397551653546544074</id><published>2011-04-30T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T02:21:02.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional vomit'/><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>i wish i could read minds..to a certain extent..like i can switch it on and off, when i really need some peace of mind..i wish i could let other people read my mind too..when i don't know how to relay something in words..or especially when there's no way something can be described in words..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i could sing to some people..when i want to sing to these people..without feeling nauseously nervous and without over-thinking the "why-s"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i could get over myself..and get out of my head..and just have more "balls" to do something about stuff..stuff that mean a lot to me..stuff that i'm clearly finding hard to leave be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i could repeat that window of time..to appreciate it even more..to probably replay it over, and over, and over again..because it made me sincerely happy, whole, giddy and fulfilled..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;safe..strong..able...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish......a million wishes right now.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw something in the stars that night..strong enough to make me cry..i felt something that gave me light..something i'm sure changed me..something worth fighting for..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so why am i not fighting?..what's wrong with me....&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/4514565991810478175-6397551653546544074?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/6397551653546544074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2011/04/wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6397551653546544074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6397551653546544074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2011/04/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-139623093050584910</id><published>2011-03-27T05:45:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T06:17:21.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Escapes from Some Kinda Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Zee + Tea + Locanda Locatelli :)&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;the absolute bomb..zee's visit was timely and Locatelli was an EXPERIENCE..haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFTxIS8ULVM/TY5fgInIFiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/O_0EPsO-VJg/s200/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588509193285408290" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiWOvSyCJSI/TY5lRABKcFI/AAAAAAAAAiM/YsQInNKUXyU/s200/IMG_0359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588515530350424146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. London, Meet &amp;amp; Greet at Bayswater&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;made some new friends there..was an interesting outing..will definitely appreciate a "re-group" of some sort..t'was fun :)&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 style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzsNLPiRgTo/TY5gdoo4_YI/AAAAAAAAAhc/cTSHeYjXzB0/s200/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588510249854762370" /&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCRve4WeJ0U/TY5gr9eMcII/AAAAAAAAAhk/C081M64r-aA/s200/IMG_0386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588510495965212802" /&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;&lt;b&gt;3. School's Easter Ball&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;it is incredibly fun to get together every now and then with everyone dressed up, pretty, and just excitably dance-y..i just love 'em..the music and the place that night was pretty good too..&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 style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nO44lcIceg4/TY5jQ2wD-vI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Isv8fdOk2Wc/s200/IMG_2810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588513328839523058" /&gt;      &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I7_2uTofso0/TY5jdo4B8RI/AAAAAAAAAh0/m4d_VMbaSzY/s200/IMG_2811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588513548453146898" /&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 style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrycfjIlKBA/TY5j22NcVBI/AAAAAAAAAh8/gm_MujDRv5o/s200/IMG_2829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588513981529347090" /&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CjyJ1itWTmc/TY5kWZIF-LI/AAAAAAAAAiE/TBCbNFb_wU8/s200/IMG_2813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588514523478096050" /&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;March has been very kind to me :)&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;~ Now, off to work you! ~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/4514565991810478175-139623093050584910?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/139623093050584910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2011/03/escapes-from-some-kinda-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/139623093050584910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/139623093050584910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2011/03/escapes-from-some-kinda-crazy.html' title='Escapes from Some Kinda Crazy'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFTxIS8ULVM/TY5fgInIFiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/O_0EPsO-VJg/s72-c/IMG_0362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-4721383623741678789</id><published>2011-03-10T09:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:04:27.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done (Temporarily)</title><content type='html'>4 day breaks are the effing bomb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna mmmmaximizzzzzzeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;i need a doctor, doctor..to be bring me back to life~*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-4721383623741678789?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/4721383623741678789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2011/03/done-temporarily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4721383623741678789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4721383623741678789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2011/03/done-temporarily.html' title='Done (Temporarily)'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-6779817000766679006</id><published>2011-03-02T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T19:33:29.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Working Hard, Seriously! :(</title><content type='html'>freaking out..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all is good but..matilahhhhh..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so susah as it is..just to survive..minimum upper second class?..60% for all modulesss??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;piglettssssssss..die die dieeeeee..luckily contract only begins now..but still, i'll probably get an effing warning letter already..dieeeeeeeeeee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i should be going for high grades..if i plan to ever get to do a specific masters or phd..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm an idiot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;argghhhhhh..cry.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-6779817000766679006?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/6779817000766679006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-working-hard-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The Final Lap</title><content type='html'>7 days..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to solitary confinement again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not so sure that's a good thing anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it gets lonely doesn't it?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should be more worried about now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next 7 days are crucial!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;- success will only come to those who strive for it -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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' 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stupid "lady driver" mistake so they can laugh at how horrid ure side parking skills are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird things u miss in life :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~**~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;architecture ; "it is the total environment made visible"&lt;br /&gt;- Suzanne Langer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-4683375539039722176?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/4683375539039722176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2011/02/tea-house-cafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4683375539039722176'/><link rel='self' 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be..when thoughts unfurl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;needs and wants..hates, despise..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when which is what, where do we start..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;utter conviction and perpetual reasons..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are they just lies of the changing seasons?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why disappointment, why despair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;curiously, why is there even care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hopes and dreams, impulsive whims..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;delusions and fancies, of that intangibly there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe here? maybe not anywhere..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yet so upset..we do still dare..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to thirst, to crave, unrequited..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to hurt, to bleed, scarred; defeated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a strangely tasteful disposition..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what will be should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and what unyielding vagary should be made be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by you.........by me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the satisfying need of an emotional body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the continuous beat of a rhythmic heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....ignorance.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a fresh start.&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/4514565991810478175-7827334211123649496?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/7827334211123649496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2011/02/innocenceignoranceincompetence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7827334211123649496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7827334211123649496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2011/02/innocenceignoranceincompetence.html' title='Innocence..Ignorance..Incompetence..'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-7535935540846138377</id><published>2011-02-01T04:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T05:46:10.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panic attacks are not for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i need to inhale..i need to calm down..i need to not have nervous breakdowns..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to manage my emotions..i need to learn how to work well with others..i need to have a healthy hobby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to finish my work early and not just in time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to be an adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must not loose my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-7535935540846138377?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/7535935540846138377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2011/02/panic-attacks-are-not-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7535935540846138377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7535935540846138377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2011/02/panic-attacks-are-not-for-me.html' title='panic attacks are not for me'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-6715959940899595123</id><published>2010-12-28T08:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T08:35:21.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>Yet another day in London..however, no touristy things have been achieved yet..haha..accept for eating duck in Bayswater..effing A+ man..how will I survive without it now :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new hostel I'm checked into today..it's nice n quiet, compared to the one yesterday..but far too cold, with no hot water to shower at night..sayang..put this environment with yesterdays facilities and u have a winner man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a rat in the kitchen..no, too cute n small to be a rat..a mouse maybe..eee..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really bad and embarrassing happened tonight..I cannot explain, but I hope it never happens again..but God sent me an angel to save me then..alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna wake up early for breakfast tomorrow..n do a bit of work before going out for the day..I really hope I will succeed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, laundry's done..until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-6715959940899595123?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/6715959940899595123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6715959940899595123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6715959940899595123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-7805038837180425713</id><published>2010-12-27T07:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T07:00:31.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing Day</title><content type='html'>My first boxing day conquests  include :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pink Toga Dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/barleynotebooks/ViewFinder?authkey=Gv1sRgCJrIlO6r9v_BPA#5555129627110681426'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TRfI9qkuK1I/AAAAAAAAAgk/1zUpgEcKowQ/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Storybook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/barleynotebooks/ViewFinder?authkey=Gv1sRgCJrIlO6r9v_BPA#5555129697684741042'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TRfJBxe427I/AAAAAAAAAgo/AO1m7-5urLA/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..that's it..I think tomorrow may include a couple of yarn balls for my Popo..if I can afford it..n that's it :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna go broke in Paris..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-7805038837180425713?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/7805038837180425713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/12/boxing-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7805038837180425713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7805038837180425713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/12/boxing-day.html' title='Boxing Day'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TRfI9qkuK1I/AAAAAAAAAgk/1zUpgEcKowQ/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-6501723269601808144</id><published>2010-12-26T08:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T08:23:46.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><title type='text'>Great Day for Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in London, with sara-chan and her family..it's been a really nice and homey christmas so far, which is my favourite kind; nice, quite, comfortable and with great company..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning will be boxing day as it is past midnight already..we plan to leave really early to hunt for superb bargains and i'll have to make my way to my new bed for 3 nights..i'm starting to get nervous again :p sigh..need to sleep real soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my parents and my brother..i wish they were here spending christmas with me..i wish i could be going back to a hotel room with them tomorrow..but that's not the case..sigh..it's still better than staying in Liverpool freaked and alone anyway.. so let's though it out and be more bad ass, yeah!! need to learn to travel on my own..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also miss madam yaya..haha..it would have been great to meet her in London for christmas..but she deserves a better holiday than being stranded in a freezing airport..so we'll hopefully catch-up in summer, insyaAllah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're letting back-to-back episodes of "southpark" disturb us to sleep..how disturbing is that :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a big congratulations to my cousin on her wedding yesterday!..it's unfortunate that i couldn't be there..but still fantastic all in all..i really wish i could teleport right now..someday, this will all be possible..ngahahahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight dear cyber space..thanks for listening :)&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/4514565991810478175-6501723269601808144?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/6501723269601808144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/12/great-day-for-giving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6501723269601808144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6501723269601808144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/12/great-day-for-giving.html' title='Great Day for Giving'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-2189817361762391252</id><published>2010-12-24T05:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T05:42:51.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the discreet'/><title type='text'>Idle Mind</title><content type='html'>do you believe in instincts?..like the ability for your gut to tell you or rather inspire you to feel a certain way about/towards something..even when all the facts and situations are pointing in a completely different direction, your gut just still won't shut up..seriously, what do you do next?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't prepared before..but now i know i am..i'm sure of it..i've regained my stability, i have accepted and moved on and i am now able to be rational, i believe..i sound like a chant from one of those self-help books..omg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if what i'm feeling is real..i don't know anything anymore..but whatever i do feel is hella strong and it is not going away and i hate it..i hate being this out of control, it's stupid..i should be way past this childish phase of obsession..but instead what i know for sure is that it hurts so damn bad when it breaks into a million pieces in front of me and i can't fix it..and it doesn't effing go away..f***, go away!..i hate reading a blank wall, i hate the scary expanse of open sea..i   h a t e   i t   a l l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately this shitty roller-coaster i'm strapped into is the only thing that makes me feel, cornily enough, "alive"..it keeps life interesting..and as much as i hate it, i'm in love with it..what the hell is wrong with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's a good thing to distract myself with travelling..maybe i should just walk away and stay away..but these freakin fantasies are too tempting to ignore..oh God, i'm so pissed at myself right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh, this silence in my room is killing me!..and i sound like a freakin psycho..super..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for the record, i'm not suicidal or anything..and i'm emotionally perfectly fine..maybe doing too "fine" even :p..i'm just having a stupid problem with myself and i can't seem to fix it..i need to stop dreaming and focus..i can't seem to focus..dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-2189817361762391252?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/2189817361762391252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/12/idle-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/2189817361762391252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/2189817361762391252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/12/idle-mind.html' title='Idle Mind'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-4472416318846318344</id><published>2010-12-23T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:43:03.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional vomit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>Troubled Nerves</title><content type='html'>i stopped posting for a while..i actually considered stopping completely..but i succumb to the need for a place to rant my mindless thoughts..somewhere to technically receive and store it without having to give anything back..it's good therapy i think..and it doesn't bother people who don't look for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving for London in a day..it's 2 am and i'm so nervous i can't sleep..i need to wake up early tomorrow to do a few more things before departing..yet i'm awake, nervous and yawning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried about everything..tickets, accommodation, money, unforeseen circumstances, did i forget anything? important documents? blah, blah, blah..i hate it when there's no pre-prepared plan..but i do everything without good pre-planning most of the time..my brother would be so "proud" :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the 1st time i will be travelling technically alone..effing nerve wrecking..ughhhhh..never in my life i thought i would wish to cancel a fun filled fortnight and just stay in my room due to nerves..i thought i was more bad-ass than that..dammit!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, oh please God let this be a good and worth-it first trip..i'm so stressedddddd..i can't even concentrate on "Dexter"! i thought an episode would calm me ('0_0') i'm so worriedddddddddddddd..ughh, i'm such a loser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough complaining..wish me luck infinite cyber world..please let me come back in one piece, alive, breathing, perfectly well, with all things and limbs intact :p i can't believe i'm typing this shiet..i'm crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-4472416318846318344?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/4472416318846318344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/12/troubled-nerves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4472416318846318344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4472416318846318344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/12/troubled-nerves.html' title='Troubled Nerves'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-7324013721076947735</id><published>2010-11-09T09:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:49:00.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter brings complications'/><title type='text'>October Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a dreadful month..haha..had my first taste of final crit and first project here..omg..who ever said that it's easier to study overseas than at home is dead wrongggggg!!!! i feel as if i've been lied to! :(( it's so tough i want to dieeeeeee..ughhhhhhhh..i feel like such a loser, and like such a boring designer and so uncool compared to everyone else..it's so easy to fall into depression like this..arghhhhhhh..oh man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a lighter note, i absolutely LOVE our school workshop..i want to kiss the laser cutter machine!..i want one for myself someday, i'm serious..if i could, i would so spend my holidays there just making stuff for fun..it's such a magical place :) i love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, story time..i had, i would award it, my worst ever day in my life last Sunday, the 7th of November 2010..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  i slept for only 2 hours the night before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  travelled to Nottingham at 5 in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  arrived in the freezing cold clearly a lost cause and unprepared for the weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  spent 12hours there doing God knows what to kill time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  arrived back in Liverpool tired and sick at 10pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  forced myself to attend a party because the host is heaven-sent at 12am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  got my wallet taken form my bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  had to call home n the bank at 4 in the morning to cancel all cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  woke up at 11 bitter and hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  exploded 4 eggs in my face while preparing breakfast, seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  got 1st degree burns for my ignorance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  chelsea lost 2-0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was so much to take in, in a day..i felt so completely depressed after..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am now close to being broke..yet i hope to go to London on Wednesday..how will i manage that? let's soon find out..hehe..*sigh sigh sighhhhhhhh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and btw, i think i've found something..something i feel very strongly for..but i'm still hesitating and i don't know why..but i'm sure i want it, i'm quite serious and ready..but i'm not creating any opportunities, horribly enough, i think i'm messing things up..ugh, whatever..just an addition to my depressive situation i guess..*sigh again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should sleep now, i'm babbling..will put up a proper post soon :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight world..please don't be mean to me anymore, ok?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks in advance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt; (23rd December 2010) : Omg, i'm an idiot..i just noticed my post title says "October Blues" instead of "November"..wow, fantastic..lol XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-7324013721076947735?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/7324013721076947735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/11/october-blues.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7324013721076947735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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published 100 posts, but what the heck..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this past week has been ridiculous..so much has happened and the net was down for a while so now there's a pile up of info flooding my mind that i need to just lash out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.   Saturday : Bold Street Festival was spent with awesome Chloe n funny Fahmi..most interesting was the stuff we found by the street on sale n in quaint stores..there was a few different food tasting stalls, a stage for homegrown bands, street artists (literally), public participation salsa dancing, drum banging with football tricks guy anddddd i got good quality 2nd hand Dorothy Perkins boots for £3..supreme fun..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.   Monday : Introduction class to Practice Management &amp;amp; Law..i liked how it was presented n am looking forward to the subject..some quotable quotes; "do not use lift in case of fire" - argumentatively speaking, it should be "do not use lift in the event of fire"..how words and its structure can mean different things when not 'written' properly..so much fun..haha..the lecturer asked "who enjoys the writing of contract terms (or something) in architecture?" and there was dead silence..i really wanted to raise my hand, that'll just make me the weirdo, so i had to refrain from getting too excited :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.   Monday night : Lacuna Coil, live at O2 Academy..i was freakin delirious..enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.   Tuesday : Precedent Study visit, Derwen College @ Shropshire..enlightening stuff..i hope to fuel such an initiative back home someday..it was thought provoking and inspiring for me..and the food they served were prepared by their kitchen with the student themselves involved in production..it was the best berry muffin, cheese sandwich n palak paneer rolls i've ever tasted in my entire life..i would pay a lot for such care n love in the quality :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.   Wednesday : Site Visits in the morning..it was raining on and off..myself n the camera got all soggy-foggy on the surface..it was cold although i came prepared with a hoodie pull-over..caught-up with Sara at the city centre at around noon..chilled n did some registration stuff till late in the evening..had dinner together with Elia n slept over in their hotel room..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.   Thursday : spent the whole day with Sara, Elia, Auntie n Salam..more registration and settling in stuff got done..met Ken the banker n loved his attitude..was sold at the end of our conversation..settled uni things at the foundation building..went back home in the evening n fried myself rice which turned out quite alright..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.   Friday : with still nothing done for studio, finally opened an account in the morning..got some sort of a start in the noon and attended another induction at 2pm..had lunch after, then continued to complete more tasks in the evening..attended a M'sian icebreakers night for dinner n games, then went walking around unexplored parts of Liverpool with a part-time tour guide n newly made friend Syafiq and the gang (Sara, Salam, Chloe n Fahmi)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a fantastic week..i am now dead tired n hopes to stop slacking off n having too much fun..it's just so difficult to be fully focused in this fabulous city..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am in love with Liverpool :^*  :^) &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' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-3509506121098978868</id><published>2010-09-25T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:42:03.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so it begins...'/><title type='text'>45 is the new 100%</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i'm not sure how it happened exactly, but i completely missed Wednesday last week..like i was so sure it's Friday today, n although everyone was referring to it as Saturday, i was completely unfazed..until about 2.am this morning..shit, i completely missed Wednesday..that's why i thought it was Friday..sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this matters because i thought i'd still have today to open my bank account and get a mobile plan and pass my passport to the school for verification and meet a NHS consultation slot and lots more! ugh..i feel so stupid......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now all i can do is go to the city centre n get my shoes changed n buy some groceries..wtf man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a wasted end to the week..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yesterday was the "pre-introduction"(?) to the MArch course..i freaked out upon arrival..seriously..i was the only freakin asian in the room when i walked in..it's soo freakin racist of me, but it just really scared the crap out of me..but eventually i think it's a good thing though..i forced my way into studying in the UK because i wanted this out-of-the-norm experience..so this is it, n it's a good thing..(n when i say "forced" i really mean it, like i maneuvered everything possible around me to get to this point)..so i guess "be careful what u wish for" really applies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like, i've always known that i have inferiority issues..so honestly i was disappointed that i didn't make it into Bath or Sheffield for their MArch (they're my top choices), n almost everyone i know who applied for Liverpool got it, so i didn't think much of it..but after yesterday i was like "ok...."..because the way they do it here is that the head of programme chooses his students personally, like he actually vets through all the applications himself, n he's someone who remembers specific parts of peoples portfolios but maybe not their names..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he actually said this to everyone, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;"i want you all to know that out of 250 applicants only 45 of you made the cut, and you should know that you're here because we think that you're really good and that you would be able to do this course very well"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;..and that just honestly made me feel like a million bucks..it just made my day..my freakin week even..i don't care if anyone else agrees, but if someone, a practicing professional architect who validates architectural courses internationally to be exact, thinks that i am worth his attention in this unforgiving architectural universe of scrutiny, i am happy..honestly..dramatic..hahahahaha! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it also freaked me out how you could cut the competitive tension in the air with a freakin plastic spoon!..like everyone's here to kill it i felt..it was really intimidating..everyone ranged from about 22-25 years of age, so it's a fairly young class..n everyone is at least a head taller than me, even my new found Malaysian friend/studiomate Chloe..sighhhhhhh..freakin short stuff..my elstonian flatmates were joking about how small i was that they're just so afraid when they hug me or accidentally bump me i'll break..geez..i'm so freakin asian ok..damn..hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a lighter note, i don't think i'll be hooking up with any of my coursemates..hahahahahahahaha..not that there aren't any good loking ones, like there's freakin loads, apa jenis u nak? cute blonde, edgy dark eyed brunette, jocky looking, chillax long haired grunge, the general handsome ones, yang pendek macam asian pun ada, seriously like anything..it's ridiculous..but like it's soooo tensed, like i can feel it already, the sizing up, the discriminating stares..like hey, i'm doing it too man..it's normal..i think that everyone would just end up hating/respecting each other too much..there's a very fine line between, yeah?..haha..i don't know..but this is a good kind of tension though, i feel that there's a colourful aura to it, not like the usual creepy "i'll stab ur back n with hold information ones" that's familiar..so it's all good so far :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, so this is getting a bit too long..n i still have no photos to break the post into enjoyable portions..so until the next time i feel like writing again :) hopefully by then got photos already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;be happy, don't worry..watagatapittusberry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;- Pittbull &amp;amp; more&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/4514565991810478175-3509506121098978868?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;so easy how we come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dishwalla - Candleburn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/4514565991810478175-7495614242043311696?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/7495614242043311696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-me-over-make-me-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's my second day in Liverpool and after almost 2 months of silence i'm ready to blog again :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i was the butt of a bit of drama when i arrived in Manchester..being the occasionally half deaf person i am, i misheard this senior airport officer who was segregating people arriving into lines..he was saying "non-students" but ofcourse i heard "students"..how dumb right..then i kena marah by him really loudly when i reached the counter..i was so embarrassed, it took me a good half hour to get over it..sigh..but it's alright, i think my face went charcoal black after and the officer that dealt with me i think felt really sorry n was being really nice about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i fell asleep on the bus to Liverpool..so i was out cold for like 3/4 of the journey..haha..but as soon as i woke up..the view was just amazing..i really felt like i'm on campus ground u know..with halls, n fields, n departments, n a real-life gothic cathedral..i'm like "oh yeah, this is for real!"..haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm happy with my room..its size is just right and with the addition of my computer, a small floor mat, toiletries rack n blue tacked photos, soon it's gonna be awesome..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TJfFVZqOrXI/AAAAAAAAAgA/-XXqBWWFR1U/s320/UOL_Room01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519096839821766002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm taking note of how many friends i've made right..haha..i'm just lame like that..whether or not they consider me a friend as well is a separate matter :p n officially it's 10 and counting..yeaahhhhhh!! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wendy from China&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michelle from Taiwan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alex from Romania&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arsene from France&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dikla from Israel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fahmi from Indonesia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Samad from Spain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hennah from China&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zheng from China&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Irina from Elstonia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool right! :D..i'm hella proud of myself man..ngehehehe..i'm such a geeeeekkkkkk..sigh..i still find making friends sooo difficult..it's ok, crash course time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm suffering from some shit ass jet lag at the mo..it's in that stage where it's half cured so i still zombie-size at around 5.30pm but instead of sleeping in up till 4am i'm awake at 9pm, headaches n all..dangit..so Arsene had asked if i wanted to chill n i said i'd really love to after i take a nap n now it's freakin 10pm so he's probably out having fun already..bummerrrrr :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh oh, n i passed the School of Architecture building today n i feel it man..like seriously, i FEEL IT!..inspired n all!!..rrroooaaaaaarrrrrr!! hahaha!!!..hope i'll be able to cope..the coolness of everything is kinda intimidating n freakin me out :p haven't met any studio mates yet though..would be really interesting..hmm hmm hmmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah..everything's going alright as of now..i was feeling a bit emo-ed out this evening..i think homesickness is kicking in :( n everytime i pay for something my brain automatically multiplies by 5 which makes me feel like i don't want to eat anything..hahaha..but if it's considered pound for pound, i think the living cost here is not bad at all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also think that some locals tend to be quite racist unintentionally..but who could blame them, it seems like half their country is covered in foreigners..things can get quite lonely n boring if takde kawan, so i think berkawan-kawan is seriously important man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm experiencing problems uploading anymore photos..dunno why..will put up some stuff in my next post then :) all in all, i'm having a great time..thank God..hopefully it'll carry on this way till whenever..i'm gonna make myself dinner now, goodnight~*&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/4514565991810478175-3644871529734577505?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/3644871529734577505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-4755552283051171356</id><published>2010-07-08T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T06:28:16.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional vomit'/><title type='text'>Nightmare at 2.30am</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm agitated and I can't sleep..so I've decided to write this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gut has been quite accurate so far, if I really listened..I felt strongly on the win against Argentina, it was worrying but the winning feeling was there..I was however in denial with Spain and underestimated their slightly inconsistent form..clearly I was wrong and they played really well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession : the day before the world cup began my mom had asked me who I thought would be champions this time around, and my answer was Spain..I didn't share this with anyone else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm such a traitor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a German fan since we (my wc girlfriends for life!!) started to watch this crazy time stopping worldwide event..it is officially our 3rd wc together n as German fans through n through..I don't even remember how we got about to being German fans but I think it had something to do with Michael Ballack, n the superb skills of Kahn, Lehman, Klose, Lahm, Mertesacker and the rest of the superstar senior team, just to name some favourites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years ago, we being excitable young teens, stitched our own German gear, painted our nails black, red n yellow, even bought matching shoe laces to show our support..unfortunately, in the semis, Germany lost to Italy on penalties..we watched that game on foot for the full duration of 120minutes + + as we couldn't get a table..it was heartbreaking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, history has repeated itself..only involving Spain this time, without penalties or even extra time..and all 3 of us girls were watching in separate venues..without too much German "merchandise" :p (there's a word for it, but I can't seem to dig it out of my brain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaking, again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will however admit that Spain was the better team today, with little drama involved in play for both sides..it was the worste Germany has performed in this wc, which did not suck considering they've been tremendous through out, and the best game from Spain so far..their passing was impeccable, aggressive atacking, crazy close-control and great team work..n most importantly, they delivered when it mattered the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had said that if Germany was able to block-out Villa from scoring and prevent an early Spain goal then they would win..I was wrong..they did both n they still lost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good German team this year..mad young skills..just unfortunately not good enough..n I think Muller being out of the game had caused a big hole in their attacking formation..Klose, Muller, Ozil n Podolski have been playing really well together..I'm in love with Mesut Ozil btw..but am a little disappointed in his last 2 games though..I'm sure he can do better..*sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, my gut is sticking with Spain for champions..let's see if my gut is as accurate as Paul the octopus :p I'm so angry at this animal right now, although I know it's not its fault..sorry Paul, you're my punching bag for the rest of the world cup.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth, Los Deutchsland!! Ich denke un dich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-4755552283051171356?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/4755552283051171356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/07/nightmare-at-230am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4755552283051171356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4755552283051171356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/07/nightmare-at-230am.html' title='Nightmare at 2.30am'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-1953055568325797925</id><published>2010-07-07T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T00:57:01.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day In "Paradise"</title><content type='html'>Kena marah today by my brother for coming home late 2 days in a row because of work..sh** man..this sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't just leave when I know things are not done..I just can't..nanti cannot sleep thinking about it anyway..same difference..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know he's right though, I'm not handling my hand over very well..I need to be more aggressive..I need to completely let go and let them feel the load..then maybe they'll buck up and step up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start thinking about myself and my personal priorities already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared man..I feel like I have zero knowledge in my head for September..I'm not ready if I stay like this..I NEED to set my stuff straight man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish..wish me luck :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-1953055568325797925?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/1953055568325797925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-another-day-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional vomit'/><title type='text'>July is suppose to be fun dammit!</title><content type='html'>Today was an odd day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was freezing although the sun was up strikingly bright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough sleep but felt like I stayed up for 2.30 football that morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl just decided to go on emergency leave and left me to die alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss seemed to have had forgotten some things that started to confuse me n gave me a headache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to listen to mellow music again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something exploded, literally, as I was crossing towards that direction..luckily I didn't cross the street yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pappa rich was jam packed at 10pm on a Monday night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't finish work..obviously..I was disappointingly unable to juggle the work load of 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove back half asleep at 12.30am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I can't sleep.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-361767844540275862?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/361767844540275862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-is-suppose-to-be-fun-dammit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/361767844540275862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/361767844540275862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-is-suppose-to-be-fun-dammit.html' title='July is suppose to be fun dammit!'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-7868204662928330507</id><published>2010-06-21T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:50:14.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover Boy</title><content type='html'>I want one, and I want one nowwww! Pleaseee???? *big puss-in-boots type eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1900000/Caleb-the-covenant-1967963-200-200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1900000/Caleb-the-covenant-1967963-200-200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg..Steven Strait is 24 and born on March 23..shiiieeeetttt!! He's like perfect! Lol! But he's freakin married..suck.... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-7868204662928330507?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/7868204662928330507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7868204662928330507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7868204662928330507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='Lover Boy'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-4236499443800727264</id><published>2010-06-19T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:38:40.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brightest of Sunshines</title><content type='html'>Will you miss me when I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm sure I'll miss you heart-breakingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to come with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still be here when I get back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, from the bottom of my heart, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/barleynotebooks/ViewFinder?authkey=Gv1sRgCJrIlO6r9v_BPA#5484168866187818786'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TBuuhwVhtyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/eCiyUTQo3j0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='300' height='300' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-4236499443800727264?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/4236499443800727264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/06/will-you-miss-me-when-im-gone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-29322932174942743</id><published>2010-06-16T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T02:50:21.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Blue Star</title><content type='html'>There's an awkward girl with an awkward scar..with awkward hair and an awkward guitar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to laugh and sing her blues..she loves to dance in high-heeled shoes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sees the world as it should seem..in her mind only and her awkward dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sees her life as an endless stream..of days to come and hearts to seam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She yearns to feel what she longs so much..of faithful winters and autumn's touch..of summer glows and spring's unknowns..to learn again of sticks and stones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's standing there in plain view and sight..looking over her, to her left and right..She's invisible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet she's alright..she's gonna be perfectly alright..as soon as she finds her way home again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/barleynotebooks/ViewFinder?authkey=Gv1sRgCJrIlO6r9v_BPA#5483040666951422994'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TBesb6qpFBI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Kb5NeVQwO-s/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='300' height='300' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-29322932174942743?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/29322932174942743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/06/bright-blue-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/29322932174942743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/29322932174942743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/06/bright-blue-star.html' title='Bright Blue Star'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TBesb6qpFBI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Kb5NeVQwO-s/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-6783828422403871700</id><published>2010-06-09T09:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T09:30:11.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight Goodnight</title><content type='html'>"I found your finger tips on a glass of wine, do you know you're leaving them all over this heart of mine too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ale, Alehandro......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/barleynotebooks/ViewFinder?authkey=Gv1sRgCJrIlO6r9v_BPA#5480580167060341218'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TA7un-SuweI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6r8B0ExCVho/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-6783828422403871700?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/6783828422403871700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/06/goodnight-goodnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6783828422403871700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6783828422403871700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/06/goodnight-goodnight.html' title='Goodnight Goodnight'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TA7un-SuweI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6r8B0ExCVho/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-4028559561802737662</id><published>2010-06-08T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T02:43:36.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want your Bad Romance</title><content type='html'>It's 2 am..and I'm still cafeine induced..no more white coffee after 5pm I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U make me feel like dancing, I wanna dance the night away! U make me feel like dancing, I feel like dancing (ooh!) dancing (ooh!) dance the night away~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love olives..and Barney is funny..and Robyn is hot..and ted's an architect?..and he is so not "pulling them off", red cowboy boots are just weird..and I want lily's silk vest please?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be Tamina? Can Dastan be real life?..I've always wanted to be a princess :p like in a weird enchanted world kinda way..like Ariel, or Jasmine, or Belle..eh, is Belle a princess?..but Dastan is totally hotter than prince Eric..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Twilight is shallow and indulgent..but Taylor Lautner is super hot..and short cropped hair is so very sexy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Phuket back..I want beach and sea water..I want jet ski and speed boat..I want sun block perfume..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is completely mengarut..dammit, I can't sleep.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/barleynotebooks/ViewFinder?authkey=Gv1sRgCJrIlO6r9v_BPA#5480104301807348898'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TA090-FRLKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/XQFrpYKV02E/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='600' height='600' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipstamatic's cool yo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-4028559561802737662?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/4028559561802737662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/06/want-your-bad-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4028559561802737662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4028559561802737662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/06/want-your-bad-romance.html' title='Want your Bad Romance'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TA090-FRLKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/XQFrpYKV02E/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-3186961209090272508</id><published>2010-06-06T04:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T05:37:32.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>Awesome + Amazing = Awesommazing! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made this trip in early March this year..i'm only putting up pictures now..because i'm lambat like that :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;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TAq4R6LFADI/AAAAAAAAAe8/MW-F-UG58e8/s320/Day01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479394514462638130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day one : Flight took off at 7.30am Malaysian time..arrived around 9.30 local time..was so glad the hotel had prepared our room and we could check in..we rested a bit, watched something on HBO, then left for a walk..it was a very VERY long walk..but it was super fun :)&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 style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TAq7AAXUAiI/AAAAAAAAAfE/rBKnj9rrwRk/s320/Day02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479397505421804066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day Two : We booked an Island Tour thing for the day..it was really nice, but really tiring..we had lunch at 3-ish after spending the morning swimming and sweating bullets on the front of a speed boat with no shade..the heat was murderous..which explains the towel on head..Maya Bay isn't as pretty as when it was on The Beach..and most of their corals had died after the Tsunami, which is really sad..but the trip was still extremely scenic..and we shared the unshaded part of the ferry with a group of other excitable Malaysians..they were funny :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TAq7m8j63YI/AAAAAAAAAfM/qJkXUNdY_-Y/s320/Day03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479398174415838594" /&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: left; "&gt;Day Three : We booked an Adventure Tour for the 3rd day..i felt that this was especially worth it..the bus rides took a lot of time though but the activities we had were super!..we rode on elephants, raced on ATV's, went kayak-ing, did the fish spa thing, took photos at james bond island, ate at the muslim fishing village place and made friends with a couple from Shanghai, 3 Singaporeans and a group of Palestinians (i think, they mentioned but i'm not remembering very clearly)..it was great!..this particular tour was worth every cent :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TAq8E9bpKNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/B9VzPZTL-dQ/s320/Day04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479398690045634770" /&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;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Day Four : Our flight back was in the evening so we had time for last minute shopping, thai massage, henna tattoo-ing and hair braiding..ah moi lost her lens cap and sors lost an earing..which we later noticed in photos once back home..haha..sors henna tattoo says "solaiyah" in full thai fashion..ah moi got her hair braids..and i got my massage..yeay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;it's also probably "important" to mention that we had air kelapa everyday, even when we were on the kayak, ah moi and sors had mango with sticky rice every day as well and i had seafood fried rice every night..even on the first night, after ah moi and sors fell asleep, i ordered room service :p because food's always important right..hehe..we watched cartoons every morning and movies every other time we were in our room..we also went to indian street every night and watched super hot she-males strut their stuff..they also had a couple of random people doing side street shows here and there..we wanted to watch one of those "shows" but chickened out through better judgement..Phuket was awesome..and i can't wait for our next adventure :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-3186961209090272508?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/3186961209090272508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/06/awesome-amazing-awesommgeazing-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3186961209090272508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3186961209090272508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/06/awesome-amazing-awesommgeazing-xd.html' title='Awesome + Amazing = Awesommazing! XD'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TAq4R6LFADI/AAAAAAAAAe8/MW-F-UG58e8/s72-c/Day01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-8202139881891879105</id><published>2010-06-03T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T17:59:50.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazed &amp; Tired</title><content type='html'>Omg..I just grazed someones bumper at a traffic light..all I did was shrug, waved a sorry n drove off..a few hundred metres later it hit me, what in the world was I thinking?..I feel like such a horrible lady driver today..oops :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/barleynotebooks/ViewFinder?authkey=Gv1sRgCJrIlO6r9v_BPA#5478484999823254082'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TAd9FMHFYkI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Vp6r-Pmw40Q/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='209' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My damage was quite minimal..I'm really sorry lady in white kancil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-8202139881891879105?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/8202139881891879105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/06/dazed-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/8202139881891879105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/8202139881891879105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/06/dazed-tired.html' title='Dazed &amp;amp; Tired'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/TAd9FMHFYkI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Vp6r-Pmw40Q/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-1157964284789096799</id><published>2010-05-15T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:02:17.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're So Rude</title><content type='html'>There was this lady at pull and bear..it was her turn to pay at the cashier..she was such a snob, it was annoying..me and this guy behind me had to wait close to half an hour in line behind her..at first I was pissed at the shop attendants for only providing one working cashier..but it was already 9.30 ish on a half hearted Friday night crowd, they had probably just closed the other counter..so, watever lah..but this lady is so thick that she told the cashier to hurry up because "her baby needs to sleep"..I dunno why, I was just so irritated at that statement..the problem is, she was the reason behind the delay..something about exchanging some stuff she had bought with a bunch of other stuff, like 10+ different items, which she had to top up additional ringgits for, which may I add she paid via credit card..lagi lambat..she had to calculate stuff on her phones calculator with her husband, then borrowed the cashiers calculator that got the cashier confused and had to clarify with a superior..she then put on a snubby face and nagged the cashier, then had the cheek to ask her for a new pair of the shoes that she was buying as this cashier is scanning the items into the register..I'm like, what kind of person is this?? N there's 2 more people queing behind u, what the hell is wrong with you?? you should go to the cashier when ure done picking out ur shit and having the other attendants who were at ur disposal on the sales floor to help u get new stuff from the store..how inconsiderate and selfish..I was sooo irritated..what held my patience and made me stay was the look on the cashiers face..I sincerely pitied her..she looked so helpless and worn out I just couldn't walk off..n the bag I wanted, I really liked as well lah..but really kesian this cashier lady..some people really don't know how it feels to be serving people 12 hours a day and have them treat you like kuli batak..it's really not nice..just because your buying and not selling, doesn't make you any better then the person in front of you..these sort of people just add to the supply of anger and negative energy in the world..ishk!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-1157964284789096799?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/1157964284789096799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-so-rude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/1157964284789096799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/1157964284789096799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-so-rude.html' title='You&amp;#39;re So Rude'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-1122220158549855611</id><published>2010-05-12T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:17:36.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crane &amp; Carpets</title><content type='html'>Oh my God..horrible dream..this vivid one, I hope to never even come close to reality..so freaky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-1122220158549855611?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/1122220158549855611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/05/crane-carpets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/1122220158549855611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/1122220158549855611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/05/crane-carpets.html' title='Crane &amp;amp; Carpets'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-5901945050747268014</id><published>2010-05-11T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:26:37.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indigo Clay</title><content type='html'>If vivid dreams were made to relay futures..then I want this dream to come true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If intoxication leads to illumination..then illuminate me, please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If art is music..and music is love..then I would like to defy gravity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the heart could speak, then I'd be embarassed to admit my desires and my obsessive nature to yearn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallucinating..visualizing..wanting..centering chakra..materialization commencing??...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-5901945050747268014?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/5901945050747268014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/05/indigo-clay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/5901945050747268014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/5901945050747268014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/05/indigo-clay.html' title='Indigo Clay'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-8262240709043470129</id><published>2010-05-08T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:57:32.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "M" Word</title><content type='html'>Happy Mothers Day to all beautiful, wonderful, fantastic &amp; superific moms everywhere!!! (^o^)!! Wooot wooot!!! May all great moms be blessed w good health, happiness and love..amin..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-8262240709043470129?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/8262240709043470129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/05/word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/8262240709043470129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/8262240709043470129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/05/word.html' title='The &amp;quot;M&amp;quot; Word'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-5414161148424108104</id><published>2010-05-06T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:24:21.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopes and prayers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the discreet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional vomit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Baa Baa Black Sheep with Jack, Jill and the Hill</title><content type='html'>ugh..i lost the name card..yes i did..what a wonderful morning it's turning out to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got another disappointing reply from a university that i really reallllyyyyy REALLY want to go to..oh my God..it's me, isn't it? ..i don't pray enough..i've been having too much fun..i want it too much, or maybe not enough??..no, no, i wan't it too much..like Rachel said in glee "i want everything too much"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to be devastated, which i am, but i'm too tired to feel..i'm only still awake because i just finished some office work due today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to feel..despite the countless rejections, life seems to be going in all the right directions..work is great..i love what i'm doing, and what i do is appreciated..that's all that i could hope for..i love my friends..i feel like giving them an XOXOXO just for fun every now and then..my adorable cat is occasionally obedient and oh-so-manja with me..my family is all healthy and well, alhamdulillah..everything is great actually..but i'm just not getting accepted to where i wanna go lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God..it can only be a sign right?..i dunno lah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, out of the 8 unis i applied to, the only hope left alive is from UCL (hahahahaha! i've so totally lost hope on this), Liverpool and the correct Sheffield course..sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i just take the Masters without the Part 2?..who knows where that would leave me??..honest question here, i'm really considering that unknown path..uuuuuggghhhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know what, i tak larat nak apply for the Aussie ones dah..i don't wanna get rejected anymore!!! (v:__:v)  tak sanggup......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, i'm emotionally messed up again..it's not my hormones, it's really just me..i'm lost and depressive-ly verging on obsessive again..i'm probably hallucinating, seeing too much into absolutely nothing, and wanting AGAIN..i hate wanting!!..i'm such a loseerrrr..arggghhhhh!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a holiday..the beaches of Bali are calling to me..i need to centre my chakra..to manage my chi..to visualize the intangible strings of the universe to be as one with what is called me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need my pre-planned future back..i feel so unsettled not knowing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-5414161148424108104?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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University of Sheffield..i cannot explained the level of ecstasy i felt as i looked at my inbox rubbing my eyeballs..i couldn't even scream and didn't even know how to react as i sat there staring..eventually i started jumping and hugged my Kakak making weird mumbled screeches as i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first person i called was my brother..then my mom..then someone else that just came to mind at the moment..i was happy..content and in disbelief..my dreams from wayyyyy back when is finally materializing..ya Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today happened..i got offered for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;wrong programme&lt;/span&gt;..and i did NOT bloody notice this at all..i had apparently applied for an &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;MA in Architecture Design&lt;/span&gt;..which is not an equivalent to a Part 2 qualification..but the thing is, i didn't..as my written, hardcopy form, says &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;MArch in Architecture (RIBA Part 2)&lt;/span&gt;..but my online file says the previous..astaghfirullah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i felt this tense was when i was on the verge of failing my design in Part 5..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my God..oh my God..such tribulationnnnnn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the situation can still be fixed..yes, it's true..it's true..and it will be..i know it willllllll!!..right?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insyaAllah..oh God, please aid me in fixing this mess..please.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i seriously majorly cried in public..thank you someone for calling me which forced me to stop immediately..i feel so otak bercelaru right now.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-1071867557915152989?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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gonna cause stupid situations if i do?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what if i'm torn between what's the right thing / best thing to do and what i actually really want?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what if what i want is stuuupppiidddd???? or i will never geeettttttt?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...i wanna count sheep amongst the stars and catch a falling super-sheep-stah...&lt;/span&gt;&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/4514565991810478175-4490229077745646970?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;OhMeGOD!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Yeay!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;i cant wait!!!&lt;/span&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;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Robert Downey Junior, u are the only 40 something that i will turn so totally slutty for! rarrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/4514565991810478175-3927720967344323536?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/3927720967344323536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-of-april-is-going-to-be-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3927720967344323536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3927720967344323536'/><link rel='alternate' 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term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kejadian kebiasaan hidup'/><title type='text'>Puchong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got lost on the road again today..like seriously lost, to the point i couldn't figure out my bearings and my instincts were zero..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was doing well for the first 3/4 of the journey, remembering the directions from google maps..then what i imagined to be a regular T-junction turned out to be a raised fly-over on both sides with traffic lights in the middle..it made me panic and i over-shot and freaked out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after figuring out how to go about U-turn-ing, i forgot which side of the traffic light i came from and ended up going in circles..thank God for a BHP petrol station with a kind sales person inside, i eventually found my way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm glad i gave myself an hour to get there..i anticipated getting lost, so i reached my destination on-time :) harharhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then on the way home, something incredible happened..as i had confidently figured out my way back, they closed up the fly-over that would take me to the sunway toll..the one and only LDP fly-over (that i know of lah)..all the cars were directed down and i was like "ehh??"..and ended up going towards Balakong..i wanted to cry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is when i gave up with the road signs and called my dad..thank God thank God i had my phone with sufficient battery life..and i'm back home in one piece..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the story of my merry monday puchong adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-7399241025618446311</id><published>2010-04-04T23:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:30:59.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='definitely wanna go again sometime'/><title type='text'>The Skyline of My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went to ulu langat look out point today..the view was really, seriously pretty..even the food was good and the service superb..will definitely go again! =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;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S7ivMhA15AI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0sy6sMvDjnE/s320/P1050150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456303578114548738" /&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;photo credits : owner of the blog on the bottom right&lt;/span&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"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;awesome photo 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href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/04/skyline-of-my-heart.html' title='The Skyline of My Heart'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S7ivMhA15AI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0sy6sMvDjnE/s72-c/P1050150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-3504431055227798418</id><published>2010-04-03T23:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:45:08.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional vomit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Anti Depressants on Cloud Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how can human feelings be so confusing, in such extremes, at the same time?..how can someone be ecstatic and depressed all at once?..how can i be dancing to pitbull and akon in the car and want to burst into tears while singing along?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm kidding myself if i think i'm fine, because clearly i'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;upon reflection now, i'm sure i made the right decision..we &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; worlds a part, my life has no business in his and vice versa..i also don't think that i can forgive, nor forget, some of the things said when we fell through the cracks and especially the ones after it all ended..yes, i will say it in the open now, i think enough grace period has been spent..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm still sad, i'm still hurt, and i still haven't fully recovered..worst stilllll, i'm in denial..oh wait, now that i'm admitting it, i guess i'm not anymore?..ugh, whatever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i received a message today..when i read it, it made me cry..then i realized who the message's from..then i just wanted to go home and bury myself in a pillow..i wish things were different..i wish &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; were different..but it wasn't and we aren't, and that's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've gotten so used to not having to be alone that it proves to be quite difficult lately..my social awkwardness ratio and random fears have significantly increased..and the past 4 years of being engrossed in such specifics has rendered me a complete geek..i don't know if i'll ever be normal again..seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ironically..i'm still sooooo excitably giddy over an awesom-azing-entertaining yesterday night..and within this hyper edged excitement is when i realize that i haven't fully let go yet..i still behave like i'm somebody's somebody..and that's a habit that'll take time to let go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you so much for everything..but i'm so sorry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really want to let go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to be mourning anymore&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/4514565991810478175-3504431055227798418?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-739030459584648612</id><published>2010-03-29T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:44:56.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Proud To Be A Workaholic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, i woke up extra late today and rushed to work..only to reach the office to realize today's an off day!! and i got superb parking summore! hahahahahahahahahaha!! i can be so lame..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps : it's been such a gloomy day today..mendung -&gt; hujan -&gt; mendung -&gt; hujan.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-739030459584648612?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/739030459584648612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/03/proud-to-be-workaholic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/739030459584648612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/739030459584648612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/03/proud-to-be-workaholic.html' title='Proud To Be A Workaholic!'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-573013865268931154</id><published>2010-03-28T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:07:21.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff i want'/><title type='text'>Rave Black Mini Light Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S69iRmtddwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/A-YNj2e0rSk/s1600/Rave_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S69iRmtddwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/A-YNj2e0rSk/s320/Rave_black.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453685728357480194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want, please?..&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/4514565991810478175-573013865268931154?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/573013865268931154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/03/rave-black-mini-light-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/573013865268931154'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I Wanna Get Myself A Hookah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh..malunya meng-emo seorang diri secara tiba-tiba semalam..(note : post deleted)..too embarrassed to keep it published..have lots of work, but too tired and takde mood to do..i want shisha..haha..will be staying up tonight..and i'm hungry..nak masak maggie....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-710552316985766313?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/710552316985766313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanna-get-myself-hookah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/710552316985766313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/710552316985766313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanna-get-myself-hookah.html' title='I Wanna Get Myself A Hookah'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' 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center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my hopes, my dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my tears and my screams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will be beautiful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and oh so powerful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when the moon shines bright,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though the winds collide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only heart and mind will tell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what the physical can't yell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what will be, will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and what i truly want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all that i can &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BE&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/4514565991810478175-8787490478938057569?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/8787490478938057569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/03/persevere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/8787490478938057569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/8787490478938057569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/03/persevere.html' title='Persevere'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-7351746733385623654</id><published>2010-03-17T00:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:54:00.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I Made It, I Made It~**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like this song a lot =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it makes me feel happy, i don't know why..haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feel good song of the month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWHH1Updhig&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWHH1Updhig&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-7351746733385623654?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/7351746733385623654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-made-it-i-made-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7351746733385623654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7351746733385623654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-made-it-i-made-it.html' title='I Made It, I Made It~**'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-8775571289534925711</id><published>2010-03-16T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:47:30.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>mondays aren't so bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up late..had lunch with the 2 awesome dudettes..looked through photos of the best 4 days i've had..drove to shah alam while singing at the top of my lungs..spent time with a friend i haven't seen for a while..had a catch-up session and reminisced about old times..came home and watched the 2nd half of The Other Boleyn Girl..then watched So You Think You Can Dance over dinner..i say, productive day! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tommorrow..reality's back in overdrive..work work work! can't wait for the weekend!..haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;gushy woshy crush crussshhhhh*~*~* ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4514565991810478175-8775571289534925711?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/8775571289534925711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/03/mondays-arent-so-bad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/8775571289534925711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/8775571289534925711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/03/mondays-arent-so-bad.html' title='mondays aren&apos;t so bad'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-2062064854194622240</id><published>2010-03-15T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:02:15.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the discreet'/><title type='text'>Hollow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today will be the day of confessions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for i have to meet my flaws and affections,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't want what i can't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the dream of dreams are hopes so big,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to fret then is to sleep awake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how much can a person take...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;break.&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/4514565991810478175-2062064854194622240?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/2062064854194622240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/03/hollow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/2062064854194622240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amirah Alsagoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Justin Yong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday 14th of March-ers!!!!!&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/4514565991810478175-3150667026063555008?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/3150667026063555008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/03/14032010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    *due to previous template loading errors..&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/4514565991810478175-8056667624376942500?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/8056667624376942500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-under-renovation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/8056667624376942500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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yesterday in one utama at 11.00pm..somehow, i wasn't surprised and actually couldn't really be bothered because i was just so tired and soooo used to these things happening to me..u know, it's really the stuff u decide to do to/with your car that really leads to total shit up's :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank God, soraya called and we hitched a ride..thank God thank God for perfect timing..so today, went to one utama after work and (long story short) got the car jump started and rolling again after much running around..bugger..i had to cash out 40 freakin bucks on parking alone tadi..sooo stuuupppiiidddd..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my laid back-ness and total malas and tak larat state caused me freakin shitty parking fare..whatever..so, the reason behind this blog is to inform anyone who stumbles upon this that if your car unfortunately breaks down in the OU parking lot, please report it straight to any security guard you see, if not you have to pay for parking according to their hourly rates..no matter what time it is because they work 24 hours a day..yeaaahhhhh..so be warned..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-570593879167162019?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/570593879167162019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/03/always-listen-to-your-family-mechanic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/570593879167162019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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a lot to say right now..but not at the moment though cause i'm sooo tired..the past 17 days from my last blog post have been amazing~!..i still need time for it all to fully sink in..i'm on cloud nine it's craaazzzzyyy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have officially developed a crush..like seriously..hahaha..but it's just one of those silly crushes that you know will most probably just die unattended..no no no, i'm not saying who..hahahahaha..sebab malu kot..wahatever :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight~* :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-6951345877457425968?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/6951345877457425968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-6819839934329810658</id><published>2010-02-22T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:59:29.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>22nd February 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll start working again tomorrow..i really want to, but i don't want to as well..hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long holidays can be very bad for personal productivity man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully tomorrow will be a good day..hopefully i don't create socially awkward situations again..*sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well new office, here i come.&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/4514565991810478175-6819839934329810658?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/6819839934329810658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/22nd-february-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6819839934329810658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6819839934329810658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/22nd-february-2010.html' title='22nd February 2010'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-5470854676416110093</id><published>2010-02-19T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T15:39:34.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>my (hopefully) last weekday bumming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eee..kenapa ramai hipokrit ah dalam dunia ni..how do they even go to sleep at night?..whatever..no business of mine anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, i'm gonna start work at the new office on monday! yeayyyy!!! i can't stand living a useless life anymore..macam nak mati ~(-_-)~ my mind should never be left idle for too long..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really like my new workplace! it's pretty :) n got proper fittings and comfortable chairs and a notice board! i love notice boards!! and the desktop is super fast and super efficient..i like, i like! the security function at the entrance is really cool too, they take my finger print to open the door..yeah man..i feel like i'm a top secret architectural agent! hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love!! and the best part is my office hours starts at 10am..yes, how cool is that right..aaaahhhhh..and the location no need to say lah, i've got my pappa rich and starbucks to satisfy me everyday..so far, it's really shaping up to be a fantastic decision..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really hope i will be a great asset to the new company..i also really hope that i will enjoy my working atmosphere and get to explore and expand my abilities as an architectural assistant..high hopes for new chapter in life!! insyaAllah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woopeeeeee~*!!!!&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/4514565991810478175-5470854676416110093?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/5470854676416110093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-hopefully-last-weekday-bumming.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/5470854676416110093'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a technique developed to heal a wounded heart, faster and more efficient, that prevents recurring attacks as well..it has been proven to be successful in curing broken hearts, resentment, disappointments, loneliness, rejection, hate, sorrow and the likes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this technique is :   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;t o   f o r g e t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the goal is to completely erase any memory of the wounding incident ever happening..if the mind can be seen as a computer that stores experiences in its hardrive, then click on the "folder" and delete..don't forget to empty the recycle bin after..this will prevent recurrence..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;s i d e   e f f e c t s   :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, there are..there's a very strong chance that a similar mistake will be made, again, since there is no record of the "negative experience" to refer to..there is also a big chance that some positive memories would be deleted as well as the best way for a total wipe-out is to delete the "folder" in question and not just individual files..the most common side effect would be to completely go blank when people recall memories from the past that should be there but aren't, and a complete detachment from the previous self, unable to process certain information anymore and unable to access certain abilities and functions..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this rebooting system, if performed properly and when necessary only, will give birth to a happier and more positive you..happiness is a state of mind, and everybody deserves to be happy..so let's all have a glass full a day to keep heart aches away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; Dr Ai Wannah Bihapi &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Painful Things Don't Belong In Me" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;February 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/4514565991810478175-5593664192156578511?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/5593664192156578511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-4-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/5593664192156578511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/5593664192156578511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-4-in-morning.html' title='at 4 in the morning'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;his isn't my copy but i like this cover better! :(&lt;/span&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: left;"&gt;have you ever read a book and upon finishing it go "what the freakin f***?"..i would have to say that this is the effect The End of Mr Y had on me..i really don't know what to make of it..i think this is really the first time i literally understand what "mind-boggling" means..but don't get me wrong, i loved it!..it's like 2 parts of an extreme universe forced into 1 ridiculously addictive story..it's like hollow man meets narnia, or if dan brown decided to take a dip in enid blyton's dreams..hmm.. enid blyton, really? maybe more bjork or emily the strange..it's just really weird..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at first i kept on getting headaches trying to understand scarlett thomas's views of the theory of relativity, newtonian physics, the big bang, darwin, einstein, all of the quotes and discussions and "thought experiments" as she calls it..i felt that it was important for me to indulge in order to really enjoy the book..it was very hard, basing on the very shallow knowledge of science i have..hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then csi was on, and grissom was explaining (lucky) the theory of relativity in his words, some other important physics fact and string theory..i really like the way he tied the 3 together..it was simple and logical..and i accept it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i progressed through the book, i started feeling cold and creepy-ed out that this will turn into a ghost story..i gave up reading horror books a long time ago because i have an uncontrollable obsession to imagine everything i read in "HD" detail which causes sleepless nights and freaky nightmares..but no, i find out later there's no ghosts involved..but there's an oversized talking mouse in a red cape..(wtf???)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but scarlett then simply explains the logic behind this and i'm satisfied..i don't throw the book away and curse a million profanities..i get it..and now the book starts to blur between real life accounts and fiction..i start to really wonder can "this" really exist?..it's really beyond my self-proclaimed "HD" imagination abilities..for once, i cant imagine what i'm reading..4 dimensional objects, how would that look like?..to see rain falling on you but not feel it or hear it?..to have all things actually be defined by mostly "space"..oooooohhhhhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now this is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there's that tell-tale hint of "true love" that always (ok, almost always) has to be a part of a female written novel..(sorry, i admit i'm partially sexist).."i'm sorry, but do i know you from somewhere?"..true love myth always includes some sort of deja-vu experience..and i like it, the struggle the main character faces between what she has become and what she really wants to be..or rather with who she feels she deserves to be with..which leads to........*drum-roll*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ending?..this was where it got to "what the freakin f***?"..it was refreshing, yet totally unexpected..and to be honest, a little hard to swallow..hahahaha..the 1st thing that crossed my mind was, how did she ever get to that? like how did the thought process for the idea behind the book even occur? it's brilliant yet extremely, bogus..i dunno how else to put it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to say, i like the idea of thought having mass and being matter..i like thinking of collected prayer as a form of energy that could either influence "thought" or the creation of something else..i also like to dwell in the possibility of thinking thought into reality by thinking in the language of the universe..that's really nice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;ps : i'm tempted to concoct my own out of body experience using this recipe in the book..but i'm scared..hahahahahaha..i'm so naive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-6888831395343984257?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3e8Wnuhy4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/pwMYFnnZxv0/s320/tigergold.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438022171880442754" /&gt;&lt;/p&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;May the year of the tiger bring lots of joy, fortune and prosperity!! &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"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;InsyaAllah..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&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"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3e8iL8MN5I/AAAAAAAAAdk/5g4Pd9_APxg/s320/tiger1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438022370579986322" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Have A Rrrrroaaaarringgggg &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;(Auuuummm!)&lt;/span&gt; Good Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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;&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/4514565991810478175-7598157297616106915?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/7598157297616106915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-eye-of-tiger.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-4281211005599972648</id><published>2010-02-12T19:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:01:19.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness continues'/><title type='text'>thinking out-loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;before i begin, if anyone in mention happens to read this please understand that the below are my thoughts exclusively and i am in no way judging or imposing my opinions on anyone..i understand that i see the world within a different frame as how everyone else does in their own way and no one way of life and decision is either right, wrong, better or worst then the other..i just don't want to offend anybody..that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i ended up spending the whole day contemplating relationships..i'm always fretting about something, so there's no point in explaining how it all started..i shall start with a tv show i happened to catch during lunch..it was one of those agama forums that has an ustazah explaining to an audience about a chosen topic of the day, and today's topic was "akhlak"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a nutshell, it explained how people tend to neglect their relationship with other human beings as oppose to their relationship with God..i've always loved this topic..i liked how she said that; although someone prays 5 times a day, reads the Quran regularly, pays their zakat and conducts qi'amullail every night, if this person is even the slightest bit a lousy neighbour, he/she will not go to heaven..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see how the statement is "will not go to heaven"..but it never says "will go to hell"..so where do this people stand exactly?..it's really intriguing..so it really works both ways right?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, let's avoid the extremes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a conversation with a good friend today..and she being the very polite person she is asked if it was ok for her to quote an instance involving a former love affair of mine..i thought that was very kind..most people just don't care or assume that you should be ok with it, because it's the sane, logical thing to do..and it is, really..but it was just really nice that she asked first, because no matter how cruel/strong/cold or whatever someone could be, an unsuccessful relationship hovering close to 3 years long and above will strike a cord somewhere deep down within the bowels of even a black hole..just admit it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as our conversation continued, it struck me why i couldn't stand being in a relationship anymore..does it really have to always be that hard?..i understand that all relationships need to be worked at but really, does it all have to be that hard?..it's depressing..but clearly, these people are honestly and full-heartedly "in love"!..i'm envious and at the same time scared to freakin death..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will i ever love anyone enough to be able to tolerate so much crap from a person?..and when i'm talking about this, i'm referring to a relationship leading to a lifelong commitment in marriage ok..not just a long lived "relationship"..cause i really do believe in the idea of marriage as a whole..i am an idealist, so go figure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this brings me to another conversation which i had with someone else a week back..i asked him, "when do you consider yourself in-a-relationship with someone?"..he answered "when going out gets to another level of physical-ness that involves snuggling and stuff"..this is not a direct quote cause my memory doesn't store things as well as it should..so i asked "can't a relationship just exist on an emotional level?"..i don't really remember his answer, but i summed it up as a mix of yes-s and no-s..hmm....i also understand that not everyone would think like him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which leads me to wonder, have i ever read or provided to situations that portrayed misunderstood intentions thus leading to missed opportunities or just plain misunderstandings?..wow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so where does the line between friendship and "beyond" draw anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'd like to end by quoting another conversation i had with some beautiful people i'm blessed to have in my life..she said something like "i am in someway attracted to all my friends", and i think i agree with that..i mean ofcourse right?..it seems somewhat so simple..yet.....*ponder*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm..this is one randomly long unnecessary post..whatever..this is just me thinking out-loud again..i think i'll go back to reading Mr Y now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;-end-&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/4514565991810478175-4281211005599972648?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/4281211005599972648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/thinking-out-loud.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...RIP Portgas D Ace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-7089707857479146159?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/7089707857479146159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/ace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7089707857479146159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7089707857479146159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/ace.html' title='Ace'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-4032677224924628575</id><published>2010-02-11T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:40:23.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>when the moon shines on a thursday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i need a buddy to go out tonight!! dangit!..actually i'm fine alone, but i just know that i'll end up in some weird awkward social situation now and again and that'll just menyusahkan my lady theatre friend..noooooooo!!! why am i so socially impared?!!..oh, this sucks..i still really wanna go though cause i havent seen lady theatre friend for so long readyyyy......apa ni........&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suck it up alia!! u're gonna have to learn some EQ skills at some point..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u can do this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deep breaths..*&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-4032677224924628575?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/4032677224924628575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-moon-shines-on-thursday-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4032677224924628575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4032677224924628575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-moon-shines-on-thursday-night.html' title='when the moon shines on a thursday night'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-3136823108803063838</id><published>2010-02-10T13:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:02:06.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random story'/><title type='text'>a foggy-filled wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a big "HOORAY" to my new fictional adventure! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End of Mr Y is to me a really special bit of indulgent creative writing..it's just full of quirky quotable quotes that i can't help but laugh out loud to..i just love it..i've only started reading yesterday and am currently upon chapter six but already i can't put it down (except for writing here that i love it!)..ms scarlett thomas, you are seriously awesome..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, i have a confession to make..i've been experiencing a continuous foggy-filled nagging headache every morning to evening, everyday, ever since i can remember..i do remember though the feeling of a clear head during the day but i don't remember the last time i had one..my auntie says that it's most probably caused by sinus, a family trait passed down from generation to generation and i think she's probably right..but recently, it has gone up a notch evolving into a throbbing migraine every now and then, and a sense of nauseous vertigo every other time..i talked to ah moi (the future doc-tah!) about this at rasta the other day with big bob as a witness and at the time thought it was low blood pressure..but i think it is actually just my stupid sinuses..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i've been observing it right and realized that it really does only happen during the day..i believe it's the cause of me feeling like shit every morning and having such a hard time waking up (nope, i'm not a morning person)..i've never experienced a hang-over before but i believe it would feel a little like my mornings..the fog would thicken into a throbbing migraine by mid-afternoon to the point my eye would twitch and i'd find it hard to keep my eyes open in a ray of reflected sunlight..then it would die down into a nauseous vertigo feel by around 5pm..as soon as maghrib hits, i'll be fine and the fog would have officially lifted..what the hell right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have concluded that this is why i work better from midnight onwards as that's when my head is truly crystal clear..so i am evidently a nocturnal creature, sensitive to heat who's constantly physically distressed..yup, that should be about right..&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/4514565991810478175-3136823108803063838?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/3136823108803063838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/foggy-filled-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3136823108803063838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3136823108803063838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/foggy-filled-wednesday.html' title='a foggy-filled wednesday'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-5272655085237450038</id><published>2010-02-09T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:37:33.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah moi got me hooked on this song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to admit, i just love rihanna..love her voice and her catchy songs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i was super talented on the guitar so i can just grab it and play them in acoustic versions..and sing ofcourse..haha..i miss singing..like really singing..outside the bathroom and car..dang......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rihanna - &lt;i&gt;"Photographs"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOifX2t0HXg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOifX2t0HXg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-5272655085237450038?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/5272655085237450038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/photographs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/5272655085237450038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/5272655085237450038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/photographs.html' title='Photographs'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-4200190654511535469</id><published>2010-02-08T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:46:15.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positivity is the key to survival'/><title type='text'>my (wacky) mental state :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's official, all applications have been sent and now awaiting arrival and reply..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully it's gonna be a bunch of positive replies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have the month off to work on the aussie ones, and scholarship apps should come out by the end of the month through march..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i'm hanging on to chance, i'm no first class graduate and i wasn't the star of the design studio or anything but an average jane like me could hope and dream too right?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in love with life at the moment..just taking each day as it comes..really engulfing every single up and horrible downs of my emotional state and just learning to deal with it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been blessed with the company of some extremely incredible people in my life that i should remind myself i have no reason to complain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm an emotional sucker..i'm in love with some people who will never realize the capacity of which i am able to care for them..i wear my heart on my sleeve yet i am completely incapable of showing people how i truly feel..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have made countless mistakes in my life that have cost me great friends and more..and it's those beautiful people who accept me for all that i am, without question or prejudice, without the slightest waver and ill concern, expressing the greatest understanding and just unbelievable love, that i really thank God for everyday and silently pray for everyday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still choose to be an idealist..i've seen greatness in people and i believe in it..true love really does exist and real friendship really knows no bounds..the world can truly someday be at peace and every thing in existence someday will learn to be as one..i'm sure of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laugh at me if you may..but if you truly believe it, you will live to see it :)&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/4514565991810478175-4200190654511535469?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/4200190654511535469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-wacky-mental-state-p.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4200190654511535469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4200190654511535469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-wacky-mental-state-p.html' title='my (wacky) mental state :p'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-4674975281977150851</id><published>2009-12-02T03:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T03:46:10.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Bugger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's so much more left to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have no more money...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know if i can meet my deadline anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm under a lot of stress and it doesn't help that there's added tension all of a sudden...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm tired and officially depressed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i still want this so bad!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;challenges makes success a lot sweeter?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sure hope success is my destiny with this...sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;hoping and praying~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/4514565991810478175-4674975281977150851?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/4674975281977150851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/12/bugger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4674975281977150851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4674975281977150851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/12/bugger.html' title='Bugger...'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-5127549721746702491</id><published>2009-12-01T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:25:20.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Hopes and Wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm scared of 3.45pm today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i could take the whole month off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just wanna be left alone sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i didn't have to wake up to someone yelling at me, twice, this morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish all this preparation didn't cost so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish that i will be able to meet my deadline...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why in bloody hell am i so emotional sometimes?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish taylor lautner is 25 and not 17...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish taylor lautner was malaysian...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really wanna go holiday with the girls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really hope i get to continue overseas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope that 3.45pm today goes well...&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/4514565991810478175-5127549721746702491?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/5127549721746702491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/12/hopes-and-wants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/5127549721746702491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/5127549721746702491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/12/hopes-and-wants.html' title='Hopes and Wants'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-5149745176164682823</id><published>2009-11-25T14:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:52:21.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Love is Blind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the opposite of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;selfishness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;jealousy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;animosity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;resentment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;annoyance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;utter dislike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;absolute loathing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the saying goes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the opposite of love is none other then &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;INDIFFERENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a very thin line between &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;"compromise"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;"indifference"&lt;/span&gt;..once the line is crossed, there's really no turning back..which serves to be the biggest disappointment in life..it is equivalent to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;loss of hope&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopelessness leads to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;despair&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despair leads to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;resentment&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;all of the above&lt;/span&gt;..thus, the above are all just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;by-products&lt;/span&gt; of indifference.. your mind tells your heart that it's ok to feel which ever way for something you don't want to care about anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;or so it seems......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- the fragile emotions of a human soul -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/4514565991810478175-5149745176164682823?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-6182600376155219723</id><published>2009-11-08T00:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:08:11.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A Withered Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;The most beautiful things in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;are those we usually take for granted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;and only appreciate when it's already too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SvWou7Tdt1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/KcBnllQf8k0/s320/withered+rose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401408852247557970" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random story'/><title type='text'>Munif was right : I Am the Super Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today something happened..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finished my assigned job early and didn't really have anymore "meet-the-deadline" rush-rush thing to do so i went back to updating the supplier library..i already finished keying in the roof inventory into the computer so i decided to do the doors next..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i sorted out the different categories, types and all that and began reading the catalogues and jotting down the needed information to be uploaded into the computer lah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long story short, i got to the "Automatic Doors" category..this was like 2 and a half hours into just reading and writing..there was a brand of doors imported from Japan called NABCO..as i was reading it, i found myself giggling like a little kid amazed at the different types of colour coated jelly beans on display..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;(if you hate reading about ridiculous architecture-ish stuff that's elaborately boring, please skip/fast forward through this paragraph)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were like almost 10 different types of different automatic doors! each of the 10 having its own break down of 2-3 different variations! i was like so totally amazed!! the coolest were their collection of automatic revolving doors with the "circle star X" as the prized jewel! wow, i have never seen this door in my life and it's so COOL!! it's like a combination between a revolving door and sliding doors, like what the hell right?! i can't even imagine how it would work if i were walking through it..awesomeness....!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, as all this excitement raced through my head i didn't notice the ridiculous face i was making while giggling into a freakin door catalogue like it was a picture book..i had my mp3 on so i was kind of in my own little world until i thought i saw something moving from the corner of my eye..like that, an imaginary hand smacked my sub-concious telling me to snap out of it..as i was coming back to reality, i think i somewhat remember making weird grunting noises in between giggling earlier..oh my God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, a big oh my God..i'm in my office kot sitting at the meeting table..now, only God knows what my office mates might have saw and what they thought about it..i noticed someone sort of laughing to themselves, i really hope i wasn't the reason behind it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am such a NERD!..&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/4514565991810478175-8797141124669958944?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/8797141124669958944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/10/munif-was-right-i-am-super-nerd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/8797141124669958944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/8797141124669958944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/10/munif-was-right-i-am-super-nerd.html' title='Munif was right : I Am the Super Nerd'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-8241176551355524340</id><published>2009-10-19T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:36:51.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopes and prayers'/><title type='text'>To Tell the World is To Want To Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bismillah..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please dear God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cure me off this "disability"..i hope to be more productive and reliable all year round..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope to have a more stable internal emotional temperament..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope to be more positive and stay positive thus experiencing less burn-outs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope to achieve my life's goals and still observe those of  my afterlife..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope to be a successful adult with good values, positive goals and a fantastic social life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my family, my friends, and those few special people who blur the line between the two..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please also make all their dreams come true..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amin..&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/4514565991810478175-8241176551355524340?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-2404684977377245106</id><published>2009-10-14T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:10:00.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Kicking and Screaming!!</title><content type='html'>i feel like kicking and screaming right now.. ARGHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my brother's poor laptop is suffering from my stress..it doesn't help that the keyboard is so stuck! i have to slam on the "C" key and "spacebar" everytime i need it! stupid streamyx rosak! i miss by mac! s*** !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like it's been a bad day, but things just aren't really going according to plan today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. planned to reach work early - didn't happen (caused by over-sleeping + massive traffic jam)&lt;br /&gt;2. work was a whole new level of dry..i kept on counting down the time..i don't know why..&lt;br /&gt;3. half of my lunch time was spent on waiting for it to be cooked, ALONE..&lt;br /&gt;4. was suppose to go on a solo gym mission today, both pump and combat - didn't happen (thanks to mum's workaholic boss, she didn't even have a proper lunch! how could you..)&lt;br /&gt;5. i stumbled upon something pissy online, trying to suppress...&lt;br /&gt;6. i want to blog also susah because internet my brother keeps on getting stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON!!!!! and i can't run around kicking and screaming..*sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, CSI dah start..distract mode -ON-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-2404684977377245106?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/2404684977377245106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/10/kicking-and-screaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/2404684977377245106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/2404684977377245106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/10/kicking-and-screaming.html' title='Kicking and Screaming!!'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-4651368312051145026</id><published>2009-10-06T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:19:51.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing on a Flimsy Reality</title><content type='html'>it's been ages since i posted something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;reason no.1 -&lt;/span&gt; life just took a new turn into "work-hood"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;reason no.2 -&lt;/span&gt; internet at home is down and will be down for a while until i get it fixed, which would probably take ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so tired of stressing out..why am i so fickle and gutless when it comes to making decisions?&lt;br /&gt;i over think everything in life and in turn hurt myself and others along the way by procrastinating important decisions!&lt;br /&gt;i'm just sooo tired and unwilling to deal with consequences....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has been rudely tiring but surprisingly fulfilling..&lt;br /&gt;gym nights have been helping me ease my sorrowful working existence by giving me reason to look forward to something other then staring into a computer screen..&lt;br /&gt;they always say that when you do something you like, work doesn't feel like work anymore..&lt;br /&gt;i beg to differ..work will always be work, because of the repetitious un-breaking cycle it revolves around..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much fun work is, repetitious cycles are boring, draining, and life-suckingly zombie like..&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to get back to studying..hahahaha! i am never satisfied in what ever situation i'm in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to go for a theater  production audition the other day..it was one of those "on-a-whim" decisions i made..&lt;br /&gt;i had to prepare 2 monologues and a song..the auditions didn't go as well as i hoped it would have though..haha! nervous!!&lt;br /&gt;but i'm really glad i did it..i don't know if i'll get called back, but either way, i'd definitely go and audition some more..&lt;br /&gt;at least now i know roughly what to expect..and if i do eventually end up getting into a show, then it would be an exciting addition to my daily routine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might just get my hair coloured this weekend..depending on how much it's gonna cost me and how long it's gonna take..&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna get coloured contact lenses too..i think i'm going through one of those "spice-up-your-life" phases right now..&lt;br /&gt;i also realized that i get envious, "terasa" and emo-motion way too easily sometimes..even when it's got nothing to do with me..i'm quite the nut-case..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is my update to last me the next week or so i guess..internet, oh internet..please fix yourself if you don't mind?please please please.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-4651368312051145026?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/4651368312051145026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/10/sailing-on-flimsy-reality.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4651368312051145026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4651368312051145026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/10/sailing-on-flimsy-reality.html' title='Sailing on a Flimsy Reality'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-5369555324224295670</id><published>2009-09-18T05:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:33:04.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hari Raya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Of Kerja &amp; Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;my first week of work has been interesting and quite the cycle i have to learn to get use to..i can never seem to wake up on time, NEVER..not even on my first day..so today, on friday, 18th of september, i decided that i should not sleep after sahur..i'm just too used to waking up at 1.00++pm everyday for the past month or so that waking up at 6.30am is just highly HIGHLY challenging..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;office is fun i guess..haha! damn cacat statement..it's very different from my internship place and the standard UiTM atmosphere, but i like it..no one really talks to anyone except if it's about work so the working environment is rather quiet..i actually really like this since i always zone out when i'm doing stuff so at least i don't come off too awkward..i'm the only Muslim girl which is rather difficult actually, sembahyang and all, but i'm getting along lah..i'm sitting at a diagonal position behind my direct supervisor which is stressful sometimes since he'll observe me doing work just to see if i'm competent enough..the a/c in the office is always so damn cold so i'm always thirsty and my skin is peeling..but better freezing cold than smelting hot right? with the smell of sweat and everything..i'm contented..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;, oh! and i have to help pick up the phone too sometimes if the secretary and subha, my table neighbour, is busy..i love answering the phone!.."hello/good morning, *** architect.."..hahahahaha..so fun!..i feel all grown-up-working-person already :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;so today i have to be at the office at 8.00am at least, since my supervisor wants me to submit stuff at 10.00am..there's not much left to do, but just in case something stupid happens it's better if i get there earlier..i'm quite scared actually..well, also today every other Malay person in the office is on leave already, so it's gonna be an extra quiet day today..*mental note: must bring ipod*..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;haih..ultimately, i cannot wait for raya!!! thank God i slithered my way from giving duit raya this year..hahaha..yalah, baru work 1 week..i have no money to upfront first..sorry ah muh cousins, tahun depan extra sikit lah..make up for this year..HAPPY HARI RAYA EVERYBODY!! may this year be extra special and extra BEST for everyone!! ameen..Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin..&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/4514565991810478175-5369555324224295670?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/5369555324224295670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-kerja-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/5369555324224295670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/5369555324224295670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-kerja-raya.html' title='Of Kerja &amp; Raya'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-3279886107996276466</id><published>2009-09-11T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:19:34.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kejadian kebiasaan hidup'/><title type='text'>next week..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;the guy from the architecture firm called, so i'm gonna be reporting in for duty on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; at freakin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;8.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;..oh my..awalnya office hours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;am i excited? hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;50-50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; i guess..i'm not done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;holiday-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; yet actually..harharhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;most of my uni friends are already doing something important with their lives and my brain has officially went back to zero so it's probably the right time to kick start my "new era" in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;so starting next week my everyday life cycle, sleep cycle, social activities and gym time table will officially re-schedule itself..not forgetting that i haven't done sh** for my part 2 applications..hehe..oh, and i'm still owing a few people their books!..oh my oh my..i'm such an idiot sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;well, i have the weekend to do something about it..so yeah, i really &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; do something about all this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;*psych myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;plus,  i should also be revising some basic construction knowledge and such so that i wont come off as an idiot on my first day..so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;where did i put my books again?..hmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;*search search*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;oh well, here goes the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;beginning of the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;"careless-anak-bongsu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; phase of life..may what comes next be exciting, fulfilling and attitude changing for the better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;insyaAllah....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you spin my head right round, right round, like a record baby right round, round, round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-3279886107996276466?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/3279886107996276466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/09/next-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3279886107996276466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3279886107996276466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/09/next-week.html' title='next week..'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-2680292696705109068</id><published>2009-09-09T01:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:44:42.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Laparnya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;it is 1.40am and i am so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;SO HUNGRY&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;there's nothing to eat at home, how am i to survive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;when i finally found cheezels stashed away at the back of the cupboard, i now know why it was there.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;BBQ Cheese Flavour!!??&lt;/span&gt; who the heck came up with that!?? &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;tak sedap!!!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;*laparnya~* sob sob sob....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&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/4514565991810478175-2680292696705109068?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/2680292696705109068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/09/laparnya.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/2680292696705109068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/2680292696705109068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/09/laparnya.html' title='Laparnya...'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-6402898546936972565</id><published>2009-09-04T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:28:48.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random lists'/><title type='text'>Money, money, money, money....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Things/Stuff i want to save up for :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.   piano classes                                                    (RM90 a month)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.   piano-keyboard-thing                                   (RM2990)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.   a Canon D1000                                               (RM2200)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      *because it's the only one that can be considered affordable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.   shopping                                                          (RM500 every 2 months)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.   an iTrip                                                             (RM350)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.   home hair-styling set                                     (RM190)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.   ori anti-virus                                                    (RM79)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.   external hard drive                                         (RM320)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.   budget for portfolio and uni apps                (RM500)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      *omg, i listed this last :p teruknya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Wow, now that i look at it..that's a lot of money..oh dear..haha..maybe i'll miss 1 or 2 from the list..well, what ever..i have slightly less than a year to accomplish all of this..insyaAllah..ike ike!!! i can do it!!!&lt;/span&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/4514565991810478175-6402898546936972565?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/6402898546936972565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/09/money-money-money-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6402898546936972565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6402898546936972565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/09/money-money-money-money.html' title='Money, money, money, money....'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-3849314230106926295</id><published>2009-08-30T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:57:22.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in hope and prayer for change'/><title type='text'>In Response to Enraging Incident</title><content type='html'>What i wish to write in this particular post are my deepest thoughts that i have only shared with one person so far..i consider myself still extremely shallow in the knowledge of life and religion, and admit that i am in no way "pious" enough to make bold statements about "them"..what i wish to express are my worries and my pondering mind that is searching for an answer..one i accept i may only find in the next life..hu Allah hu alam..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forgive me if what i write here today offends or makes anybody uncomfortable and posts questions about my faith and "understanding"..i assure u that my faith is not shaken and i only ponder because what i observe in this world today is....is what was already written? i guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;insyaAllah, my heart is in the right place..this is no "ajaran sesat" type post k..take it or leave it..&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&gt;"But religion is more than rite and ritual. There is what the rite and ritual stand for......"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When i corrected her, i told her that in fact she was not so wrong; that Hindus in their capacity for love, are indeed hairless Christians, just as Muslims, in the way they see God in everything, are bearded Hindus, and Christians, in their devotion to God, are hat-wearing Muslims."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Life of Pi (Yann Martel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From what i understand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Religion is a release, a way of life, a form of devotion that gives us sanity in understanding our existence and reason for life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science is knowledge that explains the order of everything that exists in life and how it all co-relates to each other..which gives birth to logic, which can also be considered rational..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i believe that everything in life can be rationalized, can be understood and can be solved..it's just a matter of timing and inspiration..but in order for everything to make sense, a person needs to WANT to rationalize, to understand, and to solve..i completely believe that with rational, people will understand, and all conflicts in the world can be resolved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans were born with the ability to rationalize..to produce logic..that is our gift..we were also all born as one species, in one category, with the same characteristics and needs in life..with also the same function and the same progressive route of survival..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what about specialty? what about exclusiveness? hierarchy and social strata???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all things need to exist in order for life to achieve balance..it is inevitable..i accept that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SELF-RIGHTEOUSNESS IS WHAT I DON'T ACCEPT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is filled with doubt..doubt is what keeps us on our toes..the reason why we occasionally question ourself..the reason why we reflect, learn and search for the truth..for knowledge..whether academic, social or spiritual..self-righteousness is equivalent to IGNORANCE..stupid people are not the worst form of humans, it is ignorant people who are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignorance leads to selfishness..you only choose to want to know, to believe, and to accept things that only you want..only things that are to your benefit..because understanding completely is just too difficult..but does that make it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this ludacris thought process gives birth to instances like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i can build my mosques everywhere and turn on my speakers as loud as possible because my muslim brothers need to hear the azan and you kafir people need to be dakwah-ed to" BUT "if you dare think of building a temple in my territory i will dismember a sacred symbol and kill anyone who tries"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i am so much more muslim than you are, it's too bad that you were born non-muslim, i guess i'm going to heaven and you're going to hell"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"saudara baru? it's too late now..anyway, it's not my problem that you don't know how to perform your prayers and read the Quran..go find help somewhere else lah, there's PERKIM right..it's hard enough for me to keep myself out of hell."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"no, i am never wrong. because i am a hijab wearing, 5 times a day praying, abiding muslim..because i am fantastic in my relationship towards God that i don't care about my relationship with everyone else around me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sorry if i'm too crude and blatant..but there's too much of this happening today, it irks every bit of life in me..this "save myself and screw everyone else" attitude..this "i am so much better than you", "who is more "holier"" attitude..what is all this?? this is not Islam..i don't have to be a Muslim to know that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not surprising that the number of atheists grow by the day..it is not surprising that more and  more people stray away from religion..it is even understandable to me how people have questioned religion and the existence of God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is not religion that plague people from progress, rational, humanity and "science"..not religion that cause people to hate, to kill, to divide and be prejudice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is people that infect religion to been seen as a plague.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shame on "PEOPLE"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-3849314230106926295?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/3849314230106926295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-response-to-enraging-incident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3849314230106926295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3849314230106926295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-response-to-enraging-incident.html' title='In Response to Enraging Incident'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-1016895317688876299</id><published>2009-08-30T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:16:54.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>Enraging Incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;a note written by a dear friend, elza irdalynna, which i wish to share..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;..................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;"Ya Allah", I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of very confused (I use this term because that would be the kindest thing I can say about them), misled Muslims, claiming to be residents of Section 23 in Shah Alam marched to the State Secretariat with a desecrated cow's head in protest over the relocation of a Hindu temple in their area. Chanting threats of bloodshed, and accusing the State Government of being liberal infidels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Friday prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Holy month of Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read this, my heart was enraged. And felt so much pity for these lost lambs. Their complaint was that this is a "90% Muslim area" and the "noise" made by the temple proceedings would disrupt their Islamic rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you kidding? This is simple racism. This has nothing to do with disrupt of your prayers. Because if prayers are what you're truly concerned about, that suggests you're men of God. Which SHOULD mean you understand Islam, or at least basic Islamic history. WHICH YOU DO NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Prophet and his people moved to Madinah, in the Pledge of Aqaba, between Jews of Madina and the pilgrims states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Jews shall maintain their own religion and the Muslims theirs. Loyalty is a protection against treachery. The close friends of Jews are as themselves. None of them shall go out on a military expedition except with the permission of Muhammad, but he shall not be prevented from taking revenge for a wound."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was agreed then they were allowed to practice any religion of choice, in peace. This was the teaching of the Prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt this when I was 12. Tolerance, and harmony. 1Malaysia is not a new idea. Unity was called for long ago. Unity does not mean uniformity, but to stand together in spite of our differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of Sentul can protest that the Azan is disrupting their rituals. But they do not.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen non- Muslim butchers learn the way of Slaughtering the Islamic way, all so we Muslims can eat with our peace of mind intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then, is it so difficult for us Muslims to do the same? Why are we so caught up with KeMelayuan and exclusivity of Islam to the point where we call for BLOODSHED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their beliefs differ. But if they can accept our differences, why cant we accept theirs? This is not the way of Islam. You know who punished people for their different religious practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of Quraisy. We now,are behaving in the same way of the very Infidels that the Prophet had to battle in order to save Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's being done now? We are a few days shy of Independence Day. Of Nuzul Quran.&lt;br /&gt;What's being said in the speeches during Terawih? Have our leaders in religion called for Unity against this mindless brutality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why has the government, who so often resort to ISA for ridiculous reasons, not threatened to do the same with these people, who are blatantly inciting hate and racism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear we live in a time where intolerance has become louder than humanity and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;I weep over the fact that I share the name of a group of people who continuously disgrace Islam.&lt;br /&gt;I call for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something must be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-1016895317688876299?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/1016895317688876299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/enraging-incident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/1016895317688876299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/1016895317688876299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/enraging-incident.html' title='Enraging Incident'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-3446203872738553406</id><published>2009-08-26T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:02:03.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kembali ke dunia realiti'/><title type='text'>Back &amp; Unwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'm back..to real life and boring reality... :p boo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;haha..bandung was awesome..wished we had more time to finish shopping..i actually left some stuff out that i really really REALLY wanted but tak sempat nak patah balik to get..i so regret!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;will seriously make the - plan for a "return-to-bandung" trip - happen..MUST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;am now sick..coughing, running nose, lethargy, the works..but not H1N1 though, alhamdullilah..had to check with the doctor on monday..(lucky)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;will be offline for a while..until i regain my "un-lazy-ness"........ :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;for now, sleep.....zzzzZZZZZ&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/4514565991810478175-3446203872738553406?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/3446203872738553406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-unwell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3446203872738553406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3446203872738553406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-unwell.html' title='Back &amp; Unwell'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-1657999002260171970</id><published>2009-08-14T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:05:26.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Shut Up and Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;i like driving with the window down..i get to feel the wind on my face and in my hair..hear the sound of it and cars rushing by..air-conditioning usually gives me cold shivers and a dry feeling in my throat anyway..one problem about driving with the window down though, i can't hear the music on the radio..oh ya, and the air usually smells quite bad in malaysia..unless if it just rained..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;but once i get on the highway, i guess i'll just blast my radio as loud as i need to..no one can hear me then anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;it's crazy how fast people drive on highways sometimes..i feel like an idiot when i'm driving to the speed limit..and everyone else will make me feel like i'm a useless slow-poke crowding the long stretch of bitumen and tar..eee..i get nervous when i'm speeding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;life is kinda like driving on a highway, kan..everyone is moving so fast..sometimes you don't know how fast you're going because you're pacing yourself with everyone else..it's so tiring.."people" in this context being "cars" just flash by..sometimes we follow sometimes we lead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;i think i'm experiencing a burn out..my engine's rusty from the long hauls..it seems i haven't been replacing my black oil as frequently as i should..the window's down, and the air is rushing in..adding to the weight as i still drive on ahead..everyone is moving so fast..everyone is passing by..the radiator is almost dry, and there's smoke bellowing from the hood..but i still can't stop, because my destination is still far away..and all these cars are passing me by..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;it won't be too long before i catch on fire....then "boom" goes my engine?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-1657999002260171970?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/1657999002260171970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/shut-up-and-drive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/1657999002260171970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/1657999002260171970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/shut-up-and-drive.html' title='Shut Up and Drive'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-230752909244191425</id><published>2009-08-08T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:18:39.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live shows'/><title type='text'>A Shameless Covers Night, PJLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;it was awesome!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'm so glad soraya ajak-ed me to go..it was really really good..RM25 worth spent..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-size: medium;"&gt;as we were discussing in the car, we haven't done this for a while..and i miss it so bad..both the music and company were great..an enjoyable girls night out! :D..&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;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 319px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/madsoraya/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let's talk about the show a little;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;i&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; recorded most of the show on my phone (audio only lah) and will be finding a way to post them right soon..but i missed the 2 opening songs and the 1st one after the intermission &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(sayang nya!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;..was just so mesmerized, didn't want to record half-way, tak syok :p..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-size: medium;"&gt;they covered songs like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"water runs dry", "kiss from a rose on the grave", "jaded", "creep", "you ought'a know", "salvation"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and a few unexpected memories like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"pinky and the brain", "appollo wafer advert", "ghostbusters"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and my ultimate favourite, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"captain planet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-size: medium;"&gt;i so am not doing the show justice with the list above, but as soon as i get the recordings straightened out i'm definitely posting the full song list..it was just really awesome..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-size: medium;"&gt;i guess i especially loved it because these were songs i grew up listening..it was like primary school all over again..the 90's feva..yeah!! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;all 4 of them were fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;..i was especially impressed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;melina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;zalila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;melina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; is just super talented, she can play almost any instrument perfectly and her rockstar voice is just so cool :)..i had never heard or seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;zalila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; perform before tonight, but she is one fun person!..she plays with so much soul and you can just see her enjoying herself while performing..it's just so memberangsangkan!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;mia palencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; is as usual the unbelievable vocalist that she is, and she can rap pretty well too..haha!..i felt that her choice of covers were those i could relate to the most..and ofcourse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;reza salleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;..adorable personality and easily (to me) one of the best male artist malaysia has ever seen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i am so very the bangga :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hope to see more of their shows soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;will definitely continue my support!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g104/madsoraya/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4514565991810478175-230752909244191425?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/230752909244191425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/shameless-covers-night-pjla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/230752909244191425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/230752909244191425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/shameless-covers-night-pjla.html' title='A Shameless Covers Night, PJLA'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-7072716643556069705</id><published>2009-08-06T19:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:55:43.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Statement of Realisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The quality of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"friendship"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; is not defined by the number of years it has existed, rather more through choices made in experiences together&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;agree?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a person can be in close contact and proximity to another person for years but not be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;two or more people can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; for decades and not know anything about each other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;on the other hand, a complete stranger can spare 5 minutes in their life to express respect, acknowledgement, care and humanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;..enough to be considered a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; "friend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; right?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;sadly i feel that people can call each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; and completely misunderstand the concept..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;what has happened to the term &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"friendship"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i hate people who misuse it to gain for their own selfish benefits..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;the world doesn't have to be that cold..bonds between people are meant to be more than just means of survival..true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"friendship"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;is a gift to be nurtured..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4514565991810478175-7072716643556069705?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/7072716643556069705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/statement-of-realisation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7072716643556069705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7072716643556069705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/statement-of-realisation.html' title='Statement of Realisation'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-8472204765693440982</id><published>2009-08-01T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:37:59.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>A True Malaysian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She's such a beautiful person..someone full of love and understanding..someone who clearly knew what was important in life..not afraid to live a life she truly believes in..not afraid to be the exception..i have so much respect for her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i don't know her personally..i don't even know her from a far..but i wished i did..i wished i could have at least had a small conversation with such a fantastic individual..maybe sometime in the next life?..insyaAllah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i wish only all good things for her..and i wish her all the best in the next life..i wish that i could be half the daughter she was to her parents..i wish she didn't have to go through the conflicts she did in life..i wish everyone could follow in her lead and not judge everyone else just because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i want to be someone as strong as her..and i want to be someone as moving as her..and i hope someday, i can share my thoughts and ideals with the world like her..i wish there were more people who saw the world like her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;again, i only wish good things for her..she is truly special..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://twitchfilm.net/site/images/uploads/yasminahmad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AY Yasmin Ahmad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1958 - 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i love this picture of her the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-8472204765693440982?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/8472204765693440982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/true-malaysian.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/8472204765693440982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/8472204765693440982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/true-malaysian.html' title='A True Malaysian'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-2079423931698569459</id><published>2009-08-01T15:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:12:21.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Baby Steps : Barley Notebooks is born..hehe :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finally did it..the blog-shop i've been dreaming of setting up since 3 years ago is finally finished..i really don't know where it's headed n whether or not it'll be successful, but the best advice i've been given is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"the best way to start something sometimes is to just get started"&lt;/span&gt;..so i got started..i'm still owing a few people some books, which i will be submitting to s.alam next week, insyaAllah..apologies for taking too long..it is completely my fault for under-estimating my final year expectations..i'm an idiot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got sick again yesterday, which hindered my plans a little bit..oh well..but i have to make up for it today i guess..i couldn't even fulfill my promise to call shazato yesterday..so i should call her rite after i finish writing this blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in all, i really hope my blog-shop reaches the target market i'm aiming for..still slowly learning about how to market it properly though..and i hope everyone who visits the website enjoys browsing through it..i put so much effort into making it!! hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i'll just hope for the best :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SnP_bhZLKNI/AAAAAAAAAZg/aTt685oSHoU/s200/CG5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364912429413902546" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;About Barley Notebooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barleynotebooks.blogspot.com"&gt;www.barleynotebooks.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Barley&lt;/span&gt; is an online store &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;specializing in selling and customizing notebooks and paper products&lt;/span&gt;. We offer &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;hand-made&lt;/span&gt; items such as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;otebooks, card-holders, photo albums, organizers, cd-cases&lt;/span&gt; and much more at affordable prices. All Barley products are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;one-of-a-kind&lt;/span&gt; and made &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;customizable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to suite each person and event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Barley&lt;/span&gt; started off as an idea to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;pursue hand-made notebooks as a commercial item&lt;/span&gt;. In the beginning, Barley customized notebooks for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;friends and family&lt;/span&gt; members as a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;hobby&lt;/span&gt;. Now, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Barley&lt;/span&gt; hopes to go &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;commercial&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-2079423931698569459?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/2079423931698569459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-steps-barley-notebooks-is-bornhehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/2079423931698569459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/2079423931698569459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-steps-barley-notebooks-is-bornhehe.html' title='Baby Steps : Barley Notebooks is born..hehe :)'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SnP_bhZLKNI/AAAAAAAAAZg/aTt685oSHoU/s72-c/CG5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-547151294891458930</id><published>2009-07-30T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:44:36.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Moving On..??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;wah, ever since soraya's back this 2 weeks (2 rite?), my days have been filled with lots of activities again :) hee..have been seeing munif less though *sad :'( but he's been really busy training and all and it's best that i don't disturb him much i guess..not like i'm helping the situation if he come's over anyway rite..i'm no good at helping him train...so sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i really should start on my portfolio..am expecting to work after raya, but have to actually get a job first rite..aih..which proves to be quite a task for a lot of people at the moment..wow, am i relaxed..horrible alia, horrible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing "nothing" is beginning to annoy me already :p..i'm bored of doing nothing..i'm ready to move on and get a job..i need a constant amount of money already anyway..am eating into my savings and that's really not a good thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;urgh!! i know i have to start getting off my lazy @s&amp;amp; and start preparing for the next chapter, which is work! but i'm in denial!! i don't want to, but i want to, but i malas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;oh my God..help me please :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4514565991810478175-547151294891458930?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/547151294891458930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/07/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/547151294891458930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/547151294891458930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/07/moving-on.html' title='Moving On..??'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-3212242048143522458</id><published>2009-07-28T01:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T02:03:56.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara Bareilles - Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was driving on the way back home with my mom from KL..frazzled and tired from yet another day of careless KL exploring..as i was drifting into autopilot, my mom turned up the volume of the radio that was on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Light &amp;amp; Easy&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;the sound of a piano playing&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;a lovely voice accompanying the melody&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;a beautifully written song&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i fell in love at first listen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bAc7SYUVLRU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bAc7SYUVLRU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-3212242048143522458?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/3212242048143522458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/07/sara-bareilles-gravity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3212242048143522458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3212242048143522458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/07/sara-bareilles-gravity.html' title='Sara Bareilles - Gravity'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-6751436044982608613</id><published>2009-07-15T23:02:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:05:17.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture school rankings'/><title type='text'>The "top 10" Lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i was discussing this with a friend this afternoon, i thought might as well i put it on blog for future references and such..it may just be helpful to someone who stumbles upon it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the information below are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;rankings&lt;/span&gt; that are pretty much &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;accepted internationally&lt;/span&gt;..a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;reminder&lt;/span&gt; that the list is focused to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;architecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in particular, means that the list ranks the universities based on their architectural courses only k..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i focused on 3 countries; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;United Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;United States&lt;/span&gt;..don't ask me why, it's just a matter of personal interest :p..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Top 10 Architecture Schools in the UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;quoted from &lt;a href="http://education.guardian.co.uk/universityguide2009/0,,2276673,00.html"&gt;Guardian.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;2009(Preliminary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;2008(Final)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.   Cambridge&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;                   1.   Cambridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.   UCL&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;                           2.   UCL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.   Cardiff&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;                       3.   Strathclyde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.   Bath&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;                          4.   Bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.   Newcastle&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;                    5.   Cardiff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.   Nottingham&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;                 6.   Glasgow Sc. of Art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.   Edinburgh&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;                    7.   Sheffield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.   Liverpool&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;                     8.   Edinburgh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.   Manchester Sc. of Arch.    9.   Manchester/MMU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Sheffield&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;                     10. Oxford Brookes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Top 10 Architecture Schools in Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;quoted from &lt;a href="http://www.archsoc.com/kcas/researchschool2.html"&gt;Archsoc.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;2009 (Preliminary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;2008(Final)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.   Queensland U.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;               sorry, i couldn't get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.   Melbourne U.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;                 them :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.   Tasmania U.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.   RMIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.   Newcastle U.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.   New South Wales U.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.   Adelaide U.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.   Sydney Tech. U.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.   Deakin U.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Sydney U.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Top 10 Architecture Schools in the US &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(2008-Final)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;quoted from &lt;a href="http://www.architectmagazine.com/industry-news.asp?sectionID=1006&amp;amp;articleID=602885"&gt;Architectmagazine.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Undergraduate Sc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;               &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graduate Sc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.   Virginia Polytech.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;            1.   Harvard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.   Cornell&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;                          2.   MIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.   Syracus&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;                          3.   Columbia U.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.   California Polytech.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;           4.   Cornell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.   Cincinnati U.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;                   5.   Washington St. Louis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.   Texas Austin U.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;                6.   Virginia Polytech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.   Carnegie Mellon&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;                7.   Cincinnati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.   Kansas State U.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;                 8.   Michigan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.   Penn State U.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;                  9.   Berkeley California&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Pratt Institute&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;                  10. Clemson/Rice/Texas Austin&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/4514565991810478175-6751436044982608613?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/6751436044982608613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-10-lists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6751436044982608613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6751436044982608613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-10-lists.html' title='The &quot;top 10&quot; Lists'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-1488446082398656019</id><published>2009-07-11T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:14:51.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i decided to attend a wedding this afternoon, a friend's family member was getting married and she invited me quite nicely on facebook..so despite my mom questioning my reason for going, i decided to go anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thing is, there was some history between me and this friend and it doesn't help that the group of other invited guests are mostly also not in my close circle of friends..this shouldn't be a problem, but i seem to have had developed some relationships in school that left a kind of bitter taste in the mouth..so, explains my mom's curiosity for me wanting to go all of a sudden..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;honestly&lt;/span&gt;, i don't really know why i was so adamant..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;but i went anyway lah&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i went with one of my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;closest friend&lt;/span&gt;, as she was invited as well..and as we entered the venue seeing my friend's parents and all, i gave myself a pat on the back as i still remembered how most of her family members look as the last i saw them were ages ago..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, long story short..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;we salam-salam-ed&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;makan-makan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;akap-cakap&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;photo-photo&lt;/span&gt; and then said our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;goodbyes&lt;/span&gt; and left lah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i deduced from the whole evening was that i am honestly and utterly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my life right now and i am so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that i am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;way &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;from who i was in the past&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i am thankful for the opportunities that i was presented at school but i guess &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;good company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and just a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;simply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"rich"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;moderately blessed&lt;/span&gt; life is way &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;healthier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't feel the need to impress or fulfill every single person around me anymore..and it reminds me that the few people i do really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; in life deserve a little &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;TLC&lt;/span&gt; every now and then, just to remind them how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they are..i am also at peace with the fact that not all relationships were meant to bloom into beautiful roses that need protection, that the term &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acquaintance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was created for a reason, and that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sadly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not everyone can be called a friend..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..but it's the bitter reality of things huh..i think i can learn to accept that.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4514565991810478175-1488446082398656019?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/1488446082398656019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/1488446082398656019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/1488446082398656019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-5808221620044849560</id><published>2009-07-07T22:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:23:21.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts and crafts'/><title type='text'>Getting Crafty !! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stumbled upon a really cool &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt; that offers &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;crafters&lt;/span&gt; a lot of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;video tutorials&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;step-by-step guides&lt;/span&gt; and just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;awesome ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on getting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;crafty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D there's really a lot to get into and i've been browsing through for hours already and still can't stop..i'm so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;addicted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..plus, the website is really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;easy to navigate&lt;/span&gt; around and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;looks good&lt;/span&gt; too..hee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do check it out if interested in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;d.i.y stuff&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;eco-friendly, reuse, recycle!&lt;/span&gt; nonsense..hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some of the cooler stuff i'm hung up on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SlNtTIoXFHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VLkIudARxl4/s200/lizerati-handmade-cards.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355744557375362162" /&gt;    d.i.y recycled business cards!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 64px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SlNtTGg-IBI/AAAAAAAAANw/sZrdZGLYXhg/s200/ecolabels.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355744556807495698" /&gt;    home-made eco-labels!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SlNul-e01mI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dHOhIcfKeOg/s200/buttoncoaster1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355745980580157026" /&gt;         recycled button coasters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wah..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;so cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..and there's so much more!! all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;eco-inclined&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;considerably easy&lt;/span&gt;..and all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;free &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;/span&gt; it makes me very happy..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..the website is so inspiring, i'm going crazy :p&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Click the link to check it out! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SlNxHA-KXYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/26KqmSC9mCA/s320/masthead.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355748747207400834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://craftingagreenworld.com/"&gt;Crafting A Green World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://craftingagreenworld.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-5808221620044849560?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/5808221620044849560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-crafty-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/5808221620044849560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/5808221620044849560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-crafty-d.html' title='Getting Crafty !! :D'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SlNtTIoXFHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VLkIudARxl4/s72-c/lizerati-handmade-cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-455767754143718481</id><published>2009-07-02T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:07:18.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would i Have Done The Same?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div class="commentContainer" style="padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 20px; background-image: url(http://apps.rockyou.com/images/facebook/apps/superwall/icons/quote_left.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: scroll; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i received this msg from a friend on facebook, and thought it was something worth sharing..it moved me to tears (although i easily get teary eyed over these things) but to think there are still such people in the world makes me happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="commentContainer" style="padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 20px; background-image: url(http://apps.rockyou.com/images/facebook/apps/superwall/icons/quote_left.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: scroll; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="commentContainer" style="padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 20px; background-image: url(http://apps.rockyou.com/images/facebook/apps/superwall/icons/quote_left.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: scroll; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;please read on ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="commentContainer" style="padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 20px; background-image: url(http://apps.rockyou.com/images/facebook/apps/superwall/icons/quote_left.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: scroll; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="commentContainer" style="padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 20px; background-image: url(http://apps.rockyou.com/images/facebook/apps/superwall/icons/quote_left.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: scroll; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="commentContainer" style="padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 20px; background-image: url(http://apps.rockyou.com/images/facebook/apps/superwall/icons/quote_left.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: scroll; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from Cat Juan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="commentContainer" style="padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 20px; background-image: url(http://apps.rockyou.com/images/facebook/apps/superwall/icons/quote_left.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: scroll; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="commentContainer" style="padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 20px; background-image: url(http://apps.rockyou.com/images/facebook/apps/superwall/icons/quote_left.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: scroll; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 16px; "&gt;What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="commentContainer" style="padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 20px; background-image: url(http://apps.rockyou.com/images/facebook/apps/superwall/icons/quote_left.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: scroll; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the natural order of things in my son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that when a child like Shay,who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game would now be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run to first!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'&lt;br /&gt;Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay, run to third!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things' yet most of the time we often neglect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="commentContainer" style="padding-top: 2px; 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background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;How do we play a part in treating the less fortunate in our society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) May your day, be a Shay Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;img class="commentRightQuote" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/facebook/apps/superwall/icons/quote_right.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: -6px; padding-left: 3px; margin-right: -18px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="media" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; 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font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;1. Bekas kekasih saya adalah :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;mereka yang saya cuba untuk tidak bergaul dengan lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saya sedang mendengar :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;bunyi kakak masak kat dapur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mungkin saya patut :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ergi sembahyang asar skrg sbb nak masuk kul 7 dah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Saya suka :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;makan makanan sedap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Sahabat-sahabat baik saya:&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;amat dirindui sekarang..insyaAllah kami akan bjumpa very soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Saya tak paham :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;kenapa ada orang yang pelik2 dalam dunia ni..mcm mana diorang boleh betindak dengan begitu kurang hajarnya tanpa belas kasihan atau perasaan sikit pun..tak pikir pun kalau orang lain buat kat diorang mesti diorang pun sakit gak..ish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Saya kehilangan :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;beberapa benda yang amat penting sesuatu ketika dahulu yang sehingga kini saya belum dapat maafkan pencurinya itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Ramai yang berkata :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;saya ni lembab..apakan daya, memang betul pun kot..tapi saya tetap mencuba....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Makna nama saya :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;cahaya yang tertinggi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Cinta itu adalah :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sesuatu yang buta, ganjil dan tiba-tiba..tapi hasilnya selalunya indah sangat..kalau sabar, mesti akan jumpa yg sesuai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Di suatu tempat, seseorang sedang :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;makan makanan yang sangat sedap!! nak gak!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Saya akan cuba :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;menjadi seseorang yang lebih produktif di hari2 yang akan datang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Ayat SELAMANYA membawa maksud :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sesuatu yang menakutkan.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Telefon bimbit saya :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;memerlukan gaya kulit yang baru :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Bila saya terjaga dari tidur :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;saya tidur balik biasanya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Saya paling meluat apabila :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;melihat aksi2 sekalian orang yang bengong kekadang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Pesta/Parti adalah :&lt;br /&gt;~~ s&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;esuatu tempat yang melahirkan perasaan-perasaan nervous, penat, pening, ngantuk, insecure dan bnyk lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Haiwan yang paling comel yang saya pernah temui ialah :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;kucing saya berkuasa super gemuk dan gebu yang diberi nama Jewel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Peringkat umur yang paling menyeronokkan bagi saya ialah :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ntahlah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Hari ini :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;saya kena saman dengan polis..ceit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Malam ini saya akan :&lt;br /&gt;~~  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;makan malam dgn mak ayah n tgk tv sampai time tidur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Esok pula saya akan :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;pegi campus di waktu pagi kemudian pegi makan petang tu insyaAllah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Saya betul-betul inginkan :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;melihat ibu bapa saya bangga dan gembira dengan saya dan dapat memberikan apa sahaja yang diinginkan dan kami sekeluarga gembira dan kawan2 baik saya semua pun gembira dan berjaya dan saya bkahwin dgn kekasih saya mumut dan kami ada anak2 yg comel2 dan kami memiliki sebuah rumah mewah di tepi pantai dan kami berjaya dan kaya raya dan bahagia dan halal kelakuan semua..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;amin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Ketika anda lihat wajah anda di hadapan cermin pagi ini :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;saya tak suka sangat tengok cermin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Pusat membeli-belah atau arked permainan :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;adalah tempat beriadah harian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Makanan Barat atau Jepun :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sesungguhnya makanan jepun di sushi zanmai sangat sedap yang amat!!!!! silalah cuba jika belum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Bilik yang terang atau gelap :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;masihlah sesuatu ruangan untuk saya tidur dan melepak dangan jayanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Makanan segera adalah :&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sesuatu yang saya dah amat bosan dengan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Ayat terakhir yang anda katakan pada seseorang?&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"kakak, abang kata tak makan malam ni!"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Siapa yang anda mahu Tag?&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;tade siapa, sebab saya tulis balik benda ni dalam blog :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-4177557543555803563?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/4177557543555803563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-i-found-interesting-to-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4177557543555803563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4177557543555803563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-i-found-interesting-to-do.html' title='Something From A Friend i Found Interesting To Do From Facebook..boredommm..'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-4616872986892375081</id><published>2009-06-25T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:19:38.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i'm not supposed to be pissed about this since it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;my fault&lt;/span&gt; and it was an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;obstruction of traffic&lt;/span&gt; somewhat..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;but i am anyway!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;section 14&lt;/span&gt; is a stupid place when it comes to parking!!..theres no where to park, and stupid jaya33 charges are so bloody cekik darah how can i not give up and park illegally!!..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;hish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..i double parked behind some person and left &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;my number on the windscreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for him/her to call &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if that person needs me to remove my car, but they obviously didnt! then bajet menyusahkan diri reverse menyenget and get me summoned by the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;polis&lt;/span&gt; ok, bukan JPJ!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;IDIOT!!&lt;/span&gt; dah lah susahkan diri, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;for what??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's stupid &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;section 14&lt;/span&gt; lah, cannot work together on things ke?..i feel like a horrible driver now, thats why i left my bloody phone number on the windscreen!!..eeeeee!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and i only have myself to blame :(  *sniff sniff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SkNA99FA78I/AAAAAAAAAGk/z8AcHTtsz0A/s320/DSC07425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351192215358074818" /&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/4514565991810478175-4616872986892375081?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/4616872986892375081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/06/frustrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4616872986892375081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/4616872986892375081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/06/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SkNA99FA78I/AAAAAAAAAGk/z8AcHTtsz0A/s72-c/DSC07425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-6878626597881474758</id><published>2009-06-23T23:47:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:36:51.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Animation Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;top 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; personal anime favs &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;(as of today lah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;   one piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SkEY3JPlUVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FkDRsV92Ofc/s200/onepiecebounties.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350585167946010962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;    naruto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SkEZGzg15zI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0ewM5NxBiwo/s200/NarutoShippuden1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350585436990727986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;    nodame cantabile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SkEdE61CDLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CP7AnmxB254/s200/nodame2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350589802641231026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;    gantz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SkEet4cPHgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tU4fQw9X9x8/s200/gantz3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350591605886623234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;    3 x 3 eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SkMW3TWHpbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZJuM-aHfAZI/s200/3x3eyes2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351145921587946930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;    yu yu hakusho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SkMXxEQfRUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/97lnGiZKbb8/s200/yuyu1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351146913970210114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;    bleach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SkMYGN1hwAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FflJ04fSLZs/s200/bleach1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351147277318733826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;   cooking master boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SkMYb3W8WPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_Bj7b2mg2_g/s200/cmb1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351147649241995506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;   slam dunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SkMYwGrg-AI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MSxpEXuzDwQ/s200/sd1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351147996952197122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;  yakitate!! japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SkMZJFTGNVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0VtKToGZv5o/s200/yaki1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351148426078074194" /&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/4514565991810478175-6878626597881474758?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/6878626597881474758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/06/animation-addiction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6878626597881474758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6878626597881474758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/06/animation-addiction.html' title='Animation Addiction'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/SkEY3JPlUVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FkDRsV92Ofc/s72-c/onepiecebounties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-5705432928453359210</id><published>2009-06-23T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:44:28.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging topics'/><title type='text'>The "no topic" Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've found myself in a position &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;many many many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; times where i really want to update my blog but have nothing to say..i thought i was someone who couldn't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;shut up&lt;/span&gt;..geez..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in order to fill my mind during &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;blackouts&lt;/span&gt; such as tonight, i'm writing myself a l&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ist of general topics&lt;/span&gt; to refer to..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(if i write this on a paper of any sort, i'd probably loose it and have to do it all over again..by then i forgot all the topics ready =s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;my ten random topics:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.    anime &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(one piece, bleach, naruto, nodame, gantz, n much much more!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.    social ills and issues &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(bad drivers!!, ppl who litter!, rude #%! ppl!!, n more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.    techno crap &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(mac products, modern day cool gadgets, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.    fashion? haha! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(shoes!!!, clothes, bags, accessories, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.    food!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(nyum, nyum, nyum, nyum!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.    arts and crafts &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(industri kraf tangan desa :D..hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.    movies! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(transformers tommorrow, yeay yeay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.    poetry, plays and performances &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(want to poyo2 be a thespian lah konon..hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.    music..hmm...hehehe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(munif is saying "poyo!"..hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  architecture &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(since it's my major, i guess i shud, huh :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-5705432928453359210?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/5705432928453359210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-topic-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/5705432928453359210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/5705432928453359210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-topic-post.html' title='The &quot;no topic&quot; Post'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-3577918837803860600</id><published>2009-06-16T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:06:15.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strings, Wind Pipes and Reverberating Colours</title><content type='html'>i finally bought a classical compilation cd!..yeay..been wanting one for some time now, ever since i watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nodame Cantabile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on animax..hehe..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cd is called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"Unforgettable Classics : The Most Unforgettable Mellow Classics Ever"&lt;/span&gt; from One Utama MPH..they had solo cd's of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;mozart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;rachmaninov&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;haydn&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ravel&lt;/span&gt; as well, but i thought i'd just get a compilation first since i'm still quite new at classics..maybe once i've gotten familiar with each musicians style and made sure whose i prefer then i'll start collecting the solos i guess..hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was this beautiful piano sonata by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Ravel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(i think)&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"Water"&lt;/span&gt; ke, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"Ripples"&lt;/span&gt; ke, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"Rain"&lt;/span&gt; or something on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Nodame&lt;/span&gt;..i thought that was sooo beautiful..the Ravel cd at MPH was not in English though so i had no idea what it said..haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, i'm very much into classics right now..if anyone who reads this has great classical/orchestra/quartet/etc &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, please drop me some suggestions alright..especially something along the lines of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;cronos quartet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;metallica's S&amp;amp;M&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;evanescence's lacrymosa&lt;/span&gt;, and such rock-ish orchestra-ish stuff..it would be much appreciated :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-3577918837803860600?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/3577918837803860600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/06/strings-wind-pipes-and-reverberating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3577918837803860600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/3577918837803860600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/06/strings-wind-pipes-and-reverberating.html' title='Strings, Wind Pipes and Reverberating Colours'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-7195624852194641162</id><published>2009-06-15T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:06:51.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Streets of KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom and i walked through jalan masjid india today &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(and its counter parts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in search for good looking fabrics for baju raya..since we were in the area, we decided to drop by the PAM office to hand in the arch-inquiry claim..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kl being kl, public transport is usually a walk away from wherever you need to go &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(with the exception of klcc and ampang park ofcourse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..especially in this case, we were headed to jalan tangsi which is located in the middle of nowhere &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(seriously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we walked all the way from masjid jamek lrt station to dataran merdeka, then cut through the royal selangor club to end up on jalan kinabalu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(i think..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..as we arrived in front of the Kuala Lumpur Memorial Library &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which was gorgeous-ly reanimated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, there was a saviour to my right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there we found a new and improved public toilet facility..i had to pay &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;20 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to enter, but i honestly would have paid &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;RM1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if i had to..not just because i really had to go, but it was a public toilet to be proud of..operating under one of those "urban-tropical-open-toilets" concept, it was really comfortable and clean..a big two thums up to KL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as our adventure continues, my mom and i had to walk a little further down Selangor Club &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(back towards the direction we came from because we kinda got lost)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then turn left and cross under a fly-over to get to the PAM head-quarters..there, right before we went under the fly-over, we met a creepy malay man walking towards our direction..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was obviously a drug addict; high and unstable, gripping a knife with a red handle in his right hand..i was too blur to realize what was going on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(just to freakin cross the road is a walk of death in kl!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but my mom had already began directing me away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luckily for us &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(hehe..but pity them though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, there was a mat salleh couple walking slightly ahead of us on our right..i guess the addict felt he could get more by harassing tourists so he adjusted his bearings and headed straight for the mat salleh guy calling &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hey, brother!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..they were also quite quick to react, the lady had made a wide detour and the guy took it upon himself to fend the guy off casually..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were all very very lucky that the creepy guy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(maybe feeling a little threatened somehow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; probably doubted himself and decided to walk away..my mom, utterly freaked out, dragged me through under the fly-over and persisted we should just call a cab back home as soon as we're done at PAM..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was my KL adventure for today..although dramatic and tiring, at least we got a lot done..KL is quite a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;circus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when it comes down to it..but within this circus, there's so many wonderful things hiding behind its old walls and bustling vehicles..i love it so much, and i hate it at times too..a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;love-hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; relationship; so extremely &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;addictive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-7195624852194641162?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/7195624852194641162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-streets-of-kl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7195624852194641162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/7195624852194641162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-streets-of-kl.html' title='On the Streets of KL'/><author><name>Alia Razali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16196421590391614837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZmJVw-I7bg/S3A7aX6Bv5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/G8jkGeHZivc/S220/Blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514565991810478175.post-6781727404393362619</id><published>2009-06-14T22:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:54:03.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready for the Next Chapter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must admit, i'm no modern disney supporter..all these "hannah montana, camp rock and high school musical-s" are driving me crazy..i have reasons to believe that they poison the minds of todays youth..yup yup yup..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but recently, i've become a victim of this disaster..as much as i want to deny it..i am a fan of a greatly inspiring song &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(dammit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the end of these 4 years of utter slogging, there's much to complain and go on about..there were many &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;lessons&lt;/span&gt;, many &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;realizations&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sadly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; many &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;disappointments&lt;/span&gt;..it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that damned hard alright..now, emotionally, physically and socially battered, a song sings my exact feelings on the radio..and i just can't help but sing-a-long..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i can almost see it, that dream i'm dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;but there's a voice inside my head saying you'll never reach it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;every step i'm taking, every move i make feels lost with no direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;my faith is shaking but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i, i have to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;got to keep my head held high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;there's always gonna be another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sometimes i'm gonna have to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;it's not about how fast i get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;not about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;it's the climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;the struggles i faced, the chances i take,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sometimes had knocked me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;but no, i'm not breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i may not like it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;but these are the moments i'm going to remember most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i must keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and i, i have to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;just keep pushing on, cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;there's always gonna be another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sometimes i'm gonna have to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;it's not about how fast i get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;not about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;it's the climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;so climb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's right, these are lyrics to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The Climb by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..but i altered it a little to exaggerate my emotional connection..hahaha!..but personally, i think it's a really good song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514565991810478175-6781727404393362619?l=aliarazali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/feeds/6781727404393362619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliarazali.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-admit-im-no-modern-disney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514565991810478175/posts/default/6781727404393362619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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