<?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-8209165481450645903</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:39:10.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saj Alizaini.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-3835565541217743953</id><published>2010-05-20T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:11:39.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>note.</title><content type='html'>saj tak guna blog ni dah. blog ni dah mati. follow me at SAJRAHADILAH.BLOGSPOT.COM. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-3835565541217743953?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3835565541217743953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3835565541217743953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/05/note.html' title='note.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-1128989438035337212</id><published>2010-03-21T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:33:36.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont care</title><content type='html'>hey dude, tapayah sibuk jaga tepi kain org ok ? haha i dont need that. jaga je gf sendiri and tapayah sibuk nak ckp mcm mcm pasal saya ok ? sbb saya tak kesah pun awak nak buat apa dgn gf awak. so just back off and cukup cukup lah kutuk aku dari dulu. dont make me confront u because im sick of it. and jgn fikir kau bagus sgt. sbb kau tak pun and ramai je tak puas hati ngn kau. ok ? so biar aku hidup dgn tenang tanpa org kutuk belakang macam kau ok ! chow bro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-1128989438035337212?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1128989438035337212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1128989438035337212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-care.html' title='i dont care'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-8967654839333557643</id><published>2010-03-21T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:29:42.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this is nothing actually. but i just want to share some moment with the readers. i was too bored today. so saja lah click sana click sini kat FB. so ttbe terasa nak tgk this guy punya FB (kwn nas). about me dia best, dia tulis dia dah tak smoke. pastu of course lah tgk gambar kan. then i click at this 1 album. tekan lah next next next, i jumpa 3 gambar nas. i tak taw knp but at the moment i saw his picture, rasa macam ' aww this is him time dulu dulu ? :) ' macam excited. and i tersenyum sangat sangat. pastu tgk dekat dekat macam tak percaya tu dia. but i like this 1 picture. lompat ramai ramai. he with his hair yang i kenal time mula mula. tapi ni time july 2008 kot. entah. huhu. tapi 1 thing yang i terfikir time tu, we dont know each other time tu. so fate bring us together kan. if time tu July, kteorg tak taw pun dalam masa 5 or 4 months lagi saj akan jumpa nas and nas akan jumpa saj. kita tak taw apa yang ada untuk kita. tak sangka pun ada. ye lah, kalau kita tgk gambar gambar lama, mesti ada igt something whether it is sad or happy. tu lah. it just came up on my mind. dah takdir saj akan jumpa dengan nas. nak buat macam mana. saj pun time mula mula dulu suka je kot kenal ngn mamat ni. bila igt balik, that memory can really make me smile. macam org gila. u know, it is one of our sweet memories. and ttbe i wish i can turn back time to the time where i suprised him at UTP. i dont know why, but i miss that moment. and saj rindu tgk dia pakai the S necklace. huhu. fuhh. i just hope our long distance relationship will work and if it doesnt, then err.. tah. hehe. so the conclusion is, we just have to believe in our fate. i dont know whats gonna happen tmrw and the day after tmrw. or the next 1 or 2 months. i just have to face it like the way i accept my fate by knowing Nasrul Zukri :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6YVAViNleI/AAAAAAAAA98/OBk-4kLuSGI/s1600-h/n1162746448_30194936_1666.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6YVAViNleI/AAAAAAAAA98/OBk-4kLuSGI/s1600-h/n1162746448_30194936_1666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6YVAViNleI/AAAAAAAAA98/OBk-4kLuSGI/s200/n1162746448_30194936_1666.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451067494503388642" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8209165481450645903-8967654839333557643?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8967654839333557643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8967654839333557643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/03/fate.html' title='Fate.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6YVAViNleI/AAAAAAAAA98/OBk-4kLuSGI/s72-c/n1162746448_30194936_1666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-8626428271859400095</id><published>2010-03-20T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:46:32.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13</title><content type='html'>haha Raqib main bola jersey 13. Nasrul pun Jersey 13. Sama lah kita kaklong. hahahhaha gila coincidence. ouh ouh. Raqib ni dah jumpa nenek. haha my nenek is so funny lah. gelak gelak pulak ngn raqib. haha suka nampak ? aww. even my da pun bg good feedback :)&lt;div&gt;I am happy for u kakak !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-8626428271859400095?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8626428271859400095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8626428271859400095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/03/13.html' title='13'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-7402343330829690725</id><published>2010-03-20T20:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:51:30.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modul Part 4</title><content type='html'>Fucking tired but fun, kot. bangun pukul 7 am, then off to Dewan and start the game. jalan masuk hutan for 6 KM okay !! naik bukit, turun bukit, licin lagi, nyamuk lagi and gatalll ! game semua ok tapi penat lah nak jalan. haa. and i fify and ayu have to be the model for the group. ni one of the task given. so nak tak nak kena buat. then dan habis, kuar hutan. pergi dewan main jigsaw puzzle pulak, oh no ! penat lahhhhh. 12.30 off to bilik, rest and 2.30 should be in the dewan again dengar ceramah. thanks to yin yang asyik menjerit kat telinga i whenever i dah tdo. grr. then lepas tu ada sesi rumusan and then balik tido. goodnight people ! tapi saj dah bgn pun. haha. kejap je tdo. and kaki pedih, melecet. sakit sgt :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6TDenuAqCI/AAAAAAAAA90/j_GxGPrU6cc/s200/DSC01387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6TDeFB0cWI/AAAAAAAAA9s/hw238Kiwxy0/s200/DSC01390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* pastu ada orang puji kita, kita dah makin cantik. aww ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-7402343330829690725?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7402343330829690725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7402343330829690725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/03/modul-part-4.html' title='Modul Part 4'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6TDenuAqCI/AAAAAAAAA90/j_GxGPrU6cc/s72-c/DSC01387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-6250863525912086705</id><published>2010-03-20T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T01:16:04.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if i die now ?</title><content type='html'>aih. banyak kerja okay. tomorrow i have modul part 4. pastu next week kena prepare for interview and also kena prepare my resume. kena study about the company yang i pilih. then kena kasut bertutup pulak. thank you miss S. then kena prepare montaj for dinner. Nadiia's dinner is next friday. interview pun friday. the day after dinner, ada test EcoMal. and on 30 of March, test Law pulak. oh lupa, ada Quiz jugak on thursday. kena hantar assignment about financial problem in greece lagi. argh. boleh gila taw. then dgr dgr next sem part 5 and 6 tak kan dapat duduk kolej. WTH ? matilah mcm tu. duit sewa lagi. ahh lagi pening kepala. dah la lama tak dapat balik. grr&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 march (saturday) - Module&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25 march (thursday) - Quiz MKT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26 march (friday) - Interview &amp;amp; Dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27 march (saturday) - Test 2 economy malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 march (tuesday) - test 2 Law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 april (thursday) - hantar assignment greece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 april (friday) - test 2 MKT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 april (thursday) - test 2 FIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mungkin 8 april saya pulang ke KL. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-6250863525912086705?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6250863525912086705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6250863525912086705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-if-i-die-now.html' title='What if i die now ?'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-3959249001700297130</id><published>2010-03-20T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:22:42.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the truth is out, I am hurt.</title><content type='html'>this week has been a really tough week for me. i need my mom, my family. but i am far away from them. im confused. what am i supposed to do. but hey, even if im hurt by ur words, i did try to be okay. i kecik hati. i cuba nak lupakan. but i just cant get over it. im sorry. i really need to choose. i've been thinking lately and i hope i can make both of us happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-3959249001700297130?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3959249001700297130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3959249001700297130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-truth-is-out-i-am-hurt.html' title='When the truth is out, I am hurt.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-8149773340093781712</id><published>2010-03-19T21:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:04:03.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss u Mr. Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ouh, im sorry. lama sangat tak update, malas and busy lah. hehe. so skrg, try rajinkan diri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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="color:#FF6600;"&gt;OPKIM, 26 - 28 Feb 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&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:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6OFNanhQ9I/AAAAAAAAA7M/tJJDEOWzKBQ/s200/IMG_1780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6OFNzC6g6I/AAAAAAAAA7U/yqgF6pg-GsY/s200/IMG_1785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ni pergi Tiram Indah Village kat JB. so we stay there for 3 days n 2 nights. kiteorg bertolak dalam pukul 3 pm jugak lah. haha. it was fun. at first, i thought maybe bosan sbb exco baru n tak bertegur with each other kan. then kat OPKIM tu, buat kteorg kenal more about each other. they are not that bad as i expected. sorry, no offence. okay lah, dalam bus on the way nak pergi, i ddk blakang skali. semua salah fara ! haha. pening org. nak tido pun susa. haa. pastu panas. ya allah, mmg rasa nak terjun bas je. ahaha. then berhenti jap, beli air. then baru comfortable. dah sampai around 7 kot. then, siap siap for dinner. lapar ! aha. then start lah preparation for the next morning :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6OWd1_ueWI/AAAAAAAAA7c/jLVaukmUbAg/s200/IMG_1993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6OWeSOMzxI/AAAAAAAAA7k/wbAqx3yXz6c/s200/IMG_2016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6OWeiqYw-I/AAAAAAAAA7s/Ya1V17aDB6U/s200/IMG_2010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;syufri yang baju kuning tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6OWfD9cY-I/AAAAAAAAA70/9uHZBwOOgi8/s200/IMG_2133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next morning, budak budak tu sampai. 'semua kena senyum' kata mira. aha. then bila dorg turun bus, ada lah i target yang comel comel. haha. they are okay. but degil. haha. semangat ada, suka menyanyi pulak tuhh. and i get my group. budak budak tu tanya, akak, apa nama penuh akak ? haha bila saj bgtaw semua tercengang. haha ada yg hyper. ada yang senyap. but most of the time budak budak tu kena mara. degil sgt. but i miss that little boy named syufri. dia budak paling kecik in my group. so bila tgk dia, mcm kesian. i pay more attention to him. aha. ada this one moment, tgh main game he came to me 'akak, saya nak kencing' haha. thats cute. patu dah habis game, bwk lah dia pergi toilet. haha. saya kakak Fasi yang baik tapi garang. ahahaha. dah habis all activities, malam tido lah. tapi kipas dia, uish. romantic sgt. speed 5 pun mcm speed 1. damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esok pagi, nak balik dah. bgn awal pagi, ada senaman bagai. lompat lompat pastu siap siap cantik cantik for majlis penutup. masa masuk dewan, ada budak kecik datang kat saj. anak cikgu mungkin. ajak pegang tangan jalan jalan. maybe 2 tahun kot. pastu budak budak tu semua tanya, akak ni anak akak ke ? haha bongok ! saya still single. not married yet. bila nak balik, sedih pulak. ada budak menangis kot. haha. then dah habis semua, naik bus tidoooo ! haha. sedih la bila nak balik. exco pun mcm tak nak balik segamat. kalau balik, banyak kerja. haha. but it was really fun. i hope we can do it again xp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s : saj nak upload gambar tido. jangan mara haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6OWfqQy6HI/AAAAAAAAA78/vfbkfjYqUiw/s200/P1010648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6OZioEx_RI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Kovyg4h0JG4/s200/IMG_1634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6OZiHtqtWI/AAAAAAAAA8c/VyXtQqQmAIo/s200/IMG_1633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6OZhq-KzSI/AAAAAAAAA8U/iy6IXTH3yR0/s200/IMG_1627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6OZhTcpMuI/AAAAAAAAA8M/GWzOL1FFwM8/s200/IMG_1631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6OZg8cnmyI/AAAAAAAAA8E/x0iRtTkIzJM/s200/IMG_1457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;First week of March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ada quiz, test lagi and test lagi -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*btw, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SRI IZYAN HILMI.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jangan nak malu lah awak tu dah 20. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss time kita dulu dulu and i love you ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Second week of March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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="color:#006600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO EZLINA &amp;amp; SYED KHALED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s : jangan sombong eh kaled -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*balik balik, yeay ! i miss home. tapi bila balik, mak pergi Lumut pulak. Holiday. so sorang sorang lah kat rumah :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third week of March&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Nasrul's Mommy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;* kena siapkan video marketing. here are some pictures. gedik !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6Oe33fGJcI/AAAAAAAAA9U/GBvdMlY_rvs/s200/DSC00952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6Oe4T90m-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/XVtQ6-DQtNU/s200/DSC00953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6Oe4--ZdWI/AAAAAAAAA9k/wABlkSHGp-A/s200/DSC00955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;*ada mock meeting. mcm meeting in a company. i as the Sales Manager. Here are some pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6Oa3zeuoQI/AAAAAAAAA8s/FdnX_8uyjxg/s200/DSC05819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6Oa4SUw7KI/AAAAAAAAA80/HRkIj5T23j4/s200/DSC05823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6Oa4uaUmyI/AAAAAAAAA88/46VNWjQFXk8/s200/DSC05822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6Oa5MmzVII/AAAAAAAAA9E/aS2g4knaM2M/s200/DSC05834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6Oa5YbycQI/AAAAAAAAA9M/0mUVxU4ZgNs/s200/DSC05841.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s : more pictures to come. Ada lagi from Yin and the others. Check it out at Facebook or here, maybe. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-8149773340093781712?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8149773340093781712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8149773340093781712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-u-mr-blogger.html' title='I miss u Mr. Blogger'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S6OFNanhQ9I/AAAAAAAAA7M/tJJDEOWzKBQ/s72-c/IMG_1780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-4484441691785158072</id><published>2010-02-25T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:03:10.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nak balik :(</title><content type='html'>esok cuti. tapi saj kat segamat tak bole balik. sebab kena pergi OPKIM. kalau lah takda OPKIM, dah lama saj ajak nas balik. haha. lately ni, things are great between me and nasrul. Alhamdulillah. i miss him. and guess what, tadi dalam class ada spontan punya oral presentation. 10 % okay. tak prepare apa apa, saj pun bantai. cakap cakap cakap, and i end my presentation by saying 'and his name is Nasrul Zukri.' haha. gila berani aku en. cerita pasal nasrul kat class and depan lecturer lagi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think i got to go. a lot of things i have to do tonight. nak packing barang for OPKIM, gosok baju, cuci baju, kemas bilik and try to finish up my assignments. now nak mandi, so later people. i will update it after i balik from JB. love u guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I love u, Nas &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-4484441691785158072?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/4484441691785158072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/4484441691785158072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/nak-balik.html' title='nak balik :('/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-5068653898222964674</id><published>2010-02-25T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:54:39.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kursus perkahwinan.</title><content type='html'>haha tajuk dia ada pelik kan? tah, tiba tiba dengar announcement pasal uitm ada buat kursus perkahwinan. haha klaka. but actually bagus ok. seriously. ni bukan gatal nak kahwin punya pasal. kalau saj boleh, saj pergi. sebab org kata kan, sekarang kursus kahwin dah mahal. haa. boleh mencapai ratus. tapi kat uitm rm 80 shj. then org kata lagi, lps ni kursus kahwin mungkin lama. a week maybe. ish, tak best. macam khemah ibadat. haha. pastu ada test. haa. ni atleast 2 hari dgr ceramah je. haa. tapi kalau pergi sorang bosan la. but make sure bila pergi kursus tu, sijil dia valid berapa ramai lah. ok? haha. saje nak bagi info. toodles :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-5068653898222964674?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5068653898222964674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5068653898222964674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/kursus-perkahwinan.html' title='kursus perkahwinan.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-6697032425934618521</id><published>2010-02-25T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:48:15.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;kat uitm ada seminar &lt;em&gt;'bolehkan lelaki berjaya tanpa wanita?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha, korang rasa boleh ke tak? i think, takbole :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they need us, right girls? ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-6697032425934618521?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6697032425934618521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6697032425934618521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-1307264828779381358</id><published>2010-02-25T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:41:01.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapayah lah cik adik oi.</title><content type='html'>haha ok. i tulis ni sekadar nak bercerita. takda niat nak sakitkan hati sesiapa. tadi bila balik from class, sumpah lapar. nak beli mknn. so i berselisih dgn ada lah budak budak ni. masalah nya, yang klaka tu, nak pergi KO pun, nak pakai eyeliner eh? haha awak nak ngorat abg komander ke? relaxlah adik adik. ni uitm segamat. bukan limkokwing pun. hahaha, lawak lah korang nii. saj ni dah nak dkt 2 tahun kat sini takda lah gelabah mcm korg. relax je muka pucat, muka br bgn pergi class and selekeh. hah yeah ! selekeh. saj kat sini selekeh, takda reputation pun tak kesa oh. segamat kott. haa. kalau nak make up or lawa lawa pun bertempat lah. haha. awak tu bukan diva :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau kat KL saya sangat faham. saya pun begitu di KL. kena jaga image lah. tapi bila kat segamat. tah. i am so speechless, haha. its okay, budak budak lagi. learn okay? toodles :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-1307264828779381358?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1307264828779381358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1307264828779381358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/tapayah-lah-cik-adik-oi.html' title='Tapayah lah cik adik oi.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-2676952952677726286</id><published>2010-02-25T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:29:09.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nissa Jamal is the 'best'.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S4ZetHL4TJI/AAAAAAAAA7E/oNNHQ0bSfsg/s1600-h/Picture+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442141328839822482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S4ZetHL4TJI/AAAAAAAAA7E/oNNHQ0bSfsg/s200/Picture+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nissa suro tulis. ok, bye :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s : kteorg potong rambut sama, serious kebetulan. bukan tiru.&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/8209165481450645903-2676952952677726286?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2676952952677726286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2676952952677726286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/nissa-jamal-is-best.html' title='Nissa Jamal is the &apos;best&apos;.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S4ZetHL4TJI/AAAAAAAAA7E/oNNHQ0bSfsg/s72-c/Picture+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-2436166950469044042</id><published>2010-02-25T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:26:09.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We girls need some privacy. duhh !</title><content type='html'>kami ni tinggal di kolej perempuan. kat uitm, kolej tu blok tmpt tinggal la. tapi masalahnya, hari hari balik class mesti nampak lelaki dalam blok perempuan ni. so rasa bila nak buat perangai tak senonoh tu, tak selesa lah. kami faham jika lelaki itu ada di kolej untuk buat kerja tapi rasa tak selasa. jika kami nak pergi toilet memakai boxer shj, mestilah takbole. malu, dan juga takot dirogol. haha. sekarang kan musim panas, jadi warga kolej ni mesti lah standard nak pakai bj pun mcm taknak pakai. haha. ada yang berboxer dan tshirt. tapi disebabkan ada lelaki, kami terpaksa berpakaian sopan di musim yang sangat panas ni. jadi, tolong lah yea. panas ok, panas. ni balik balik nampak lelaki, pastu yang lelaki pulak pandang pandang. siapa tak takot? adoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hari tu, before cuti uitm ada bagi notice cakap nanti time cuti ada org nak tuka langsir. so simpan brg berharga dalam almari. i dah simpan n siap kunci semua. tinggal kan duit syiling je dalam drawer. pastu balik segamat balik, tengok langsir dah cantik. tapi bukak je drawer, berterabur. mcm kena curi. celaka punya org. duit syiling pun nak curi. bodoh !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-2436166950469044042?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2436166950469044042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2436166950469044042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-girls-need-some-privacy-duhh.html' title='We girls need some privacy. duhh !'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-2583262829405667517</id><published>2010-02-25T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:08:09.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>penat :(</title><content type='html'>too much assignment lah. haish. bole buat list. busy banyak kerja and test. yeah, thank you UITM. u know i 'love' u so much -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Malaysian Economy - write about financial problem in Greece.&lt;br /&gt;2. Business Communication - individual report writing &amp;amp; group report writing.&lt;br /&gt;3. Marketing - do video and proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finance - next monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 3 march - Finance&lt;br /&gt;2. 6 march - Malaysian Economy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : sumpah tak senang duduk, penat :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-2583262829405667517?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2583262829405667517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2583262829405667517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/penat.html' title='penat :('/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-5842681559349803931</id><published>2010-02-25T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:56:15.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY KAK UBAI !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S4ZVWKbPPsI/AAAAAAAAA68/H4LpthII8vA/s1600-h/220220102268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442131038967905986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S4ZVWKbPPsI/AAAAAAAAA68/H4LpthII8vA/s200/220220102268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*she's wearing that yellow cardigan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she always look great in her own way and happy birthday. enjoy being 21. haha. and not to forget, i love u. u have been such a great kakak to me. thank you so much. my present to u, lagu gee. since u like it so much kann ? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;p/s : balik cepat, nanti kita dance gee and nyanyi gee sama sama lagi :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-5842681559349803931?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5842681559349803931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5842681559349803931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday :)'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S4ZVWKbPPsI/AAAAAAAAA68/H4LpthII8vA/s72-c/220220102268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-833079841686871222</id><published>2010-02-20T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:53:03.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it can make u sad.</title><content type='html'>from hu ha hu ha happy happy, korang boleh sedih baca cerita ni. but not to forget, PLAY THE SOUNDTRACK TOGETHER :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the link :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://zackzukhairi.blogspot.com/2010/01/saya-sayang-awak.html&lt;br /&gt;http://zackzukhairi.blogspot.com/2010/02/berilah-saya-peluang.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : u guys boleh click kat mana mana cerita lagi. serious best. i makes me want to say i love u to my loved ones more often, sbb i takot i tak sempat cakap. who knows i might die tmrw? hm. enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-833079841686871222?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/833079841686871222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/833079841686871222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-can-make-u-sad.html' title='it can make u sad.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-447662963024312746</id><published>2010-02-20T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:43:53.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart to heart.</title><content type='html'>sometimes i dont even know what is wrong with me. never satisfy with what i had. maybe i suka if people do something for me. maybe i suka if org buat something that can touch my heart. but sometimes what we hoped for, we will never get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i rasa macam nak delete facebook. sebab kadang kadang facebook buat i mara, buat i jealous and paling benci, buat gado. saj tak kesa if closed facebook sebab tak nak gado ngn nas dah. but i dont think nas is ready to do that. frankly speaking, saj jealous if tengok bf org letak gambar ngn gf as profile picture, upload gambar gf dia, put in one album, tag his gf and write status about his gf. sebab tu saj nak elak kan fb sekarang. tapi bila pk saj tak tengok fb, nas pulak main. tah, sakit otak pk. lagi pun, saj nak elak kan sebab nanti takda saj rasa jealous or sedih. so nanti boleh lah happy je. but u know, sometimes some things we dont have to tell people. im just hoping for the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cut my hair. fringe. at first, it looks weird. but after 2 days, i think i like it. haha. i like it so much when i woke up in the morning. i look like a blurry kid, messy hair with cute little fringe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some bf do really love their gf right? i believe my bf does love me. but sometimes, im confused. he used to be the sweetest guy i ever known. but now he always call me 'u' only instead of 'syg'. he rarely say 'i miss you'. im wondering, did he miss me? what if he dont? what does it means? i dont know. im too scared to think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like its always me who keep on running to u. i never see u worried of losing me. is it true? that im the only one who need u? convince me, make me believe, i really need that :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-447662963024312746?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/447662963024312746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/447662963024312746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/heart-to-heart.html' title='heart to heart.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-5325844842700239959</id><published>2010-02-14T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T02:51:49.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S3b0UrliMYI/AAAAAAAAA60/lnQ9tzGFowA/s1600-h/SAJRAH-BANNER+-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 92px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S3b0UrliMYI/AAAAAAAAA60/lnQ9tzGFowA/s200/SAJRAH-BANNER+-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437802236231168386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha bangga sebab design banner for OPKIM lawa :)&lt;br /&gt;penat but sangat puas hati hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya baru tiba di Kuala Lumpur. Nak spend time dengan Nasrul.&lt;br /&gt;Rindu ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night.&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/8209165481450645903-5325844842700239959?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5325844842700239959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5325844842700239959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/banner.html' title='Banner.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S3b0UrliMYI/AAAAAAAAA60/lnQ9tzGFowA/s72-c/SAJRAH-BANNER+-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-3488481046460523711</id><published>2010-02-09T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T02:49:21.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying to forget.</title><content type='html'>and after this, just pretend that we are okay like we used to. if u think u dont wanna talk to me again, its up to u. after all, i dont have any credit. so even if i wanna talk to u, i cant :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if i still didnt change, im sorry if im still the old sajrah, im sorry if im still being a kid, im sorry if im still being unmatured, im sorry if i still being the pain in the ass, im sorry if im still being the annoying sajrah, im sorry if i didnt understand u and im sorry if i make it hard for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take your time if u need it. what is going on with us, i dont even know. and i know. u will say that 'i takda apa apa tak puas hati pun dgn u, u je'. its okay, im still a kid. mara tak bersebab, im not a grown up like u. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-3488481046460523711?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3488481046460523711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3488481046460523711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/lying-to-forget.html' title='Lying to forget.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-7474795690747685062</id><published>2010-02-09T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T02:28:35.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S3BWKytMV9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/m89-tVi5N64/s1600-h/85a45d8fe41898d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S3BWKytMV9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/m89-tVi5N64/s200/85a45d8fe41898d6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435939493646194642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you just listen and please don't say a word, just yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd like you to think back to the very first time we met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How you felt around me? The memories we shared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And just remember that once upon a time, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really cared&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now think about how we parted, and how much I cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But please don't speak, remember that I never ever lied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That I told you the honest truth about why we were to split,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But now I'd like you to know that my heart &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;broke bit by bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The pain was deep, unbearable and painful, for a year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll never forget all the sadness, all the uncontrollable tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Slowly I am rebuilding myself, I am content with what I've got,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And although it is hard I am beginning to forget what I have not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You were a special part of my life that I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never forget&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A part of my life that broke my heart, but that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't regret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You gave me some happy memories that I'll keep in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Although sometimes I wish that you and I didn't have to be this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You were my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true love&lt;/span&gt;, that will always be so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After all of the heartache, sadness and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never ending pain&lt;/span&gt;, I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You and I had something special and that will never change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; and loving someone else will always seem strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you just listen and please don't say a word, not ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd like you to remember that once upon a time, we said forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That I had hopes and dreams for us :(&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/8209165481450645903-7474795690747685062?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7474795690747685062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7474795690747685062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-you-just-listen-and-please-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S3BWKytMV9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/m89-tVi5N64/s72-c/85a45d8fe41898d6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-3785831610994489864</id><published>2010-02-09T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T02:05:08.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is pain.</title><content type='html'>i dont know whether the title up there has any connection with the thing im gonna write. but people, u can say anything u want okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things has make us apart. dont u think so? why am i not feeling happy? i used to be happy with u, but now its different. i only feel dissapointment in my heart. u called, i talk. trying to forget about the stress about my test tomorrow. but why am i feeling this? a feeling that make me feel uncomfortable. i miss u, i wanna talk more. i asked, do u have anything else to do? u answered, no. but why do u need to hung up? i know, its my fault for not having the money to top-up. its been a week, right? sorry for troubling u to called me using your phone. but, if u know me, u know i will top-up if i have the money. frankly speaking, i really miss you. and i need u here. i miss to be happy with u but i cant. i really miss to laugh with u, hear your stupid jokes, making faces, everything! i wanna be okay, but i cant. u know the reason why. u will be back to KL this thursday, meeting your friends on thursday and friday nights, saturday and sunday will be a time with your family, and again, monday is the day to hang with your friends, tuesday u will be back again to UTP. As for our plan, its gone. yeah, its been 3 weeks we didnt see each other, planning to meet up and have fun this CNY. but again, 'kita hanya merancang, ALLAH yang tentukan'. so 3 weeks, plus 1 week for CNY, plus 2 or 3 or 4 weeks then baru jumpa. insyaallah. so kira 2 months tak jumpa, hehehe. Sumpah seronok!! its okay, if i cakap that i terasa because of the phone calls, mesti u cakap 'nanti bill naik' and 'ish, u ni kenapa nak mara?' haa so takpa, let me keep it to myself okay ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasa dah lama sangat i tak borak with u. never get enough of u. sorry lah if tak top-up. tu i cakap, we have alot of differences. your life, your status, lifestyle and i guess u deserve better. i tak taw lah. serious tak taw. whats gonna happen, itu pun i tak taw. heh. its hurt u know when we miss someone but things doesnt work out. and 1 lagi, kenapa i tak boleh berharap kat u? i mean, if i ask u do something, kenapa takbole? buat lah. kalau i mintak tolong ke, apa ke. heh. i tak taw whether u tak faham perempuan or i am the one yang terlalu complicated. i am sorry if i being a jerk here. sorry if u tak suka. sorry if u pk i ni apa. i dont know what is wrong with me. everything seems wrong to me. but, if u started to hate me and think u cant be with me like u feel it before, then u know what to do and how to end it. u have done it before, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-3785831610994489864?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3785831610994489864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3785831610994489864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-pain.html' title='Love is pain.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-6837729860338577882</id><published>2010-02-05T05:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:41:17.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tilu - Jantung Hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-479558e2d98b108f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D479558e2d98b108f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330112485%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51A59B92C4E68F95C336CEFF92C0BDCC7586FFD0.25C0E0EDE934FBF27485D03F917B136C189A67CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D479558e2d98b108f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN4PuBh10viPRhltp3g8e3k12-QA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D479558e2d98b108f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330112485%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51A59B92C4E68F95C336CEFF92C0BDCC7586FFD0.25C0E0EDE934FBF27485D03F917B136C189A67CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D479558e2d98b108f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN4PuBh10viPRhltp3g8e3k12-QA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-6837729860338577882?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6837729860338577882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6837729860338577882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/tilu-jantung-hati.html' title='Tilu - Jantung Hati'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-5301202943405921899</id><published>2010-02-05T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T02:20:19.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jantung Hati.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan ketika kau mulai menjauh,&lt;br /&gt;Dari mata dari hatiku,&lt;br /&gt;Terasa berat untuk melepas semua,&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan cinta,&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kerna kau tak percaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencintaimu,&lt;br /&gt;menyayangimu sepenuh hati,&lt;br /&gt;hanya satu cinta,&lt;br /&gt;tak perlu jauh kau cari,&lt;br /&gt;ku tak pernah bersembunyi,&lt;br /&gt;hanya satu cinta,&lt;br /&gt;tak pernah ku bagi bagi kerna kau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;jantung hatiku &amp;hearts;&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/8209165481450645903-5301202943405921899?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5301202943405921899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5301202943405921899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/jantung-hati.html' title='Jantung Hati.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-2596318086753680718</id><published>2010-02-05T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T01:12:20.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tak suka.</title><content type='html'>Saya tak suka segamat, sebab bosan. haha. serious nak balik !! ok dah two weeks kat sini, asyik tdo. bosan. next tuesday ada test Law, but 1 apa pun tak baca lagi. pemalas. then dah jadi exco, ada lah kerja sikit kena buat. harini dapat banyak assignment. LAW, ECO &amp;amp; MKT. but honestly i malas nak buat. hehe. then lately ni banyak sgt tgk super junior! haha Full House SuJu. tgk dorang belajar English, sumpah kelakar! especially Hee Chul. serious, if i bad mood tgk ni, mmg boleh gelak. and confirm mood ok. haha. Im looking forward for CNY. sebab cutilah kan. haha. and i dapat jumpa nas. kecewa sikit sebab dia cuti kejap jee. sangat tak best. tak taw lah nak cakap apa lagi. btw, BILA NAK PERGI GENTING? LANGKAWI? BALI? Answer me, ok? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night people ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-2596318086753680718?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2596318086753680718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2596318086753680718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/02/tak-suka.html' title='tak suka.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-7074443686153202566</id><published>2010-01-23T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T12:44:55.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>must watch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-89ec1493c1c531dc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D89ec1493c1c531dc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330112485%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60168D7452EE00DD4EEDF05EAFAECF2DE18D4ECF.2A494252C242D680BF1D99ABF55D2A4E55AC24DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D89ec1493c1c531dc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkLAuaO1n_jGiSmPGJWQ4Ngn8eyM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D89ec1493c1c531dc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330112485%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60168D7452EE00DD4EEDF05EAFAECF2DE18D4ECF.2A494252C242D680BF1D99ABF55D2A4E55AC24DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D89ec1493c1c531dc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkLAuaO1n_jGiSmPGJWQ4Ngn8eyM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this video, sumpah best! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'intimate note'&lt;/span&gt; haha. lawak weyy. sape yang suka jessica tuh, tgk lah. haha i really like yang pakai baju cheongsam merah tu. haha. 'hee-sica'. aha. dah suka dah kat super junior ni. habis lah. haha yang all the girls on stage tu, dorang lelaki, semua menyamar jadi perempuan. and dorg member of super junior jugak. haha and i like yang pakai baju merah tu the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy :p&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/8209165481450645903-7074443686153202566?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7074443686153202566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7074443686153202566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/01/must-watch.html' title='must watch!'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-2826902894398645707</id><published>2010-01-19T03:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T03:05:26.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S1SwqXQOSvI/AAAAAAAAA6k/1k-hCeckFes/s1600-h/IMG_6300-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S1SwqXQOSvI/AAAAAAAAA6k/1k-hCeckFes/s200/IMG_6300-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428157692731345650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S1Swp2HoazI/AAAAAAAAA6c/swD_Zw-nZBM/s1600-h/IMG_6223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S1Swp2HoazI/AAAAAAAAA6c/swD_Zw-nZBM/s200/IMG_6223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428157683836939058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MELAKA.&lt;br /&gt;nanti cerita.&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/8209165481450645903-2826902894398645707?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2826902894398645707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2826902894398645707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/01/melaka.html' title=''/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S1SwqXQOSvI/AAAAAAAAA6k/1k-hCeckFes/s72-c/IMG_6300-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-4922307129335114278</id><published>2010-01-19T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:34:50.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>less and less</title><content type='html'>i was okay for today, and i really cant wait for the night to come. because i thought i would have some talking stuff to do. well, i really like to tell what happen to me every single day. but i dont know. i didnt talk to anyone tonight. we didnt talk. we have 24 hours per day, but i think we only talk less than 30 minutes TODAY. wow! i dont have any money, im sure he knows that. and if i dont have any money, how am i supposed to topup? im out of credit my dear. i am so happy because he wrote something on my wall which is 'i miss you and bla bla'. but why is he doesnt show it? im confused. i really am. just now, my friend asked, are u with him now? why u are the only one who always wrote at his wall saying that i love u and i miss u? and why is ur status is single? i have no idea, cant really answer that question and im ashamed, as if like im the only one who keep on running to him. the issue is, makin hari makin kurang bercakap. even 1 hour pun tak sampai. im sorry, but i just feel that u didnt care. u dont even think about me right? hm. well, obviously i am sad because i miss him and it hurts. night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-4922307129335114278?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/4922307129335114278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/4922307129335114278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/01/less-and-less.html' title='less and less'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-933100843978446307</id><published>2010-01-16T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:59:28.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenapa?</title><content type='html'>kenapa? saya takbole terharu? bukan takbole. takda orang yang buat awak terharu. sedih. sebab dia tak pernah buat macam apa yang saya buat. entah. kadang kadang saya juga curiga. tapi saya tidak boleh menyatakan hasrat sebenar saya. sakit hati? lagi bagus kalau dipendam. kadang kadang, saya nak juga merasa macam orang lain, seronok, dilayan dan dihargai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-933100843978446307?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/933100843978446307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/933100843978446307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/01/kenapa.html' title='kenapa?'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-3969614674307910067</id><published>2010-01-12T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:51:14.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasrul Zukri is now 20 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S0tZQ7SodeI/AAAAAAAAA58/8d9gpD9VW80/s1600-h/DSC05681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S0tZQ7SodeI/AAAAAAAAA58/8d9gpD9VW80/s200/DSC05681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425528323426514402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HAPPY 'TWENTEEN' BIRTHDAY ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;u are old now tonggek, so act like orang tua okay? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;im still young, budak sekolah kot. haha by the way, Goodluck in your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;studies. jangan lah main main dah. then slow slow stop smoking. cuba realisasikan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;impian last kotak rokok tuh. be a good boy! but i know u are. enjoy the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WATCH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt; BLANKET. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;haha. kira i macam bagi u warmness lah kan? haha i hope u like that blanket since the blanket macam bulu bulu kan? hee.and lastly,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; here goes the story ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sabtu tuh, dalam pukul 1 lebih kot, text usher about tonight. then usher cakap nak baling tepung, i pulak cakap takda hal, i beli kek. yang lain korang settle. but kat mana? haha. dua dua dah pening. that evening, i pergi beli kek and off to Tanjung to met usher. so kat sana ada usher, wan, nuar, and acap. i passed the cake sebab nanti nas amek i, so tak kan nak angkut kek yang besar tuh. bincang bincang pasal tempat malam ni, so we decided to go to Puncak kat Bukit Setiawangsa tu. so dah pass semua, semua gerak. im off to opah's hse to siap siap semua. then pukul 9 kot, nas amek. so gerak lah, i cakap 'kita pergi NZ lah', sebab senang nanti nak pergi Setiawangsa. so i act normal, tanya tak lepak ngn kawan kawan dia ke? and his friends pun tipu dia gak. cun! haha. sampai NZ tah knp, Nas ttbe tak sihat. pastu about 11pm camtu, i ajak dia pergi sana. banyak hal oh mamat ni, ada guard lah, police lah. i dah macam stress. call usher, so from there, usher handle. then usher berlakon bagai, bring him up to the puncak and he was like, 'eh, semua kat sini?'. wan tah kenapa, panjat atas kete honda nas. haha. then dorang semua wish nas happy birthday, pastu hah! amek kau, putih muka nas. hahaha. kena tepung semua. semua lah baling kat dia, serious oh, haha, penuh tepung. then kete pun kene gak. haha. rambut nas hebat. not only nas yang kena, ramai kot. then bila semua dah puas hati baling tepung kat nas, semua back off. bukak baju semua, ye la, kotor kan. haha. i berdiri je kat tepi, tengok dorang baling. but dapat lah 1 shot baling kat nas. pastu i igt nas pandang kawan dia and datang kat dia (which is infront of me), but actually he is coming for me. i lari, dia kejar and dapat! habis my sweater, putih kena tepung haa!&lt;br /&gt; then, its time for the cakeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S0tZQZjiSsI/AAAAAAAAA5s/xgxVxiKuUo8/s1600-h/DSC05678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S0tZQZjiSsI/AAAAAAAAA5s/xgxVxiKuUo8/s200/DSC05678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425528314370607810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S0tZQi1sd8I/AAAAAAAAA50/j-tr4TLlHBs/s1600-h/DSC05680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S0tZQi1sd8I/AAAAAAAAA50/j-tr4TLlHBs/s200/DSC05680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425528316862691266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sing a birthday song for him, and a kiss from me. ahah. then makan makan, muka nas like blur. tadi kena tepung, now cake? haha. but i am glad. atleast he is happy on his birthday. after he finished the cake, i give him his present. i mean first present, which is a watch. i bought it at Fossil. i know it sounds crazy because the price is like so mahal, but i think its worth it. i love him. and plus, he is 20 now. so okay lah kan dapat jam. and again, dia tercengang. terharu maybe. haha. then lepak lepak situ jap, and semua balik. but kereta honda penuh ngn tepung! haha malu betul semua orang pandang. haha. but i think that night was fun, kan nas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S0tZQNOSiyI/AAAAAAAAA5k/0I89nplSEUw/s1600-h/DSC05677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S0tZQNOSiyI/AAAAAAAAA5k/0I89nplSEUw/s200/DSC05677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425528311060269858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the next day which is 10th of January, pergi OU. im starving, so do nas. so masuk Johnny's and makan steamboat! yeay! haha. makan makan macam orang gila. lapar sangat kot. haha gelojoh betul. then we both tengok cite 'carrier' kot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S0tZpJkZZaI/AAAAAAAAA6M/QsTxIL-1wDY/s1600-h/DSC05683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S0tZpJkZZaI/AAAAAAAAA6M/QsTxIL-1wDY/s200/DSC05683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425528739575981474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S0tZRL-8CJI/AAAAAAAAA6E/ExIBn3qBeJk/s1600-h/DSC05682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S0tZRL-8CJI/AAAAAAAAA6E/ExIBn3qBeJk/s200/DSC05682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425528327907313810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bosan. so jalan jalan and gerak NZ. minum, makan and shisha. and we both watch anugerah juara lagu together. ahaha. gila ah. nak balik tu, i give him the blanket that i bought for him and a candy from sticky! haha. dia cakap dia suka blanket tuh tapi tah la kan. i know, macam banyak present dia dapat, but no big deal! its his 20th birthday kan? huhu. so saja bagi banyak surprise :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S0tZpYfMrcI/AAAAAAAAA6U/5XDc8Uq8RhA/s1600-h/DSC05684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S0tZpYfMrcI/AAAAAAAAA6U/5XDc8Uq8RhA/s200/DSC05684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425528743580708290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy 20th birthday, love you &amp;hearts;&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/8209165481450645903-3969614674307910067?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3969614674307910067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3969614674307910067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/01/nasrul-zukri-is-now-20.html' title='Nasrul Zukri is now 20 !'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/S0tZQ7SodeI/AAAAAAAAA58/8d9gpD9VW80/s72-c/DSC05681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-309477373155713756</id><published>2010-01-07T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:11:03.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>status.</title><content type='html'>kenapa status 'single' ? as i remember, i said YES to you. so i guess you are not single and same goes to me. but why single? i dont get it. pfft&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-309477373155713756?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/309477373155713756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/309477373155713756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/01/hellogoodbye.html' title='status.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-1311887771700999796</id><published>2010-01-02T02:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:33:45.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You the best thing I never knew I needed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz4_J0iybZI/AAAAAAAAA5U/z1BF98giQ_k/s1600-h/DSC_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz4_J0iybZI/AAAAAAAAA5U/z1BF98giQ_k/s200/DSC_0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421840439356583314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz4_KZhtaCI/AAAAAAAAA5c/gzfP26pUVPM/s1600-h/DSC_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz4_KZhtaCI/AAAAAAAAA5c/gzfP26pUVPM/s200/DSC_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421840449284171810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you &amp;hearts;&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/8209165481450645903-1311887771700999796?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1311887771700999796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1311887771700999796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-best-thing-i-never-knew-i-needed.html' title='You the best thing I never knew I needed.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz4_J0iybZI/AAAAAAAAA5U/z1BF98giQ_k/s72-c/DSC_0225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-2048065588728443448</id><published>2010-01-02T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:23:17.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz47RFYXtkI/AAAAAAAAA5M/uCNvp6VDfbY/s1600-h/hayat%27s+sister+wedding+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz47RFYXtkI/AAAAAAAAA5M/uCNvp6VDfbY/s200/hayat%27s+sister+wedding+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421836166088865346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am not supposed to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz47Q9RimuI/AAAAAAAAA5E/meAb4sck04w/s1600-h/hayat%27s+sister+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz47Q9RimuI/AAAAAAAAA5E/meAb4sck04w/s200/hayat%27s+sister+wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421836163912735458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hari ini kakak hayat kawen. haha. Nas amek i, off to wan's then semua tak siap lagi. mandi pun tak semua. then we both decided to go to Jusco taman maluri. nak withdraw money katanya. so pergi lah, lapar ni. beli tako tako. sedap kott! then sampai rumah wan baru sedar yang no plate depan kete nas dah takda. sorry, tak perasan tadi. hm. then off to the wedding and makan! hah! kenyang kot. nas suka air dia, tah apa air tu tapi seriously sedap. haha. then the guys smoke semua, amek amek gambar and bla. haha. thanks for inviting hayat! and nas have to go to PD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasrul : Im going back to segamat tomorrow, thanks for the days the u've spend with me. kita tak pernah pergi wedding together, so this is our first time. the last three days was the best! bukit tinggi lah, putrajaya lah (balik at 4 am) and now wedding? haha ok lah tu kan. I had fun fun fun! banyak new things yang kita buat. haha. i like! oh just wanna say that Im gonna miss you and i love you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-2048065588728443448?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2048065588728443448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2048065588728443448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/01/wedding.html' title='Wedding.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz47RFYXtkI/AAAAAAAAA5M/uCNvp6VDfbY/s72-c/hayat%27s+sister+wedding+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-8227033798461913777</id><published>2010-01-02T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:11:56.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year twenty ten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz44coFrZ5I/AAAAAAAAA48/S-PH2zYEtE8/s1600-h/new+year+2010+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz44coFrZ5I/AAAAAAAAA48/S-PH2zYEtE8/s200/new+year+2010+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833065849382802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz44cetYmuI/AAAAAAAAA40/PZo_xyTTEWY/s1600-h/new+year+2010+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz44cetYmuI/AAAAAAAAA40/PZo_xyTTEWY/s200/new+year+2010+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833063331568354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gee gee gee gee baby baby ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz44cJmfyaI/AAAAAAAAA4s/2YxjACEDaWc/s1600-h/new+year+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz44cJmfyaI/AAAAAAAAA4s/2YxjACEDaWc/s200/new+year+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833057665534370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its new year peopleeee! haha. shit, dah tua kott. okayy, firstly nas pick me up around 8 something. Then off to NZ. nak tunggu usher dan lain lain katanya. haha. then order shisha semua. lepak situ. usher and yang lain pun sampai. dorang tak taw nak pergi mana, smua macam pening dah. pastu dorg takda kerja, suka bahan org je. saj as usual, kalau lawak gelak. kalau tak, diam. haha. then they have decided nak pergi putrajaya beli ayam 5 set. jom! gerak lah. nas malas nak drive, so off to wan's and park his car there. tunggu pulak mirul sampai, nak pukul 12 dah tu. last last tengok fireworks kat rumah wan. then baru gerak to Putrajaya. jaoh kot -.-&lt;br /&gt;lapar juga, haa. tapi eventhough ada yang dah stress, bosan semua, i think its a very nice trip. ye la, 3 kereta pergi, jerit jerit bagai and paling best, tengok muka stress masing masing. haha. atlast sampai. makan ayam, pastu dorang boleh layan gee. terima kasih. yang paling excited sapa lagi, nasrul zukri. sumpah tak faham. tengok tersenyum senyum kot. hah! then i jadi the photographer for separa malam tu. haha. then off to kl balik, makan and balikkkkk :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasrul : Thanks sebab celebrate ngn i and eventhough kita banyak duduk dalam kereta bosan, but i had a great time with u. Thanks for the words that u say that make me smile and speechless. wait for me, love you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-8227033798461913777?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8227033798461913777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8227033798461913777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-twenty-ten.html' title='New year twenty ten!'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz44coFrZ5I/AAAAAAAAA48/S-PH2zYEtE8/s72-c/new+year+2010+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-2960744377611462180</id><published>2010-01-02T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:58:44.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukit Tinggi, Pahang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz43OIOfxUI/AAAAAAAAA4k/qr_3I7a17ZU/s1600-h/DSC_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz43OIOfxUI/AAAAAAAAA4k/qr_3I7a17ZU/s200/DSC_0337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421831717266638146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz43NwxOXWI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Htpx1C7tXfk/s1600-h/DSC_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz43NwxOXWI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Htpx1C7tXfk/s200/DSC_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421831710969847138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz43NUqhUvI/AAAAAAAAA4U/P-9_lr8mqtA/s1600-h/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz43NUqhUvI/AAAAAAAAA4U/P-9_lr8mqtA/s200/DSC_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421831703425536754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz43M5kxiVI/AAAAAAAAA4M/VEW8eInDPp0/s1600-h/DSC_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz43M5kxiVI/AAAAAAAAA4M/VEW8eInDPp0/s200/DSC_0162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421831696153676114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well this is a last minute trip. And actually malina nak celebrate 6th months annie dia dengan fazre. so i and nas join lah. haha. i bangun around 8 something and kejut semua org. if i tak bangun semua tak bgn kot. haha. then malina sampai and tunggu nasrul infront of my hse. dia sampai around 10.10 am, park his car and then naik Naza off to craven pulak. on the way to craven, malina got a new title from nasrul. budak hafal script. haha. habis lah malina, mamat ni mmg suka membahan. then fazre dah sampai craven, tuka pulak to his car. naza park kat craven. then jalan lah kami ke Bukit Tinggi but before that, makan dulu kat mamak. haha padan muka nas, pagi pagi dah kena mara ngn malina. sape suro smoke. haha. pastu around 12 something, kteorang sampai lahhh. takda lah sejuk, kecewaaa. then i was like kinda excited sebab nampak tempat buat tatto. haha. jalan jalan kat sana, take alot of pictures, having fun, gelak sana gelak sini and get my tatto done. haha. style kot! after that off to rabbit park, but i jadi photographer je. sumpah takot arnab. haha. then turun lah kami ke KL. pergi seri maya to makan kat Saba Restaurant. then balik lah rumahhh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malina &amp;amp; Fazre : Thank you for the day, and i hope that u guys will last!&lt;br /&gt;Nasrul : Thank you so much sebab teman i. i really had a great time. seriously. we spend our time together laughing, smiling to each other, talking like non stop and so much more! haha. thanks for being the model of the day, haha and thanks for the tatto &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-2960744377611462180?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2960744377611462180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2960744377611462180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2010/01/bukit-tinggi-pahang.html' title='Bukit Tinggi, Pahang.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sz43OIOfxUI/AAAAAAAAA4k/qr_3I7a17ZU/s72-c/DSC_0337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-2303820296759164345</id><published>2009-12-24T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:42:26.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are we?</title><content type='html'>Mood : not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;Venue : In my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Currently listening to Innuendo - Belaian Jiwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not really sure why am i writing this. Its just i cant figure out what are we. We dont seems like friends, but we are friends. I am not asking or forcing u in anything. Im just asking. We never talk about this, and i guess im scared to ask too. Im sorry for asking just now. It just came across my mind. All the dates, i remember. I dont even know why. haha. Sorry. Im starting to think about you more often, and i love spend my time with u, LOL. But deep inside me, I am scared. Really scared. hm. U may look at me as a girl who likes to smile but deep inside me, no one knows abt it. If u hurt my feelings, i will hide it and pretend that i am happy and smile back to u. U will never know. But its okay, its me who choose to do that because i want to be happy and enjoying all the great moment with u while i can instead of being emo and mad. Im sick of that. Hahah. Sometimes, there is something i wanna talk to u about but i have to think twice because i dnt wanna hurt u, i dont wanna ruin your mood and i dont want u to think bad about me. And the main reason is, i dont want u to walk away. I am willing to stay in the state as we are now, but please, do not walk away. Dont worry, im not complaining anything. I am happy, seriously. And thanks to u, i really had fun. And tomorrow, it should be one year. But, unfortunately, we didnt make it. &amp;amp; stalker, i know u guys love me. xoxo ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-2303820296759164345?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2303820296759164345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2303820296759164345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-are-we.html' title='What are we?'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-4365949578612633230</id><published>2009-12-23T03:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T03:33:44.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SzEb0pBIvHI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WQERaNCkjRM/s1600-h/amor047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SzEb0pBIvHI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WQERaNCkjRM/s200/amor047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418142417881185394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i kuar with Nas. he pick me up around 3. nak datang tak bgtaw, ttbe loceng bunyi. terima kasih. tak kabut pulak i. aha. then off to pavilion nak cari handbag kat sg wang. then tengah misi mencari tu, i terjumpa 1 dress comel ni. yang i tgh pakai dalam picture tu. terus beli, and pakai since baju i comot kena chocolate. aha. so tak jadi beli handbag. aha. then off to pavilion to watch santau. bapak la, terkejut kot cite tuhh. hah. dgn pakai dress mmg tak sejuk dalam movie tu. huhu. then dah kuar, we off to Andalus, shisha peach mint. hehe. nas makan, but i minum je. pastu dah tak taw nak buat apa, out of a sudden, nas ckp :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'genting jom?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saj : 'ha?' (dengan mata terbeliak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nas : 'haha'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saj : 'hah, jom lah. tak buat apa ni' (muka gembira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. pastu isi minyak semua, naik lah genting, best kot! angin dia sejuk gila babi and sedap sangat! aha. i dgn dress lagi, mmg sejuk gila babi kot. dengan kabus dia, ish seronok kot. haha. mmg nak g toilet. then sampai sana makan maggi yang berharga rm 5. mmg murah kan maggi rm 5. pastu turun lah balik, and nas lain kali berhati hati di bumper okayy? jgn nak buat kereta terbang lagi pastu dua dua muka cuak. aha. elok elok time turun tu, malina call ajak jumpa. so kami berjumpa di NZ wangsa maju. sumpah lama tak jumpa. hug hug, borak borak and balik. i wish bole lepak lama lagi. huhu. and malina, nanti kita hang out 4 orang nak? kalau bole asap sbb i nak balik segamat dah :(&lt;br /&gt;and nas, thank you for a great day :)&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/8209165481450645903-4365949578612633230?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/4365949578612633230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/4365949578612633230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/12/fun-day.html' title='Fun day!'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SzEb0pBIvHI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WQERaNCkjRM/s72-c/amor047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-6496940442692526260</id><published>2009-12-23T03:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T03:18:17.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SzEbDl7LmVI/AAAAAAAAA3c/hiuyXZedyqI/s1600-h/DSC00349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SzEbDl7LmVI/AAAAAAAAA3c/hiuyXZedyqI/s200/DSC00349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418141575237310802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SzEbDWz62fI/AAAAAAAAA3U/kKRD8mBl448/s1600-h/DSC00341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SzEbDWz62fI/AAAAAAAAA3U/kKRD8mBl448/s200/DSC00341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418141571180321266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SzEbC0gdRGI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ibl5qHHThd4/s1600-h/DSC00326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SzEbC0gdRGI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ibl5qHHThd4/s200/DSC00326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418141561971885154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SzEbCrqqy7I/AAAAAAAAA3E/0zFemvo8uBc/s1600-h/DSC00325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SzEbCrqqy7I/AAAAAAAAA3E/0zFemvo8uBc/s200/DSC00325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418141559598795698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SzEbCOTSZpI/AAAAAAAAA28/wx8Lk_jqVDs/s1600-h/DSC00321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SzEbCOTSZpI/AAAAAAAAA28/wx8Lk_jqVDs/s200/DSC00321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418141551716099730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Zoo Negara, when is the last time u guys go there? aha dah berzaman tak pergi. but damn, sangat penat. hah. jalan dalam tu for 5 hours. pergi sana with my family. bawak sarah la. but i rasa kteorg yang excited tengok all those animals. aha. panas pun satu hal. balik mmg tido lah. org mmg ramai, tu yang buat malas lagi tu. tapi apa apa pun, i had a great time with my family :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-6496940442692526260?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6496940442692526260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6496940442692526260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/12/zoo.html' title='ZOO'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SzEbDl7LmVI/AAAAAAAAA3c/hiuyXZedyqI/s72-c/DSC00349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-8054140060483035003</id><published>2009-12-19T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:13:32.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th December 2009</title><content type='html'>i woke up early sebab nas cakap dia nak amek i pukul 8.50am since i have decided to follow him to the Dota tournament kat cheras. so sampai sampai i macam blur, apa nak buat ni? semua lelaki pulak. i nak berdiri kat mana pun tak taw. pastu nas and the guys nak masuk dah, i cakap 'i stay kat old town lah' and dia kata 'no, ikot i'. i macam ha? nak buat apa ni oh? mana nak duduk semua. pusing lah kat situ. thank god ada 1 kerusi kosong sebelah nas. duduk lah. tengok dia main semua. muka stress kan nas? aha. dah dia elok elok muka stress, diam je tak bersuara tiba tiba.. dia menjerit. babi kuat. aha. saya yang berada di sebelahnya sangat terkejut. tetapi malangnya mereka kalah. haha. pastu tak puas hati tu, nak lawan lagi. pergi lah main, i pun ikot and saya online kemudian tertido. tapi nas ni dia ada habit dia oh. tak taw nak explain macam mana, tapi i taw lah. i baru discover. aha i mmg suka perhatikan org. so i got some new experience today. tak bosan pun. tak pernah pernah ikot nas main dota, hari ni i ikot dia jugak dan tunggu and melihat dia main ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-8054140060483035003?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8054140060483035003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8054140060483035003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/12/19th-december-2009.html' title='19th December 2009'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-3081848714645185111</id><published>2009-12-19T12:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T12:34:46.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blur.</title><content type='html'>haha selama ni tak pernah pun nak ikot si Nas ni main dota tapi hari ni ikot jugak gara gara nak kuar dari rumah. haha. now ni dorang tengah dota but dont ask me anything! i know nothing. aha. i pandang je. tetapi, tak faham apa. dorang je yang faham apa dorang main kott. click click mouse, tak taw sebab apa. haih. tapi laju, tu yang i pelik. sekarang while dorang tengah dota, i layan facebook and i miss Amar :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-3081848714645185111?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3081848714645185111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3081848714645185111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/12/blur.html' title='Blur.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-420912472869330153</id><published>2009-12-19T02:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T02:54:04.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kita tengok esok.</title><content type='html'>siapa cakap saj takbole memberontak? saj lah budak paling degil kalau nak taw. sumpah stress, i balik balik, my mum mara gila, i masak maggi pun dia membebel lagi, pastu lepas makan nak masuk bilik dia bising. ni yang paling tak tahan, online pun salah, mara macam i balik pukul 5 pagi. apahal? tengok lah saj menggila macam mana. sampai tak balik rumah nanti. org cakap betul. its just, i tak taw nak suro siapa bawak i keluar dari rumah ni. kalau bole esok pagi pagi lagi nak keluar. argh, stress! kalau tak keluar pagi pagi, bgn tdo je dgr bebel lagi. tak pun tgh tdo mak jerit dari bawah. ish, tolong lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-420912472869330153?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/420912472869330153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/420912472869330153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/12/kita-tengok-esok.html' title='Kita tengok esok.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-880764405215666030</id><published>2009-12-18T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T03:05:39.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two is better than one.</title><content type='html'>just for your info, that title had nothing to do with my post. aha. teman saj pergi bangsar jom? siapa nak? nak beli handbag lah xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do : (since i dah berhenti kerja)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping kat bangsar&lt;br /&gt;visit malina kat Cyberjaya&lt;br /&gt;jalan jalan jaoh sikit with dura and kaled, PD jom?&lt;br /&gt;tunggu Eq and Armaan bawak jalan&lt;br /&gt;Gathering 5A&lt;br /&gt;shisha and shisha and shisha&lt;br /&gt;movie and movie and movie&lt;br /&gt;jalan jalan with Nas too :)&lt;br /&gt;Nak sleepover mana mana, tak nak balik rumah.&lt;br /&gt;Lepak sampai lebam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-880764405215666030?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/880764405215666030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/880764405215666030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='two is better than one.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-2324240880118375558</id><published>2009-12-18T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:57:57.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shopping like hell !</title><content type='html'>dapat gaji, yeay! aha. beli tu, beli ni. Now duit i habis. sedih. i beli banyak barang kot. duit i habis kemana pun tah lah. aha. jap, list kan barang. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;jeans&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;tank top&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;kasut&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sliper&lt;br /&gt;handbag&lt;br /&gt;purse&lt;br /&gt;hot pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-2324240880118375558?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2324240880118375558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2324240880118375558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-shopping-like-hell.html' title='I shopping like hell !'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-7922179744078597406</id><published>2009-12-18T02:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:49:33.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working days.</title><content type='html'>SUMPAH lama gila tek update blog ni. malas. dah takda mood nak blogging. im tooooooooo busy with work. kerja apa? jaga budak kat Kizsports and Gym. aha. sumpah wey, budak budak comel gila. and i pun tak taw yang i pandai layan budak. aha. main slides, main tag, hide and seek and banyak lagi lah. haha. rasa muda pun ada jugak. harini last day i kerja. damn, im so gonna miss that place. semua kat situ baik baik. kak ifa, kak nurul, ada, ali, azani, jasman, eza, low, yany, qila and not to forget, eric! aha. im so madly in love with Amar Zariq and Caca. sumpah wey, dorang comel. banyak gila memories i kerja sana. kena jaga anak arab lah, anak cina lah, and paling best dapat main ngn dorang. nanti dorang akan tarik tangan nak ajak main. pastu Amar panggil i kakak cantik. aha. time jaga dorang saj ada dapt kiss kot. hah! jangan main main. then kalau bosan mula lah gossip ngn qila and yany. budak yang sangat berimaginasi. aha. yang Thomas pulak macam chicken little. aha. i busy kan diri with work. sangat! sebab tak nak banyak berfikir. tapi tadi ada budak yang i suka jugak. nama dia Raf. haa so currently i ada 1 boyfriend which is Amar Zariq and 1 scandal which is Raf. aha. i think Raf likes me sebab mana mana dia pergi dia ajak. Mmg sakit tadi main slides but i had so much fun! 'kakak, jom lah main slides, jom jom' aha. kalau nak cerita mmg tak habis, anything nak tgk gambar tengok kat my facebook. aha. tapi sedih la nak tinggal kan dorang. bole nanges kot. haih. takpa lah, atleast i got to know them kan. fuhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Syp5q4WFfMI/AAAAAAAAA2U/IxYCo5R2a2A/s1600-h/091213_195532_1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Syp5q4WFfMI/AAAAAAAAA2U/IxYCo5R2a2A/s200/091213_195532_1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416275279452929218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yany and Qila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Syp5qllfKcI/AAAAAAAAA2M/zq_Nhxku1M8/s1600-h/091216_131650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Syp5qllfKcI/AAAAAAAAA2M/zq_Nhxku1M8/s200/091216_131650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416275274417252802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amar Zariq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Syp5qXFMU9I/AAAAAAAAA2E/fYI-UryDPEw/s1600-h/091216_133017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Syp5qXFMU9I/AAAAAAAAA2E/fYI-UryDPEw/s200/091216_133017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416275270523704274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Syp5qNpOBaI/AAAAAAAAA18/HXi4Ftj5NF4/s1600-h/DSC05552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Syp5qNpOBaI/AAAAAAAAA18/HXi4Ftj5NF4/s200/DSC05552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416275267990455714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raf :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8209165481450645903-7922179744078597406?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7922179744078597406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7922179744078597406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/12/working-days.html' title='working days.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Syp5q4WFfMI/AAAAAAAAA2U/IxYCo5R2a2A/s72-c/091213_195532_1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-6179944992245920147</id><published>2009-11-24T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:23:02.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dah lama kan tak update blog. tak taw nak tulis apa actually. its not that i takda benda nak buat, tapi i tak da mood nak tulis. huhu. sorry guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but ada something yang i nak tulis. you know who you are. i dont have to mention it. i tak taw lah if u baca blog ni ke tak tapi please lah, do understand me. Im sorry if im avoiding you but u buat i sangat tak comfortable. i need time. serious. I cerita ngn u all my problems, cakap i sedih semua, i igt tu, i igt ni tapi u macam take advantage. please lah, thats not what i need. i only need a FRIEND! bukan ILY. heh. sumpah doh i benci macam nii. and now sumpah i takbole nak ckp pun dgn u. thanks. and yeah, i am waiting for someone yang tak kan datang kat i dah. happy? huh? i taw its gonna hurt me, and i admit, i am hurt. but nak buat macam mana? i am not ready to let it go yet, but someday i will move on. i know it. because he ignores me, i texted and he didnt reply, so yeah, i guess someday i will realize. sementara i still tak give up. biar lah now i tak give up lagi, but i believe bila 1 day i dah give up, i taw apa yang i nak buat. let me go through my life and and even im hurt, i tanggung. i hope u faham. sorry lah. i bukan nak buat jahat or apa, but now, i tak rasa nak sayang ssape. sumpah trauma. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lagipun, I rasa i need a long break for myself before i start a new relationship again, sebab i dah penat sangat selalu kena macam ni. sumpah tak larat dah. I tak fikir pun pasal semua benda ni, nak cari org lain or what. in the memories i live. So biar lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-6179944992245920147?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6179944992245920147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6179944992245920147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-it.html' title='Read it.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-1071001864404439446</id><published>2009-11-16T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:49:53.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>what did i do today? well, i hangout with my sister and armaan. it was fun, seriously. but why suddenly i feel like this? I mean, all this while i am okay. but now, its just dont feel right. right now, i cant even smile. Im thinking about u. Im free, totally. I've been thinking about going there, kinda excited abit, dont really care about things here and money, but.. tak jadi. I igt about things u say that it might be the last time we could meet up. itu pun kat sana. I really wanna go there. Even if u cakap 'datang lah' and ask me to go there, anytime i akan datang, im serious. thats just me. but hm, i guess kita mmg tak jumpa dah la kot. haih. hem hem, im feeling sad and actually&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i miss you. &lt;/span&gt;It hurts :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-1071001864404439446?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1071001864404439446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1071001864404439446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/11/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-4658295432343851227</id><published>2009-11-15T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:08:39.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>My final is over. Woohoo! But but, I am not satisfied with my last paper which is Macroeconomics. Damn it. I have never felt this way. I mean, I cant do it. I guess i just get 10/100. I wanna perform well and get my DL again for this semester. oh mannnnnnn, Im scared -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, since my semester break dah start, nak buat apa eh cuti ni? ahaha. I have no idea. Jangan bosan dah la. heh. Take me away please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, as i was lying on my bed with nissa (in Segamat), she laugh with everything i said. I dont even know why. Haha. Then she said ' asal kau tak masuk raja lawak je? ahaa. siapa yang cakap u ni serious, orang tu buta huruf' HA HA. Sengal doh, maksudnya sape yang cakap i serious or no fun, orang tu tak kenal i. haha. I always make her laugh. but am i that funny? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing surprised me, Aina Abdullah and her bf main D? Pergh, u biar betul anne. I read your blog. AHAH. Gila sehati sejiwa huh? Dulu pun ada orang ajak i main, tapi i taknak. But seeing you with your bf main D, why dont u and your bf teach me how to play D? ahaha. It must be funn! Nanti kita hangout kat KL and kita pergi CC or lepak rumah i je. AHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday before balik KL, i singgah Rembau. Kampung nissa. I takda kampung, so merasa sikit lah macam balik kampung. huhu. Her sister call me 'mama'. oh mann, so nottt! haha. Nak pergi toilet pun i kena teman. huhu. Mana mana pun kak Sajrah lah. huhu. &amp;amp; this morning she texted me. 'Good Afternoon Mama' hahaha Since when i get married and have a daughter? ecece. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since semua dah start cuti, me and nissa ada plan nak buat gathering 5 A. Maybe genting or just hangout. And korang, kita rindu la nak main sports. I mean, rindu nak berpeluh. Igt tak dulu kita main rugby semua? HAHA. Jom futsal? haha. nak? jom laaaaaa :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I want a new phone. Sony Ericsson Satio. please mama? please busu? (I if dah gila hp, habis lahh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sv9-fXhVIMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/yF4GjFGxifs/s1600-h/Satio_frontandside_image_black.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sv9-fXhVIMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/yF4GjFGxifs/s200/Satio_frontandside_image_black.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404177155222741186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my baby, i want youuuu.&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/8209165481450645903-4658295432343851227?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/4658295432343851227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/4658295432343851227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sv9-fXhVIMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/yF4GjFGxifs/s72-c/Satio_frontandside_image_black.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-5713364878834548570</id><published>2009-11-11T09:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:28:40.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with a twinnie :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SvmEa7U1FcI/AAAAAAAAA1c/PlEKGVcnhJc/s1600-h/DSC00385-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SvmEa7U1FcI/AAAAAAAAA1c/PlEKGVcnhJc/s200/DSC00385-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402494826144142786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Durrah Nuruljannah Bt Sahari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I met her when I was in form 4. She is my twinnie, my beautiful twinnie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepak with her tadi, i had fun, sooo much! haha. lama kot tak borak macam gila ngn dia. tu tak masuk kaled lagi. huhu. me, dura and her bestfriend, ahmed if im not mistaken, kteorang lepak shisha kat Castle. pergh berzaman tak pergi sana. so dah duduk sana talk talk and talk. update each other. huhu. sumpah rindu kat dura. lama sgt tak jumpa. haha. shisha semua lah. Im glad kita dah jadi macam dulu balik. sorry if dulu kita ada crisis semua. i feel relieved everything has turned back to normal. I love you twin :)&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/8209165481450645903-5713364878834548570?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5713364878834548570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5713364878834548570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-with-twinnie_11.html' title='A day with a twinnie :)'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SvmEa7U1FcI/AAAAAAAAA1c/PlEKGVcnhJc/s72-c/DSC00385-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-3821647471631536733</id><published>2009-11-10T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:54:36.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Segamat lagi.</title><content type='html'>Tak sabar rasa nya nak habis kan semua benda kat Segamat. haha. Balik kl hari tu, atuk cakap 'hah kak ngah, kenapa dah kurus badan ni?' haha i pulak tercengang. kurus? apakah? haha. tapi bila pk balik, ramai yang tegur i kurus lately ni. atuk yang takpernah nak tegur i punya badan boleh tanya macam tu. tak bole jadi ni. haha. nak gain weight sikit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa apa jadi pun sekarang, i senyum je. haha. mara orang? lagilah susa sekarang. buat ah apa apa pun. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esok nak balik Segamat semula untuk menghabis kan Final exam saya yang tak berapa nak okay semester ini. To those yang nak exam jugak, sape sape lah, GOOD LUCK :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-3821647471631536733?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3821647471631536733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3821647471631536733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/11/segamat-lagi.html' title='Segamat lagi.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-7410783755532162608</id><published>2009-10-28T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:29:33.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh</title><content type='html'>packing, finals and segamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, gila seminggu cepat nak mampos. haha. im leaving for Segamat this morning. finals nak start dahh. i need to struggle. sumpah i have to let everything behind and get my head in the game. hahahha. focus wey, focus! lepas ni nak pack barang, then tido lah. bangun pagi esok, siap siap and off to pudu. haha. alahh, duduk segamat seminggu lebih je lagi. then im free. haha. time tu la i nak menggila semua. haha. sekarang kena sacrifice sikit. haa. so all my bitch, wait for me. our time will come. u know u miss me, mwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh lupa, wish me luck for my finals :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-7410783755532162608?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7410783755532162608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7410783755532162608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/10/huh.html' title='huh'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-4791787227377761609</id><published>2009-10-28T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:16:54.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>duhh</title><content type='html'>Love vs Reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it to keep on loving someone who does not love u like u did or who does not really care about u? he only cares about his own world. i dont know. some people said, u need to try to learn how to let go. this is my blog. deal with it. first thing first, i think i and nas have already get back together. thats what i thought. haha. but look! his facebook, status : single. ho ho. entah. then, lately ni, i didnt know much about him. yea, he didnt tell me things. jangan cakap i tak tanya, i tanya okay. haha. actually i tak taw nak cakap apa ni. nak kata mara, bukan. nak kata terasa, takda. entah. im totally fine beb. haha. i wanna write this blog about nas because lamaaaaaaaaaaaaa dah tak tulis about him. hah. tapi tadi tengok facebook dia, emosi terganggu kejap. tu yang tertulis benda ni. pfft. maaf ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas, he is a very nice guy. but sometimes he is unpredictable. u know, he didnt show what or how he feels towards others. for example, im his gf (i guess) sometimes i have doubt whether he still have feelings towards me or not. oh god, dont ask. when i start thinking about that, gosh! gila bole ak. haha. but i still try to have faith in him. but nas, u need to start telling people how u feel. share with them, happiness and even sadness. that is what i am for. u know. even if i say that i hate u, i still cant stop missing u. sometimes u need to tell me things. u know, if dulu i always complain, but now i can accept u for who u are now. alhamdulillah, i can think straight dah. but, dont lie to me. honesty is important. same goes to communication. u need to communicate with me. ALWAYS! and syg, if u need someone, u know im always here for u. that is what i am for. u just need to trust me. okay? last but not least, wo ai ni Nasrul xiansheng ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : To all Separa yang baca blog ini, tolong lah jangan bahan Nas. nak bahan pun jangan berkaitan blog ini. yang kena mara nanti saya, bukan anda semua. kasihanilah saya HA- HA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-4791787227377761609?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/4791787227377761609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/4791787227377761609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/10/duhh.html' title='duhh'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-1741688079481720291</id><published>2009-10-27T04:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:41:01.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i like this song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i think i like this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat aku tertawa di atas semua&lt;br /&gt;Saat aku menangisi kesedihanku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin engkau selalu ada&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin engkau aku kenang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama aku masih bisa bernafas&lt;br /&gt;Masih sanggup berjalan&lt;br /&gt;Ku kan slalu memujamu&lt;br /&gt;Meski ku tak tau lagi&lt;br /&gt;Engkau ada di mana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dengarkan aku ku merindukanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat aku mencoba merubah sgalanya&lt;br /&gt;Saat aku meratapi kekalahanku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I love you, Nasrul Zulcapli &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&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/8209165481450645903-1741688079481720291?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1741688079481720291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1741688079481720291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-i-like-this-song.html' title='i think i like this song.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-8241270510423772189</id><published>2009-10-27T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:09:35.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hati tak senang.</title><content type='html'>Hati tak senang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat bertemu kembali. i've decided to write my blog again. ho ho. well. alot of things happened to me for this past few days. fuhh. but sorry guys. terlalu penat untuk menaip. what can i tell u, i've already get what i want but im not sure if this is the best for me. and i learned alot about life from the things that has happen to me. u cant imagine what i've been through. my family? hm. i love them. anything happen pun, im hoping for the best. otak i selalu je berfikir. kalau pandang ni, pandang tu, it will keep on thinking. haha. bukan pk apa. tapi to change my thought about life. haha. i learn my life now from everyone's mistake including me. bayangkan bila tengok tv pun, i bole pk, oh i should've not done this. i should do this. and bla bla bla. pastu bila tengok cite apa tah, sumpah bunian, i rasa macam seronok nya life nora danish ni lepas kawen. haha. sayang gila husband dia kat dia. how i wish nasrul will love me like that. and i want to be like nora danish too. i mean yang dalam cerita tu lahh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday pergi sg wang. perghh. kena rempuh. balik balik je saya demam. pfft. oh mann, my FINAL exam nak dekat dah tetapi macam macam pulak jadi. kaled oh kaled. entah apa jadi dengan kata kata u nak jumpa. haa. i dah la rindu gila nak menggila dengan dura nihh. i tak mara. tapi kecewa. anything u can tell me kott. malina, congrats sebab dah start your degree kat MMU cyberjaya. i tengok facebook, fazre datang ye? jealous. huhu. im happy to see u happy. maybe dulu time i happy gila gila ngn nas, now turn u pulak. huhu. tapi i rindu time dulu. hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my mum and my aunt la orang paling banyak gossip. haha. serious. dorg takbole jumpa. kalau jumpa je, haa mula la cerita. gossip girl weyy. haha. balik kali ni, i tak shisha pun. can u believe it? pfft. oh mannnn. i need it. tetapi tak dapat. sedih dan kecewa. takpa la. maybe balik ni i tak enjoy. tak kesa pun. exam semua kan nak dekat, lepas exam menggila lah. i nak plan holiday dengan dura n kaled, nak blaja main 1 game ni, blaja main 1 instrument ni, holiday with malina and lots more. dengan nas pun nak juga tapi maybe dia busy dengan dota ( he said that to me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things with me and nas sometimes ok, sometimes tak. tapi hari tu i demam, dia risau. time tu i dapat la rasa macam dia syg i. and frankly speaking, i terharu sgt. i dont know. maybe i have to find my own path. because things changed kan. im just hoping that he will change someday. selagi i bole tahan, i tahan. im willing to do it for him because i love him. and this is a very funny story. i balik segamat rabu ni, dia balik KL rabu ni. mmg sengaja tak nak bagi kami berjumpa kah? haha. by the way, i miss you T. hope to see u soooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-8241270510423772189?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8241270510423772189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8241270510423772189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/10/hati-tak-senang.html' title='hati tak senang.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-5136383671827278860</id><published>2009-10-17T09:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:29:11.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you.</title><content type='html'>i miss you. i really do. i know we broke up, so what? it hurts. i miss your presence. i just..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-5136383671827278860?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5136383671827278860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5136383671827278860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-5805346464696858937</id><published>2009-10-15T08:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:32:37.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im trying.</title><content type='html'>all i can say is im trying very very hard here. i used to have a hope. i used to have someone that i always talked to. but now, i have to stand on my own feet. wish me luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-5805346464696858937?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5805346464696858937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5805346464696858937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-trying.html' title='im trying.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-3401676616560551494</id><published>2009-10-10T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:37:36.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku cinta kau, bodoh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/StCT5eo1ebI/AAAAAAAAAz8/srC8Nt2O6Nw/s1600-h/DSC01355.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no offence. title up there is one of a dialog dalam cerita 'radit dan jani', kot. arep suro tgk cita ni. nanti dia bagi. cant wait. (tak taw nak tulis title apa actually. byk sgt nak cite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay. lama sgt dah i tak update my blog. ntah. malas. and tah kenapa i takot nak online. huhu. takot ternampak benda yang tak sepatutnya kott. so, my life here been so busy. lots of tests, quizzes, and assignments too. and dah 2 weeks tak balik KL. damn, i bole gila. sangap shisha kat NZ sgt sgt. and sometimes sangap rokok jugak, tapi tahan. yea, if kita nak, mesti kita bole. its all up to u. then lepak with ezi, biha semua tuh. dorg celebrate my birthday semua. and biha cakap sajrah dah kurus la. perut dah cantik. tak buncit. huhu. dulu buncit. haha bole la i pakai bikini macam ni en? HAHA. ok, i tak taw nak ckp apa sgt actually. penat ni. takda benda best pun. oh yea. i igt i sorg je suka tulis about someone that i love in the blog, i mean in the sad way. like u want it but u cant have it. i found out that theres also a guy yang tulis about someone he love in every single post he posted. argh, im all stress out. i just cant fight anymore. its not that i didnt fight for u, i did. i did fight for us. for us to be forever. forever?  uhh, i just hate that word. dari dulu, semua cakap forever. i did believe in them, but then all of them dumped me. i thought this one would be diff. but i guess its just the same. not sure he wants me or not. tapayah la ckp pasal tuhh. tak kan habis kalau cakap pun. yea la. i taw im the one yang akan mcm not over him. lantak la. i malas nak pk. i love him, so if he wants it, i just have to say yes. and will stay single for a long time. frankly speaking, i dah malas nak ada bf kalau macam ni. always me yang care so much about the relationship, im the one yang kena cari u if theres something and i yang selalu kena dump! sedih taw tak. lps ni mmg dah tak kan ada dah. u nak sgt, u buat. i know u can live without me. haih. we used to be so happy. what happened? we used to talk about our future. how perfect everything would be. i just dont know what has happened to us. when did everything get so screwed up? this isnt how it is supposed to be. i dont want this. im hurt over this break up. seriously. well, in this game, u win and i lose. i give up. i've tried so many things to make u feel happy when u're with me. the lanyard yang i bagi hilang, the wallet yang i bagi tak pakai, and yang tinggal, the boxer. if u tak nak boxer tuhh, buang je la. tak pun letak dalam bekas dia balik. simpan. hm. i write this thing bukan nak blame sesape, or nak cakap how bad it is. its just i didnt write about me, yang selalu nak mara. kan nas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; to malina, im sorry. i cant keep my promise. i've become the old me. sometimes i just wanna get out of control and be anything that i want without thinking about someone else. i dah jadi teruk beb, serious. i buat i tak pk org dah. i guess the bitch is back. im sorry. tapi takda sapa nak jaga i dah. i dont know who i am anymore, what am i supposed to to. i need help. i really am sorry. need to see u as soon as possible :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and nasrul, u know i will always love u. dont ask me why. i just love u. when i woke up the next morning, knowing that u are not mine anymore, and u've already walked away from my life, wow. im sure it will hurt me, so badly. forgive me if now that we're over. i'm exhausted , just let me sleep and hoping im not gonna wake up anymore because i cant face the fact that you're gone :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/StCT5eo1ebI/AAAAAAAAAz8/srC8Nt2O6Nw/s1600-h/DSC01355.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/StCT5eo1ebI/AAAAAAAAAz8/srC8Nt2O6Nw/s200/DSC01355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390971369648650674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8209165481450645903-3401676616560551494?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3401676616560551494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3401676616560551494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/10/aku-cinta-kau-bodoh.html' title='Aku cinta kau, bodoh.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/StCT5eo1ebI/AAAAAAAAAz8/srC8Nt2O6Nw/s72-c/DSC01355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-1985750152211593071</id><published>2009-09-28T03:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:54:34.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tak nak balik :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i tak nak balik segamat. i rasa sedihh. hm. dah tak jumpa nas pulak. sakit hati lagi dgn fb dia. tah la. sedih oh, sumpah tak nak balikkk! tak nak! tak nak! if study dkt ngn dia takpa lah, ni jaoh. haih. nak balik esk lagi, pening. hm. tah sape nak hantar. argh. stresssssssssssssssss :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ye, tadi jumpa mak nas. pergh, cuak. speechless. tapi adik dia comel, serious. hope things will go smoothly after this. harap harap la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-1985750152211593071?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1985750152211593071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1985750152211593071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/09/tak-nak-balik.html' title='tak nak balik :('/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-5799706796973400023</id><published>2009-09-28T03:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:50:15.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sr_AmHca9mI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mzMa4x0nSxE/s1600-h/DSC00078-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sr_AmHca9mI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mzMa4x0nSxE/s200/DSC00078-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386235440424220258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today pergi open hse dgn kawan kawan nasrul. pergi 2 rumah je. tapi lama macam pergi 10 rumah. speechless. bgn siap siap semua, nas dtg amek. off to usher's place. sampai, dia suro tunggu sbb nak amek fatin (his gf). then kwn dia sampai gerak kemana tah, kepong kot. tapi sumpah! panas! dah sampai sana, makan makan, tunggu kawan kawan dia lagi. mmg lama, smpt tdo kot. haa. gila ahh. tapenah pergi opn hse lama macam tuhh. ada la sesi membahan. haha. then dah pukul 5.15pm mcm tuhh, gerak cheras. then nas macam tak sihat. berhenti kat petrol station, i belikan dia air mineral. then he ask his friend to drive. dia tak larat. dia tdo. sampai rumah mus, dia lagi teruk. i mintak mus ubat, bagi nas makan semua and ajak dia masuk rumahh. then dia mcm rest dalam rumah tu jap. tapi yang penting, dia tak lupa nak makan ayam. haha. and syg, sorry sbb tak jaga u sgt. kat rumah org, segan lah. then otw balik tuhh dia sakit perutttt, i belikan eno. sbb perut dia masuk angin i rasa. then dia balik and tdo. time open house tuhh, i suka tgk this 1 loving birds which is usher and fatin. dorg comel, bole ak? haha. serious ni. sumpah suka tgk. and ada la gambar candid dorg ni i amek. huhu. and ni la first i raya mcm ni ngn bf. hope sampai bila bila la ngn nas, amin. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sr_Amm62HVI/AAAAAAAAAzk/BEf0msKnTZk/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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to Fatin, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. happy happy la dgn suami ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from, Sajrah Adilah, Nasrul Zukri (suami) dan anak :)&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/8209165481450645903-5799706796973400023?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5799706796973400023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5799706796973400023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday.html' title='saturday.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sr_AmHca9mI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mzMa4x0nSxE/s72-c/DSC00078-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-5403628652591231076</id><published>2009-09-28T03:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:35:08.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sr--EDhUO0I/AAAAAAAAAzU/stw0qJrt6EQ/s1600-h/DSC05194-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sr--EDhUO0I/AAAAAAAAAzU/stw0qJrt6EQ/s200/DSC05194-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386232656232201026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I will never ever forget this 25 september 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;malam birthday i tuhh. something happen before that. but i cant stand it and i ask nas to teman me to celebrate. yeah, we go to NZ wangsa maju. lepak, shisha. of course. then, he manage to make me smile again. duhh, i mmg tak bole tgk muka dia. serious. haa. pastu rasa mcm rindu gila pulak. i balik tah pukul berapa tah. then, balik. tdo semua then tghari tuhh he pick me up. we off to pavilion. tgk movie. jalan jalan. eventhough takda celebration or cake or any surprises, but i dnt care. as long as he is with me, i will be fine. and he bought me this one blouse. sgt cantik. sumpah. today i pakai and ramai org puji. thanks syg. then malam tuhh, ada opn hse semua. after opn hse, i jumpa dia lagi lepas tuhhh. lepak. but then, kesian tgk muka penat dia. haha. tak habis habis nak penat. and, this is how i celebrate my birthday. eventhough tak da apa pun, tapi i am happy on my day. and thanks to my syg, sbb teman i the whole day. sumpah best. i love youuuuu xp&lt;br /&gt;to armaan pula, thanks for the shirt. i like it so much. cantikk :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-5403628652591231076?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5403628652591231076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5403628652591231076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sr--EDhUO0I/AAAAAAAAAzU/stw0qJrt6EQ/s72-c/DSC05194-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-3131621681640252217</id><published>2009-09-25T04:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T04:38:41.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sajrah Alizaini now is 19th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those yang wish i happy birthday, thanks alot. i really appreciate it. sumpah! eventhough im not that happy but u guys make me smile and i didnt fake it. thank you so much. pray for my happiness. and i pray for all of us to be happy, forever. amin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-3131621681640252217?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3131621681640252217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3131621681640252217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-friends.html' title='thank you friends.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-3972506287050970149</id><published>2009-09-24T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:30:56.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can still remember..</title><content type='html'>i know him as a guy yang gila dota. we tell each other about ourself. yeah. i started to like him when he ask me out for the first time. i dnt know why he wanted to see me that early. and when i've already met him, i know i will like him more. i know him as a guy who hate smoking. and i thought he will never touch that. i can still remember, the first place we go for shisha is NZ. i can still remember, he pick me up with his volvo at craven. we hang out, watch histeria. i can still remember how cute he is when he play with his hair. and i can still remember, he loves to sing. and when he proposed me, i am the happiest person on earth. we know each other for a week. oh i can still remember, i sgt terkejut when he proposed. because i dnt know that he's into me. and after that, im totally his. i can still remember, what i like the most abt him, is he didnt smoke. i really like it. but i dnt know what happen now. is it because of me? i can still remember our happy faces when we hang out. i can still remember how much do we need each other. we dont need others. i can still remember, how happy i am after our first date. i can still remember, i like his hair time basah. and i can still remember, the first time he cut his hair and i keep on falling in love with him. i can still remember, we always cant decide where to go. i can still remember alot of things. and i dont know how not to love u. i cant. sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-3972506287050970149?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3972506287050970149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3972506287050970149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-can-still-remember.html' title='i can still remember..'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-7714378971849271632</id><published>2009-09-23T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:58:06.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"susah lah ada gf!"</title><content type='html'>what if your bf say this to u? how do u feel? how do u act? for me, if he say this, it means he does not want me anymore. its like he end up the relationship. well, he said this to me. he shout at me. and i remain silent, and hung up. im SPEECHLESS. Too much for me to take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-7714378971849271632?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7714378971849271632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7714378971849271632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/09/susah-lah-ada-gf.html' title='&quot;susah lah ada gf!&quot;'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-1018059587422608614</id><published>2009-09-23T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T02:08:06.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spontan.</title><content type='html'>its 1.55am. i takda benda nak buat. huhu. so i bukak youtube, tgk la video spontan ni. nak pecah perut boleh ak i gelak. haha. sumpah. dah ah dgn sakit perut lagi ni. check out this video. bangang. with sathiya. AHAHA. spontan episode 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-1018059587422608614?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1018059587422608614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1018059587422608614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/09/spontan.html' title='spontan.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-8706946717206395295</id><published>2009-09-22T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:50:24.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Srj-3895_UI/AAAAAAAAAy8/h5DzGSepsgw/s1600-h/DSC05189-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Srj-3895_UI/AAAAAAAAAy8/h5DzGSepsgw/s200/DSC05189-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384333591733468482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Srj-3RuVrEI/AAAAAAAAAy0/PL7nbOVf154/s1600-h/DSC05187-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Srj-3RuVrEI/AAAAAAAAAy0/PL7nbOVf154/s200/DSC05187-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384333580125449282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i just got back from Melaka. Spend a night at A famosa yesterday. ahh. tired, and stomach ache. food poisoning. jaga lah makan wahai teman teman, kalau tidak menderita. biasa lah bulan syawal. rendang semua. i pulak main makan je. so first raya, hm. apa je eh. oh bgn pukul 7, then siap siap. i makan my favourite dish, sambal sotong with ketupat. nenek masak. yummy! then my dad balik from sembahyang raya, salam salam. mintak ampun. banyak dosa oh i. hahaha. then apa lagi, duit raya lahhhh. amek gmbr semua, makan and off to rumah opah pulak. kat sana pun sama, salam salam and kutip duit raya. makan lagi and tdo! haha. agak lama i tdo. then after maghrib, off to bukit jelutong, rumah mak long. makan again, tgk movie, best ok rumah dia. haha. then balik, tdo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morning, bgn awal sbb nak g melaka pulak. singgah seremban jap, rumah my aunt. then my mum ckp negeri. haha. lawak sbb tapenah dgr mak ckp. hah. then off to melaka. sedih, tak dpt duit raya. then my dad jadi my hero. my sliper kotor, i ngada ngada and my dad yang cuci kan. HAHA. then off to A famosa. nothing much to say actually. mlm tu lepak lepak jap, and my aunt offer my dad a job. tapi kat London. hm. maybe my dad will be flying off to London this december. tinggal lah kteorg kat sini. hm. pastu if my dad ok kat sana, maybe kteorg pun will stay there, entah lah. tak taw lah. hm. then next afternoon, balik KL. here i am, dah sampai KL. tp td jam gila. sampai sampai je i kena hantar aten sbb dia nak kuar. since nas tak jadi kuar ngn i, i la yg kena hantar aten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, tadi bukak blog ezi. rasa sedih sbb dah lama tak lepak macam tuhh. hm. rindu actually.&lt;br /&gt;and bukak blog kaled pulakk, thanks sbb membalas post saya dan letak gambar kita time malam tuh. muka i taley bla la gila xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no more us. i miss us. yes i do. lately i keep thinking abt this alot. entah kenapa. mmg tak kan ada dah kita. never. tapi kenapa i asyik pk benda ni je. haih. please stop. Malina, help me? aihh. and kalau awak keluar tak bgtaw saya, tah la. suka hati.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i dont write much. not in the mood. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, happy birthday to faizul and lynn (22 sept) and happy birthday to hafiz (23 sept)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat malam xp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-8706946717206395295?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8706946717206395295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8706946717206395295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya.html' title='Raya.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Srj-3895_UI/AAAAAAAAAy8/h5DzGSepsgw/s72-c/DSC05189-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-5112742251588732453</id><published>2009-09-19T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:22:12.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEET ME HALFWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't go any further than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want you so badly, it's my biggest wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I spent my time just thinkin thinkin thinkin bout you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;every single day yes, I really missin' missin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all those things we use to use to use to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey boy, what's up, it use to be just me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I spent my time just thinkin thinkin thinkin bout you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;every single day, yes i'm really missin missin you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all those things we used to used to used to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey boy, what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meet me halfway, right at the borderline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's where i'm gonna wait, for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be lookin out, night n'day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;took my heart to the limit, and this is where I'll stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't go any further than this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you so bad, it's my only wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy, I travel round the world and even sail the seven seas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;across the universe i go to other galaxies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just tell me where to go, just tell me where you wanna to meet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I navigate myself myself to take me where you be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause boy I want, I, I, I want you right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I travel uptown (town) I travel downtown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna to have you around (round) like every single day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you alway..way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you meet me half way (I'll meet you halfway)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;right at the borderline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's where I'm gonna wait, for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be lookin out, night n'day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;took my heart to the limit, and this is where I'll stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't go any further than this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you so bad it's my only wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't go any further than this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you so bad it's my only wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's walk the bridge, to the other side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just you and I (just you and I)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will fly, I'll fly the skies, for you and I (for you and I)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will try, until I die, for you and I, for you and I, for for you and I,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for for you and I, for for you and I, for you and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This song is dedicated to my one and only, Nasrul Zukri Zulcapli.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. I miss you and I want youuu :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/8209165481450645903-5112742251588732453?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5112742251588732453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5112742251588732453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/09/meet-me-halfway.html' title='MEET ME HALFWAY'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-916736612266427046</id><published>2009-09-19T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:13:34.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nasrul kata..</title><content type='html'>'nah, ni payung. birthday present you' :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-916736612266427046?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/916736612266427046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/916736612266427046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/09/nasrul-kata.html' title='nasrul kata..'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-8302354538642534917</id><published>2009-09-19T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:08:53.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syedkhaled</title><content type='html'>wahai yang mulia syed khaled. u nak i buat blog untuk u en. ok. nah baca ni luahan hati ku. tak elok smoke lah. smlm non stop smoke. apalah. sikit sikit tu bole lahh. haa. smoke is bad for your health. saya sayang awak jadi awak pun kena lah sayang diri awak tu sendiri. walaupun awak dah lupakan saya sebagai kwn tetapi saya tetap igt pada awak. sedih en? haha. apa apa pun, just nak cakap yang if possible kurg kan smoke lahh. i taw smoke tu best. i've been there. but bak kata hana, i bukan smoker yang tegar. haha. eh? so try to reduce it and keep it slow ok bestfriend? Selamat Hari Raya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-8302354538642534917?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8302354538642534917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8302354538642534917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/09/syedkhaled.html' title='syedkhaled'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-4976509041765210879</id><published>2009-09-07T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:04:20.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my, Noah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, i found 'the notebook'. kat syida kot. aiyoo. so last night i watch this movie alone and guess what, i nanges. sumpah sedih cerita ni. tak tipuu. i want noah. but &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;oah can be &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;asrul kan? HAHA. serious. i love this 1 part time allie's mom came to pick her up at Noah's place, then her mon send her back there at Noah's. Noah and allie had a fight, here come my favourite part...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allie : you son of a bitch!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noah : can you just stay with me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allie : stay with you? what for? look at us, we already fight!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noah : thats what we do! we fight. you tell me when im being an arrogant son of a bitch and i tell you when ure being pain in the ass. but you are. 99% at the time. im not afraid to hurt your feelings. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allie : so what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noah : so its not gonna be easy, its gonna be really hard. we're gonna work this everyday but i wanna do that because i want you. i want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday. can you do some for me? please. just picture your life for me. 30 years from now, 40 years from now. what its look like. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i bet all of the girls out there want a guy like Noah. same goes to me. he loved allie for his entire life. its not easy to find someone like Noah, i think its impossible. we're human, never satisfied with what they have. sorry. i've been there. i know how it feels. someone said they get tired of fighting and bla bla bla. and i dnt want him to go. try to make him stay. but i didnt get such a positive respond like Noah and allie. i wish i could get that. if nasrul can feel what Noah feels, and say those words to me, feels what Noah feel for allie, didnt care about anything, i will be thrill. but its too late. huhu. its already happen. oh Noah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and talking about nasrul, its been a while i didnt write anything about him. i miss him. yesterday, after watched the notebook, i main edit2 gambar. and suddenly i terfikir about this, 'he looked different with different kind of hairstyles' serious. when the first time i met him, dia nampak lain with his long and straight hair. maybe ganas sikit lah kot. tak nampak mcm pretty boy. huhu. then he transform to spiky hair. i like it. first time he cut his hair, and i was like, is that my boyf? HAHA. poyo lah aku. then he hate that hair, tuka to botak pulak. from botak, his hair grows and rambut dia takda style. until one day i ask him to cut his hair because i like this one picture of his, and i wanna him to try that hair style again. and it looks good on him. mula mula potong nampak ganas sbb pendek sgt but then, i suka sgt. sesuai with him. and that hair buat nasrul nampak hensem. and actually nasrul is a pretty boy. what makes him different from other guy out there is because of his eyes. he has a very beautiful eyes. and not to forget, tonggek dia tuhh. he's one of a kind and i feel very lucky to have him in my life. i love you nasrul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SqTlE2hC_iI/AAAAAAAAAyY/RQhONFyGzQ0/s1600-h/DSC04145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378675726503575074" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SqTlE2hC_iI/AAAAAAAAAyY/RQhONFyGzQ0/s200/DSC04145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SqTlFJa7ieI/AAAAAAAAAyg/BQ4HoYNGaIM/s1600-h/DSC04367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378675731578194402" style="WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SqTlFJa7ieI/AAAAAAAAAyg/BQ4HoYNGaIM/s200/DSC04367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SqTlEJSQ0oI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/HzUCwYKwV4Q/s1600-h/n44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378675714361971330" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SqTlEJSQ0oI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/HzUCwYKwV4Q/s200/n44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SqTlFh02_OI/AAAAAAAAAyo/l0BSaB9MoBU/s1600-h/DSC04798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378675738129399010" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SqTlFh02_OI/AAAAAAAAAyo/l0BSaB9MoBU/s200/DSC04798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See, lain kann?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SqTTN785k7I/AAAAAAAAAyI/OySrQ-FLB4w/s1600-h/cats+new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378656091372098482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SqTTN785k7I/AAAAAAAAAyI/OySrQ-FLB4w/s200/cats+new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we have been through alot. i hope i can add up more &amp;amp; more pictures as we are still together. Amin ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-4976509041765210879?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/4976509041765210879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/4976509041765210879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-noah_07.html' title='oh my, Noah.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SqTlE2hC_iI/AAAAAAAAAyY/RQhONFyGzQ0/s72-c/DSC04145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-7155819657011722093</id><published>2009-09-07T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:30:10.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kampung.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;i spend my weekend at rumah nenek syida. kat segamat je. duhh i am so excited because i takda kampung. thanks la eh. haha. kampung semua kat KL. 1 in ampang and 1 in selayang. so tak merasa balik kg org. huhu. tapi perghh gila best rumah nenek dia. kteorg buat rumah tu macam rumah sendiri pulak. on friday, smpai smpai je terus makan for buka. then kteorg kuar to pick up Yin kat uitm. dia tertinggal. pastu balik, tdo lambat, sahur semua org siap kan, kteorg makan je lah. huhu. tdo then bgn at 1 pm. haha. tak senonohkan perangai kteorg. dah la tdo rumah org. tapi nenek and mak cik syida semua tak kesa. dah bgn, mandi, terbaring lagi dpn tv. haha. bkn reti nak tlg ke apa en. seronok je buat hal sendiri. then petang tu aunty syida mintak tlg kteorg buat kuih. its complicated but best. tak sedar pun dah nak buka. tgk tgk dah buka. huhu. lps buka kteorg kuar. bli brg to buat kek batik. Yin yang pandai buat. i learn from her. haha. balik ni nak buat lahh. kteorg buat mcm makcik n nenek syida tu nenek n makcik kteorg sendiri. haha. sedap oh kek batik tuhh. then masak maggi. lapar laa tgh malam tuhh. tdo, bgn sahur and we ate mee kariiiii ! haha. best. tdo balik and bgn at 1.30pm. lagi melampau. haha. siap siap and time to go back. gila sedihhh tak nak balikk :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-7155819657011722093?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7155819657011722093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7155819657011722093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-noah.html' title='kampung.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-1607085889461022145</id><published>2009-09-03T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:31:06.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless</title><content type='html'>we need parents and friends to support us in our relationship. but in my case, entah. his mum doesnt like me, i supposed. same goes to his friends. so if they both tak support or org cakap tak restu perhubungan saya dgn dia, what should i do? argh. pening. stress. maybe i expect too much. and i guess my effort on fixing this relationship should stop here. i dnt feel like doing it anymore. if i say this to him, taw taw je la what will happen. somebody, help me please. take me away :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-1607085889461022145?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1607085889461022145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1607085889461022145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/09/speechless.html' title='speechless'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-8367785306711107524</id><published>2009-09-03T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:20:47.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>issues - the saturdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes, I feel like I'm going out of my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boy the way you do me it's a damn crime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then you smile at me and it's alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With you there ain't no in-between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every time that I walk out the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell myself I won't take it no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's a part of me that won't let you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep saying yes while my minds saying no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and my heart we got issues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't know if I should hate you or miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn I wish that I could resist you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't decide if I should slap you or kiss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and my heart we got issues, issues, issues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got issues, issues, issues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's so hard, boy you left me hanging for so long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You empty out my love until it's all gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You change the words but still is that the same song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired of the melody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Change my number and throw out your clothes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But my feeling for you it still shows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I keep building a wall round my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then I see you and it all falls apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and my heart we got issues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't know if I should hate you or miss you (damn I wish) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn I wish I that could resist you (can't decide) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't decide if I should slap you or kiss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and my heart we got issues, issues, issues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got issues, issues, issues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why fight it, can't hide it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Truth is I think I like it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Confusion, illusion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still I don't know which way to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and my heart we got issues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't know if I should hate you or miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn I wish that I could resist you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't decide if I should slap you or kiss you (me and my heart) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and my heart we got issues (we gotta work this thing out) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't know if I should hate you or miss you (I don't know) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn I wish that I could resist you (yeah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't decide if I should slap you or kiss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and my heart we got issues, issues, issues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got issues, issues, issues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got issues, issues, issues (me and my heart) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got issues, issues, issues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and my heart we got issues (we gotta decide which way to go) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't know if I should hate you or miss you...&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/8209165481450645903-8367785306711107524?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8367785306711107524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8367785306711107524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/09/issues-saturdays.html' title='issues - the saturdays'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-6760021530543702856</id><published>2009-08-31T06:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:31:23.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>redha</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diriwayatkan dari Abu Hurairah r.a bahawa Rasulullah s.a.w bersabda, "Untuk setiap musibah, penyakit, keresahan, kesedihan, atau kesakitan yang menimpa seorang Muslim, hatta luka yang disebabkan tertusuk duri, Allah akan menghapuskan dosa-dosanya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diriwayatkan juga dari Abu Hurairah r.a bahawa Rasulullah s.a.w bersabda, "Apabila Allah menghendaki kebaikan ke atas seseorang, Dia akan mengujinya dengan kesulitan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suhaib bin Sinan r.a meriwayatkan bahawa Rasulullah s.a.w bersabda, "Betapa ajaibnya seorang Mukmin! Kebaikan itu sentiasa bersamanya, tetapi ianya tidak berlaku pada orang lain kecuali kepada seorang Mukmin. Apabila ia mendapat kebaikan, ia bersyukur kepada Allah dan memperoleh ganjaran, dan apabila ia ditimpa musibah, ia menahannya dengan penuh sabar lalu ia (juga) akan memperoleh ganjarannya. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-6760021530543702856?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6760021530543702856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6760021530543702856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/08/redha.html' title='redha'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-5659320221856949544</id><published>2009-08-30T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:50:59.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puasa.</title><content type='html'>i tak balikKL dah lps ni. fr my previous relationship, mesti and wajib fr me to buka puasa with my bf. tapi now, i tak buka puasa dgn bf i. i nak sgt but dont ask me why i tak buka puasa dgn dia. dah la lps ni tak balik dah. next week if u balik, jumpa la dorg. time i tak balik tu, u ada jumpa dorg. duration time u tak jumpa i lagi lama dr u tak jumpa dorg. i sedih. i balik ni, i  tak happy. u and ur friends nak ckp apa pun ckp la. this is the only place yang i bole luah kan everything. dgn u, i cant even talk. its because at the end, im the one who will take the blame. its hurt when u have to keep it all alone. i rasa i dah sgt tak larat. i yang selalu sakit hati. i need a bf to make me happy and to jaga i. this is not what i expected from a guy that i love. i just need u to understand me. i want u and only u. if u cant give me the commitment, gently please let me go. then u can keep on living with your life, without me. i dont know how long i can stand this. yes, i do smile when im with u. but no one knows whats inside me. i am sorry. but i cant be the one that u want me to be unless u return my nasrul back. thats the only thing that i need. the only thing u will never fail make me to do is crying. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-5659320221856949544?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5659320221856949544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5659320221856949544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/08/puasa.html' title='puasa.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-4369271190896759336</id><published>2009-08-28T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T04:41:12.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Segamat to Kuala Lumpur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpfdLR_aB6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/2qw-qiBj-B0/s1600-h/DSC04154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpfdLR_aB6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/2qw-qiBj-B0/s200/DSC04154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375007866167625634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpfdK_MfoHI/AAAAAAAAAxo/pvAJAjR3IE4/s1600-h/DSC04153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpfdK_MfoHI/AAAAAAAAAxo/pvAJAjR3IE4/s200/DSC04153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375007861122244722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpfdKXBvSjI/AAAAAAAAAxg/k7UOQO3eSpo/s1600-h/DSC04152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpfdKXBvSjI/AAAAAAAAAxg/k7UOQO3eSpo/s200/DSC04152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375007850339715634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpfdJ-2Un_I/AAAAAAAAAxY/X3uk-143IZU/s1600-h/DSC04150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpfdJ-2Un_I/AAAAAAAAAxY/X3uk-143IZU/s200/DSC04150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375007843849379826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambut cantik en? hahah macam zaman org dulu dulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpfdJTOr9II/AAAAAAAAAxQ/AlZTSNjsjgc/s1600-h/DSC04149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpfdJTOr9II/AAAAAAAAAxQ/AlZTSNjsjgc/s200/DSC04149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375007832140412034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Excited sgt nak balik. haha tah kenapa en. naik bus at 2.30. sampai KL about 5.30. tapi jam gila. sampai Hang tuah pukul 6 cam tu. haa. and now im in KL. yeay!&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/8209165481450645903-4369271190896759336?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/4369271190896759336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/4369271190896759336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/08/segamat-to-kuala-lumpur.html' title='Segamat to Kuala Lumpur'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpfdLR_aB6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/2qw-qiBj-B0/s72-c/DSC04154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-2908320915458476615</id><published>2009-08-27T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:28:56.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not in the mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ahh i thought im fasting today. unfortunately, i cant -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bgn sahur and just makan roti. then tdo balik. bgn at 7.20, susah gila nak bgn. mengantuk. i cant sleep yesterday. pastu pergi class, serious mengantuk. balik bilik, cuci baju. again, makan roti sekeping and boom! tdo la. until 1.15pm. my alarm bunyi. i should wake up because i got class at 2.10pm. tapi i rasa macam malas and takda mood sgt. so i've decided not to go to class. PONTENG. i cakap with kak mira and she ask, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'why?'&lt;/span&gt; and i jawab, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'sbb N&lt;/span&gt;'. dia tanya '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knp?&lt;/span&gt;', i jawab '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sajrah penat nak bercerita'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-2908320915458476615?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2908320915458476615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2908320915458476615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-in-mood.html' title='not in the mood.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-5918840422641808455</id><published>2009-08-26T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:16:55.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smoking facts</title><content type='html'>1. According to the Surgeon's General, Teenagers who smoke were:      &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three times more likely to use alcohol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eight times are likely to smoke marijuana.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And 22 times more likely to use Cocaine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;2. Smoking causes cancer, heart disease, lung disease and strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Smokers as young as 18 years old have shown evidence of developing heart disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Smoking a pack of cigarettes each day costs about $1,500 per year -- enough money to buy a new computer or Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Studies show that 43% of people who smoke three or fewer cigarettes a day become addicted to nicotine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. One-third of all new smokers will eventually die from a smoking-related disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Nicotine -- one of the main ingredients in cigarettes -- is a poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Smoking makes you feel weaker and more tired because it prevents oxygen from reaching your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Smoking decreases your sense of taste and smell, making you enjoy things like flowers and ice cream a little bit less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Smoking hurts the people around you: More than 53,000 people die each year from secondhand smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Cigarettes have tons of harmful chemicals in them, including ammonia (found in toilet cleaner), carbon monoxide (found in car exhaust) and arsenic (found in rat poison).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; smoking is one of the best things you can do for your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Most teens (about 70%) don't smoke. Plus, if you make it through your teen years without becoming a smoker, chances are you'll never become a smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;health risks of smoking from head to toe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hair:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smell and staining&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brain and Mental Effects:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://stroke.about.com/od/whatisastrok1/a/Biolstroke.htm"&gt;Stroke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://quitsmoking.about.com/cs/addiction/g/addiction.htm"&gt;Addiction&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://quitsmoking.about.com/cs/cravingsandurges/a/withdrawal.htm"&gt;nicotine withdrawal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://quitsmoking.about.com/od/nicotine/a/nicotineeffects.htm"&gt;Altered brain chemistry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anxiety about harm caused by smoking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eyes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyes that sting, water and blink more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://vision.about.com/od/eyediseases/tp/Macular_Degen.htm"&gt;Macular degeneration&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://vision.about.com/od/sportsvision/p/Cataracts_Eye.htm"&gt;Cataracts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nose:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less sense of smell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thyroid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://quitsmoking.about.com/od/oneyearmilestones/a/RonnieOneYear.htm"&gt;Graves Disease&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thyroid.about.com/cs/latestresearch/a/smoking.htm"&gt;Thyroid Disease&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skin:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://dermatology.about.com/cs/beauty/a/wrinklecause_2.htm"&gt;Wrinkles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://longevity.about.com/od/lifelongbeauty/p/skin_aging.htm"&gt;Premature aging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teeth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://dentistry.about.com/od/dentalhealth/a/smoking.htm"&gt;Discoloration and stains&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://dentistry.about.com/od/dentalfactsfaqs/f/plaque.htm"&gt;Plaque&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loose teeth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://dentistry.about.com/od/seriousdentalconditions/p/gumdisease.htm"&gt;Gum disease&lt;/a&gt; (gingivitis)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mouth and Throat:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://adam.about.com/encyclopedia/001035.htm"&gt;Cancers of the lips, mouth, throat and larynx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cancer.about.com/od/esophagealcancer/tp/esophagealsigns.htm"&gt;Cancer of the esophagus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sore throat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reduced &lt;a href="http://biology.about.com/library/organs/blpathodigest2.htm"&gt;sense of taste&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breath smells of smoke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hands:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poor circulation(cold fingers)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://adam.about.com/encyclopedia/000170.htm"&gt;Peripheral vascular disease&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://quitsmoking.about.com/od/chemicalsinsmoke/g/tar.htm"&gt;Tar&lt;/a&gt; stained fingers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Respiration and Lungs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://quitsmoking.about.com/cs/nicotinepatch/a/lungcancer.htm"&gt;Lung Cancer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://copd.about.com/od/copd/a/copdfacts.htm"&gt;COPD&lt;/a&gt; (includes &lt;a href="http://copd.about.com/od/faq/f/bronchitis.htm"&gt;chronic bronchitis&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://copd.about.com/od/whatisemphysema/a/emphysema.htm"&gt;emphysema&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://coldflu.about.com/od/whentoseeadoctor/ss/checksymcough.htm"&gt;Cough and sputum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://adam.about.com/encyclopedia/Breathing-difficulty.htm"&gt;Shortness of breath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://coldflu.about.com/od/cold/p/whatiscoldflu.htm"&gt;Colds and flu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://coldflu.about.com/od/pneumonia/p/pneumoniapro.htm"&gt;Pneumonia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://asthma.about.com/od/asthmabasics/p/whatisasthmahub.htm"&gt;Asthma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complicates &lt;a href="http://goafrica.about.com/od/healthandsafety/p/Tuberculosis.htm"&gt;Tuberculosis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heart:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://quitsmoking.about.com/od/heartdisease/a/atherosclerosis.htm"&gt;Harms, blocks and weakens arteries of the heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://heartdisease.about.com/cs/heartattacks/a/MIearly_2.htm"&gt;Heart attack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liver:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cancer.about.com/od/livercanceradult/a/liversymptoms.htm"&gt;Cancer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abdomen:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://adam.about.com/encyclopedia/000213.htm"&gt;Stomach&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://adam.about.com/encyclopedia/000206.htm"&gt;duodenal&lt;/a&gt; ulcers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cancer of &lt;a href="http://heartburn.about.com/od/otherdigestivedisorder1/a/stomachcancer.htm"&gt;stomach&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cancer.about.com/od/pancreaticcancer/a/pancreaticause.htm"&gt;pancreas&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://coloncancer.about.com/od/faqs/f/ColonCancer.htm"&gt;colon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://adam.about.com/encyclopedia/000162.htm"&gt;Aortic aneurysm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kidneys and bladder:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cancer.about.com/od/kidneycancerrenalcell/a/kidneysymptoms.htm"&gt;Kidney cancer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cancer.about.com/od/bladdercancer/a/bladdersymptoms.htm"&gt;Bladder cancer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bones:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://orthopedics.about.com/cs/osteoporosis/a/osteoporosis.htm"&gt;Osteoporosis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://orthopedics.about.com/cs/brokenbones/a/compression.htm"&gt;Spine&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://orthopedics.about.com/cs/hipsurgery/a/brokenhip.htm"&gt;hip&lt;/a&gt; fractures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spine:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://quitsmoking.about.com/od/tobaccorelateddiseases/a/smokingandDDD.htm"&gt;Degenerative Disc Disease&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Male reproduction:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sperm: deformity, loss of motility, reduced number&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://infertility.about.com/od/tryingtoconceive101/a/mythsdefine.htm"&gt;Infertility&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexuality.about.com/od/anatomyresponse/a/erectiledysfunc.htm"&gt;Impotence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Female reproduction:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://womenshealth.about.com/cs/crampsmenstrual/a/cramps.htm"&gt;Period pains&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://womenshealth.about.com/cs/menopaus1/a/earlymenotreatm.htm"&gt;Earlier menopause&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cervicalcancer.about.com/od/cervicalcancerbasics/a/whatiscervical.htm"&gt;Cancer of cervix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://infertility.about.com/od/tryingtoconceive101/a/symptomsrisks.htm"&gt;Infertility&lt;/a&gt; and delay in conception&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blood:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leukemia.about.com/od/whatisleukemia/a/leukemia101.htm"&gt;Leukemia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Legs and Feet:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://adam.about.com/encyclopedia/infectiousdiseases/Gangrene.htm"&gt;Gangrene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://adam.about.com/reports/Peripheral-artery-disease-and-intermittent-claudication.htm"&gt;Peripheral vascular disease&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://rarediseases.about.com/od/rarediseasesb/a/022605.htm"&gt;Beurger Disease&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Immune System:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weakened &lt;a href="http://aids.about.com/od/drugfactsheets/a/immuneseries.htm"&gt;immune system&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The effects of smoking hold additional risks for women. Those who smoke throughout their pregnancies increase the risk of:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.about.com/od/miscarriage/a/miscarriage.htm"&gt;Spontaneous abortion/miscarriage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.about.com/cs/ectopicpregnancy/a/aa120197.htm"&gt;Ectopic pregnancy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://adam.about.com/encyclopedia/000901.htm"&gt;Abruptio placentae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.about.com/cs/placentaprevia/a/previa.htm"&gt;Placenta previa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Premature rupture of the membranes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.about.com/od/pretermlabor/a/pretermlabor.htm"&gt;Premature birth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Risks to the fetus include:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smaller infant(for gestational age)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.about.com/od/pregnancyloss/a/stillbirth.htm"&gt;Stillborn&lt;/a&gt; infant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birth defects, e.g. congenital limb reduction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Increased &lt;a href="http://quitsmoking.about.com/od/glossaryofterms/g/nicoreceptor.htm"&gt;nicotine receptors&lt;/a&gt; in baby's brain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Increased likelihood of child &lt;a href="http://quitsmoking.about.com/od/teensmoking/a/teensmokefacts.htm"&gt;smoking as a teenager&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Possible predisposition to adult &lt;a href="http://panicdisorder.about.com/od/anxietymoreinfo/a/smokinganxiety.htm"&gt;anxiety disorders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So to whom it may concern, i love you. please stop. i nak anak yea. &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/8209165481450645903-5918840422641808455?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5918840422641808455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5918840422641808455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/08/smoking-facts.html' title='smoking facts'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-7626347716002380633</id><published>2009-08-26T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:31:51.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrepreneur walkabout</title><content type='html'>baiklah. harini tadi i and my group kena jual kat pasar juadah dalam uitm ni. kteorg jual kuih. ni kira macam assignment kteorg lah. kena kuar modal sendiri semua. and kteorg hanya jual once a week. dapat lah untung sikit. nothing much to tell. i sgt penat eventhough takda class :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and td time amek kuih, i nampak kucing ni hisap susu mak dia HAHA. first time wehh. and i makan nasi beringin. tah nasi apa tah. i byk blaja mkn mknn pelik pelik kat sgmt ni -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpUqAgDigsI/AAAAAAAAAwg/3E1b2UGMzYc/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpUqAgDigsI/AAAAAAAAAwg/3E1b2UGMzYc/s200/DSC00059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374247918429700802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpUq0Zh8XkI/AAAAAAAAAxI/iZ3RFGGBMSI/s1600-h/DSC05122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpUq0Zh8XkI/AAAAAAAAAxI/iZ3RFGGBMSI/s200/DSC05122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374248810031373890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tgk kucing tuhh. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpUqB2Y1uKI/AAAAAAAAAw4/jyIRTQH6EAQ/s1600-h/DSC05123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpUqB2Y1uKI/AAAAAAAAAw4/jyIRTQH6EAQ/s200/DSC05123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374247941604489378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpUqBdT4pxI/AAAAAAAAAww/YWFkNLAj6V8/s1600-h/DSC00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpUqBdT4pxI/AAAAAAAAAww/YWFkNLAj6V8/s200/DSC00150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374247934872823570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sape kata i takbole pgg pisau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpUqA257V5I/AAAAAAAAAwo/kyI7ivi8dy8/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpUqA257V5I/AAAAAAAAAwo/kyI7ivi8dy8/s200/DSC00060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374247924563400594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpUqCHn0qFI/AAAAAAAAAxA/dUX6q-87HIk/s1600-h/DSC05125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpUqCHn0qFI/AAAAAAAAAxA/dUX6q-87HIk/s200/DSC05125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374247946230736978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muka penat wehh&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/8209165481450645903-7626347716002380633?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7626347716002380633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7626347716002380633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/08/entrepreneur-walkabout.html' title='Entrepreneur walkabout'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpUqAgDigsI/AAAAAAAAAwg/3E1b2UGMzYc/s72-c/DSC00059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-7317348275932458346</id><published>2009-08-26T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:15:20.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ah. lama rasanya tak update blog tercinta ni. rasa malas nak update. 1 sbb tak taw nak ckp apa. then nak menaip tuhh, tah. lagi takda mood. memandang kan i stay kat segamat nihh, so takda lah wireless. haa. lagi malas nak mencari broadband. tiba tiba saya terasa nak menulis di dalam bahasa melayu. jadi ayuh kita mulakan :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;21/8/09 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;saya ada test Management tonight. petang tu meroyan sorg sorg dalam bilik sbb kak mira takda. saya study macam gila, tergolek golek tengah tengah bilik tuhh. cakap sorg sorg. haha. main dengan saya punya webcam. kemudian kedengaran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'lets have some fun this beat is sick, i wanna take a ride on your disco stick'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; my friend text me, cakap selamat berpuasa dan jangan sedih. terima kasih yea. saya sgt menghargainya :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;saya chill chill dulu, packing barang sebab malam tuh nak balik KL woohoo! kemudian menuju ke DST dan mula lah Ujian 1 untuk subjek Management. pada pukul 9.15, saya keluar dari dewan itu. arep sudah give up seperti saya, kami pun keluar dan menghantar kertas jawapan bersama sama. di luar dewan, saya berjumpa dengan Yin dan Syida, kami gosip gosip dan balik ke bilik masing masing. alamak lupa, kami makan ice cream dulu :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pada pukul 10 lebih macam tuh, saya bertolak balik ke KL dan ditemani dengan lagu lagu merdeka. HAHA. sampai rumah pukul 2 pagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;22 - 23/8/09 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lega rasanya apabila sudah berada di rumah. rumahku syurgaku. ceyh poyo! haha. balik tuh, sahur dgn keluarga saya. kemudian tido, bgn tuhh (awal ok) saya lepak lepak ngn mak abah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pastu saya kantoi dengan abah sbb makan biskut (peot eh, bkn ponteng) haha. kemudian keluar dengan malina, kami mencari dress dan kami beli dress yang sama. yeay! balik tu, saya menuju ke rumah nenek pula untuk berbuka. oh pakcik saya hyper. banyak membebel pada saya. begitu juga dengan abang saudara saya. jaga kau. haha. kemudian balik, siap siap dan melepak. sangap shisha. esok pagi, pergi beli barang semua. sumpah saya kepenatan. kemudian berbuka dan balik rumah. balik shj, kena siapkan assignment. lagi penat. adoii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;24/8/09 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;balik segamat, kemudian pergi bandar segamat beli tiket bus untuk pulang pada minggu ini dan juga untuk balik raya. petang itu class BEL saya dibatalkan. yeay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpTUutoWe9I/AAAAAAAAAwA/YFtkKc3ttyI/s1600-h/DSC04135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpTUutoWe9I/AAAAAAAAAwA/YFtkKc3ttyI/s200/DSC04135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374154154347756498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpTUu-LUudI/AAAAAAAAAwI/-_yJn3mA2Y8/s1600-h/DSC04136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpTUu-LUudI/AAAAAAAAAwI/-_yJn3mA2Y8/s200/DSC04136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374154158789409234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while waiting for sufee. ignore the hair pls. i suka toncet kalau kat uitm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpTUvchpTBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/CubPqf0A1NE/s1600-h/DSC04137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpTUvchpTBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/CubPqf0A1NE/s200/DSC04137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374154166936095762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;25/8/09 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bgn pagi seperti biasa, masuk kelas, blaja walaupun mengantuk dan sejuk. class pada pukul 10 juga dibatalkan. pada pukul 6.30 saya keluar untuk menemani kak mira berbuka. balik, mandi, online dan menonton the arrival. kemudian saya mengamuk. BURST! sumpah saya tak faham apa lagi yang dia nak. sumpah saya dah jadi cukup penyabar. ahh. sakit hati. sumpah, saya dah tak taw nak buat apa. penat sgt sbb saya sorg sorg yang cuba gila gila untuk buat kitaorg ok balik dan cuba sdaya upaya untuk selamatkan relationship ini. im speechless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;26/8/09 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bgn pagi seperti biasa, pergi kelas pukul 8. masuk lab, apa lagi. online lah. tgk tu, tgk ni. dan saya jumpa twilight moon punya poster. tak sabar nak tgk :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpTUv9VZ-uI/AAAAAAAAAwY/n_hwlhzFZ1Q/s1600-h/293_newmoon_poster_stewart_kristen_lc_080309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpTUv9VZ-uI/AAAAAAAAAwY/n_hwlhzFZ1Q/s200/293_newmoon_poster_stewart_kristen_lc_080309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374154175743130338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;kemudian kelas pukul 10 pun dibatalkan, balik bilik, tdo. haha. bgn pukul 1.30, PM Noor Izzah called me dan cakap dia tak sihat dan suroh saya bgtaw semua orang :) gila best wehh, semua class cancel. heaven sorg sorg dalam bilik. yeay!&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/8209165481450645903-7317348275932458346?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7317348275932458346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7317348275932458346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-ramadhan.html' title='Happy Ramadhan'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SpTUutoWe9I/AAAAAAAAAwA/YFtkKc3ttyI/s72-c/DSC04135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-2818399656060945599</id><published>2009-08-19T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:51:56.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain, go away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye by Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could honestly say you've been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Since I woke up today, up today&lt;br /&gt;I look at your photograph all the time&lt;br /&gt;These memories come back to life&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I don't mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember when we kissed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I still feel it on my lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The time that you danced with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With no music playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember the simple things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember til I cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But the one thing I wish I'd forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The memory I wanna forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I woke up this morning and played our song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And through my tears I sang along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I picked up the phone and then put it down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Cause I know I'm wasting my time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I don't mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember when we kissed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I still feel it on my lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The time that you danced with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With no music playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Cause I remember the simple things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember til I cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But the one thing I wish I'd forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The memory I wanna forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Suddenly my cellphone's blowing up with your ringtone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hesitate but answer it anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You sound so alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I'm surprised to hear you say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You remember when we kissed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You still feel it on your lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The time that you danced with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With no music playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You remember the simple things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We talk til we cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You said that your biggest regret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The one thing you wish I'd forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is saying goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saying goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*This is excatly what i feel. Can't really stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;about him. Can't forget about our memories. I keep on thinking&lt;br /&gt;about the simple things. His pictures is the only thing i have left.&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't call. No more ringtone&lt;br /&gt;Love Story by Taylor Swift. No more received a text msg from Nasrul.&lt;br /&gt;No more received a msg saying that&lt;br /&gt;I love you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTA2ODIxMjE*MzgmcHQ9MTI1MDY4MjU2MjQwNyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWQ*MjYyNTZlMGY3NTQ*YTBhNWEyNzRiOWJmZmM3ZjI4.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" style="width: 219px; height: 35px;" height="35" width="219"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=27686660&amp;amp;path=2009/08/19&amp;amp;mycolor=111111&amp;amp;mycolor2=99CCCC&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=219&amp;amp;oh=35"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&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/8209165481450645903-2818399656060945599?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2818399656060945599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2818399656060945599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/08/pain-go-away_19.html' title='Pain, go away.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-8000143108155789877</id><published>2009-08-19T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:56:34.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday.. hm. What actually can I say about yesterday. My boyfriend left me. Yes, he broke up with me. I didn't know where it went wrong. I love him, sumpah sgt sgt! More than anyone. But the world is being unfair to me. He take my soul away from me. How am i gonna go through my life without u? U complete me. How can u say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'everything will be fine'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;? Im here alone waiting for u to come back. But yet, I received nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How can u act like nothing happen? Don't u miss me? Don't u need me? How could u just leave me? Don't u love me? We have been together for 7 months ++. Don't u remember the memories that we have? Don't u appreciate the thing that i have done for u? I came to UTP, I buy u a boxer, my commitment to u, my love, PD trip, Teluk batik? I  sedih nas, never thought we will end up this way. This is too fast! We dreamed about alot of things. I won't let u go. I will never ever forget about u. I just don't know how to get over this thing. I'm tired nas, because I can't stop crying. Whatever I do, it reminds me of u. Whenever I think of u, I'm gonna cry and it's hard for me to stop it. U just don't know how I suffer from this. I can't take it. I dont know how to describe it, but it's too painful. I have never feel like this before. This is the toughest. Why are u doing this to me? U know i need u. U know i love u. U know it very well. It's killing me. It's better for u to kill me than doing this to me. I miss you, so much. It hurts. I want u, please :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 1 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't sleep last night. I can't even study. I got Management test this friday. I woke up at 7.20 am. Blur. I just don't know what to do. Thinking about last night. Look at my phone. Nothing. Zero msgs and zero missed calls. Suddenly my tears fall down out of nowhere. I just sat on my bed with empty mind. I took bath and off to class. I got BEL 311 this morning. Get into the class and sit at my usual place. Turn on the computer and just stare at the screen. I day dreamed alot. I can't even recall what the lecturer have said to me. I laugh. But i don't know why am i laughing. Maybe I'm just faking it. Every 1 second I will look at my phone. Just to check if there's any msgs. Sadly, still zero. Class finished at 4. For my FIN class just now, I'm trying very hard to stay focus. But it's just too hard. I keep on thinking about him. Hm. My body was there but my mind is not there. Haih. Sorry mak, Sorry abah. I know u're worried mak, but I'm try really hard to be okay. Get into my room and I feel I can't take it anymore. I just lying on my bed and again, my tears fall down without stoping. I grab my phone. I miss him. I wanna call him. He sounds okay. I cant stop myself from crying. Bengkak bengkak semua dah. hm. I know i have to be strong, I've TRIED okay. But i guess, I just can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 2 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will be continue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;P/s : Thanks to Malina, for the blog. hm. I syg u ok beb? Don't worry. I tak buat benda benda bodo such as smoking sume tuhh. If i tak syg diri i, sapa lagi nak syg kan? Thanks again :(&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/8209165481450645903-8000143108155789877?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8000143108155789877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/8000143108155789877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-in-time.html' title='better in time'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-1680607824556647273</id><published>2009-08-18T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:10:39.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;god, help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-1680607824556647273?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1680607824556647273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1680607824556647273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/08/pain.html' title='pain,'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-5866840552532451988</id><published>2009-08-17T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:24:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fck!</title><content type='html'>u throw it? bodohhhhhhh! it was mine! ergh. babi lah. kalau kau tak nak, bagi org lah pas kat aku puki. bangang kau ni. otak letak kat mana. bole kau buang. sampai mati pun kau tetap bodoh! stupid ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-5866840552532451988?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5866840552532451988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5866840552532451988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/08/fck.html' title='fck!'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-1407247942582551976</id><published>2009-08-16T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:44:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks to yin, she introduced this song to me, Goodbye by Miley Cyrus. serious shit, best gila. to a broken hearted girl, u should listen to it ohh :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh i want to share this love story with you. Coffee Prince. pergh. gila best. i love it because that guy macam sgt syg kat this girl eventhough perempuan ni macam tomboy. and this guy suka gila kacau this girl. pastu pastu, everytime this guy pandang to that girl, dia akan senyum yang macam gila gila happy. i hope N will feel the same towards me. haih. then ada another couple ni, i have always wanted to live like the way they lived. ada rumah sendiri, then masak together, spend time always. pastu ada 1 time ni, that girl hilang. that guy nanges nanges hoping for her to come back. then 1 hari ni that girl balik, dia balik rumah lelaki tuh. terus tdo dalam bilik. then this guy baru balik from work, masuk masuk bilik je dia nampak that girl tgh tido atas katil. dia nanges kot, and dia tdo hug that girl. bila bgn pagi je, that girl tgk the guy tgh hug dia, dia suka kot. awwww, best en. adoiii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh. kenapa dulu time kat skola i tak masuk school band? atleast i know how to play music instrument. then kat uitm ni bole sambung masuk brass band lagi, meneruskan tradisi mak, kan kan? haha. best kot. ttbe teringin ohhhh. adoi. menyesal. kalau lah i pandai main -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cita cita saya, bila dah habis degree, nak bekerja di Bank Negara Malaysia. haha. ttbe en. i taw. on last saturday, i ada seminar. so one of the speaker is from Bank Negara Malaysia. and fyi, she is a former student in uitm segamat also. haa. diploma in investment analysis jgk, degree in finance. hah, amek kau. if she can do it, of course i also can. haa. so since then, i think she is my idol and i want to be like her. working in Bank Negara Malaysia. yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and to all the idiots in Myspace, stop sending me stupid messages. bole tak? bodo ke apa eh? adoii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;'can we be friends?, sweet girls, hye awak and etc..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; please lah, geli taw! tlg jangan send lagi benda benda bangang tuh and jangan harap ah org nak reply. grr. and ada org kat ms ckp i mix? haha buta eh? mmg tak ahh gila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and this morning i bgn awal just to basuh baju and gosok all of my baju. then ptg tu bole pulak hujan. mmg lah, haha. kelam kabut i turun angkat. and kak mira, dont be sad. u can go through it. i know u can. and i cant wait to be back this week to meet my family, and my baby shisha! hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-1407247942582551976?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1407247942582551976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1407247942582551976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/08/thought.html' title='thought.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-5801776851068785704</id><published>2009-08-15T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:28:34.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hello to goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay. its been awhile i didnt update my blog. i guess i can only update my blog once a week. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;monday - 10th august.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bgn pukul berapa tah. tak igt. hehe. then at 2pm i pergi class. until 6pm. damn. gila lapar oh. tgk org makan. i puasa. ishh. balik bilik, golek golek with kak mira and suddenly i got this idea in my mind 'kak mira, sajrah rasa nak main 3G lah. pinjam phone jap.' then we both tuka simcard. tapi tak bole. i dah sedih ni. sbb i thought nak surprise kan my mum. huhu. try again with kak mira punya simcard. OMG! dapat dapat. im so excited oh. i am so fucking miss my mum and my dad and sara and semua org lahh! HA-HA. i miss home :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then dapat, my mum answer, and i terus jeritttttttttt makkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!! haha getting all excited ttbe oh. then i ask mak to call kak mira balik. then 3G lah until i bukak puasa. aww love you mak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tuesday - 11th of august&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i woke up at 8am. got class for the whole day and i am all stress up sbb i got my macroeconomics test tonight. argh. haguuuu. sumpah cuak and guess what? i messed up. i lupa everything. time tgh test my mum txt cakap 'angah, mak nak 3G bole?' and she send me another msg, 'sorry, mak lupa angah ada test. goodluck'. after test tu i terus call my mum and cakap i tak bole buat semua. mak try to make me ok balik. dia kata 'alaa jgn risau lah.' and i was like aww, i love you mak. then i call malina. she didnt pick up. kteorg txt je lahh. and thanks, u always be my motivator. i mean the best motivator. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wednesday - 12th of august&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ada class pagi tuhh. and guess what, i tido in the class. suka hati je kot. adoii. then from 10 to 2 pm i tdo. pergh. tu pun tak cukup lagi. haha. then for finance class, pergi and gelak gelak with the lecturer. sumpah fun gila. and balik tu i sambung tgk coffee prince. aww, sumpah! cite tu best gila babi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;thursday - 13th of august&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i got management class kat lab. kena buat website. then 1 of my classmate, i think nama dia fitri hakim. mmg dia my classmate, tapi sumpah tak pernah cakap ngn dia. dia kena ddk sebelah i sbb lab dah penuh. then ttbe dia tanya 'wey sajrah, kau ddk bukit indah?' and i jawab 'yea, mana taw?' dia pulak ckp 'kenal ajim, amar and rizal semua tak? aku skola bukit indah dulu' lahh ye ke. haha. i mcm pelik gila. igtkan dia tak taw nama i. ttbe dia taw mana i stay semua. haha. gila enn. and i have to ajar dia semua. adoi. then for class mandarin, lagi tak senonoh perangai i. pakai hood then dgr ipod. sumpah. i macam takda mood sgt. tak taw lah knp. hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday - 14th of august&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jeng jeng jeng! test finance hari ni. gilaaaaaaaaaaaa. and yin did told me about her relationship. pity her, sumpah. i geram gila. rasa macam nak tumbuk je muka laki tu. i hari hari jumpa yin so i can see that she's in pain but trying to fake the smile. haih. guys will always be guys. but yin, u have to be strong yeaa. i know u will be okay somedayy. and for my test FIN, i tak cukup masa. habis test je, i mandi hujan! haha. sumpah best. lama kot tak mandi hujan. hehehe. then, malam tu i mengamuk gila. sumpah fuck gila. benci weh, benciiiiiii! suka hati lah, dah besar bole pk. i terus call malina and ckp everything. i nanges kat dia. i tak taw knp i bole nanges over this thing. and again, she motivates me. and she is totally right. buat apa i nak smoke jgk. shisha je. and i love myself. aku taknak mandul weyy. aku nak anak! HAHA. nak bagi cucu kat mak abah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;saturday - 15th of august&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ada seminar on company analysis, VIVA. then i cuci baju and layan lagu sedih. dgn poyo nya, i menangis. haha silly me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-5801776851068785704?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5801776851068785704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5801776851068785704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/08/say-hello-to-goodbye.html' title='Say hello to goodbye.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-7969272039575723592</id><published>2009-08-10T03:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T04:27:16.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the??</title><content type='html'>i have been through the worst week ever. this is my blog. so i think i can talk any of my shit in here. am i right? haha. well, kalau korg nak kutuk or bahan bahan i or my blog, go ahead then. tapi tanggung dosa masing masing yea. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;monday, 3rd august.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bangun nisa kejut at 10 smtg and off to library to meet syida. huhu. then makan and jumpa Pegawai Kokurikulum. nak tuka KO actually. tapi tak dapat. hampa. hm. fine la. terpaksa la every week balik hari Jumaat after 5 pm. grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesday, 4th august&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;busy with classes. and i find out that this semester UiTM tak ada study week. GILA!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday, 5th august&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy with classes also. nothing much i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday, 6th august&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill sket, class tak banyak. but segamat dah berjerebu. tak best, everyday pakai mask. grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday, 7th august&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish my classes at 12. then makan. after makan ada 4 org juniors datang bilik and nak my signature. biasa lah, junior and senior stuff. haha. then i ada KO. after KO, keluar to segamat to beli barang and makan. then balik i ada meeting, then mandi and tdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saturday, 8th august&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bgn at 10 smtg, potong potong cabbage and makan. sumpah! penat gila. at 1 smtg i tdo balik and bgn at 3pm. after that mandi and off to NADIIA'S Family Day. woah, penat. but best. haha. serious. malas nak type actually. then malam tu i buat coleslaw with kak mira. gosh. fucking tired.  malam ada barbeque and stuff, i had fun. to the people who make me smile that night, the advise u guys gave to me, thank you so much. that night, smtg bad happen. hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sn8wIwxgSYI/AAAAAAAAAv4/K1ZLFvHxzXk/s1600-h/DSC05111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sn8wIwxgSYI/AAAAAAAAAv4/K1ZLFvHxzXk/s200/DSC05111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368062207938546050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sn8wIDZrq-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/3IUQJSrBLfQ/s1600-h/DSC05109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sn8wIDZrq-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/3IUQJSrBLfQ/s200/DSC05109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368062195759033314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sn8wH0Zb7OI/AAAAAAAAAvo/kqcPWF_rmEk/s1600-h/DSC05108-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sn8wH0Zb7OI/AAAAAAAAAvo/kqcPWF_rmEk/s200/DSC05108-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368062191731469538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faizul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sn8wHjzfX1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/2xdugn2OOjk/s1600-h/DSC05105-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sn8wHjzfX1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/2xdugn2OOjk/s200/DSC05105-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368062187277344594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak mira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sunday, 9th august&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pergi spa! ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : not to worry N, since u dont like i write about you, i wont ok. everything i simpan je ok. tapi thanks for the 'best' week ever. i really enjoy it. thanks for making me 'smile' every single day. THANKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-7969272039575723592?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7969272039575723592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/7969272039575723592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/08/what.html' title='What the??'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sn8wIwxgSYI/AAAAAAAAAv4/K1ZLFvHxzXk/s72-c/DSC05111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-5694657364866603071</id><published>2009-08-02T08:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T09:17:32.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syg, i love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the title up there is for nasrul. idk. suddenly i teringat kat dia. hm. ok. my holiday for this week (h1n1) quite ok. my favourite part is i dah belajar buat cupcakes and i pergi UTP just to see my nasrul. then, i tak taw dia balik because he said that dia tak balik for this week. tgk tgk dia text me and cakap 'im home'. i was like, WHAT?! sumpah terkejut. so that night i kuar and jumpa dia. but then, i feel like something is not right. mmg i rasa excited nak jumpa dia but then bila jumpa, tah. then we lepak and shisha, after that go and watch movie, The Proposal. I like. huhu. when i watch that movie, i rasa macam i wanna get married now! HAHA. i know right, but then tah. thats how i feel. hee. then i balik, i senyap all the way. tah, theres too much in my head. the next day, i kuar with him. petang jugak lahh. cari barang semua. again, things turn out wrong. i mean, i excited. but him, tah. penat kot. dia senyap, i senyap lah. bila i ckp awal awal tu, semangat i nak cite dia tak bg respon. then cakap, i tak taw nak buat dia gelak, i tak buat dia cakap. tah laa. i tak faham dah. sumpah sedih gila. and dia takot nak kiss i. arghhh. sumpah sedih ok. sumpah! mmg i terasa bila dia ckp why he didnt text me. sbb i tak byk cakap. tapi i diam. mmg i act normal sbb i tak nak dia emo. tapi i simpan dalam. yes maybe u nampak msg i ckp kat malina i nak berubah, tu sbb nak cover i punya sedih. i hate changes and its hard for me to change to someone new. i know, if i emo because of this, u tak kan kesa. i mean, u akan buat biasa je. jangan risau, i will be fine. tapi honestly i cakap, i mmg sedih. sorry syg. btw, enjoy your holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to malina : help me and i need your support for me to change to be someone new. i love you beb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to a guy who didnt like to text me : i love you so much. i miss you. and i hope we will last forever. i know im not the best for you, but i know u are my best boyfriend eventhough u always hurt me. sayang you no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-5694657364866603071?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5694657364866603071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/5694657364866603071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/08/syg-i-love-you.html' title='syg, i love you.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-3985431108469175004</id><published>2009-07-30T01:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T02:59:23.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When bestie get together part 3 (final)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;29th of July 2009&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;10 am to 1.25 am&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur - Universiti Teknologi Petronas, Perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i bangun gila awal. 7 am. hah. amik kau, tapi sanggup and i've waited for this day to come because i nak pergi UTP to surprise my syg kat sana. i nak bagi dia cupcakes yang i buat and i am so fucking miss him. huhu. he didnt know that im coming. huhu excited ok. before pergi, me malina and fazre pergi makan kat BK kat restoran jejantas sg buloh. lapar ohh. then after perut dah kenyang, kami meneruskan perjalanan. haha all the way tu i pk mcm mana nak surprise kan budak tonggek ni. abt 3 hours on the road, sampai jugak kat UTP. then kena bagi ic semua sbb nak amek visitor pass. then the guard tanya nak g mana, kteorg tiga dah blurr. haha. so nak tak nak, have to call nasrul and tanya abt his block semua. i call cakap konon konon malina kat UTP with her mum nak bagi cupcakes yang i buat kat nasrul. thank god tak kantoi. pandai en i menipu. haha. then the guard bagi direction how to sampai sana but then kteorg sesat jugak. hee. malina lah call nasrul berlakon macam dia ngn mak dia tgh cari nasrul. huhu. agak lama mencari yea. terima kasih. haha. then atlast jumpa. i menyorok lahh. then bila dia dah datang, tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. i pun kuar kete. haha. sumpah muka dia macam muka org tak percaya sgt. haa. sng cite, muka yang sgt priceless. dia macam tak percaya yang i datang. dia igt dia mimpi kot. huhu. seriously syg, i am willing to do anything just to see that reaction again. i love you. sumpah i suka tgk muka u time tuhh. comel plus blurr. i likeee. then ttbe je hujan, kami pun berlari menuju ke dalam kereta. tanya nas nak pergi mana, dia lagi blur drpd kteorg. haha. his blurry face and action make him look cute, seriously. aww. then we decided to lepak at the cafe lahh. tgh duduk situ, ada org datang bagi mask. haha. tu hah, laki bini tu semangat gila nak pakai. haha. and time nas beli makanan, gila ah bontot dia, terbaikkk! tonggek. hahahhaha. dah makan makan, kteorg ttbe rasa nak pergi pantai sume. then semua cakap ok, tunggu nasrul siap semua, then we off to Teluk Batik. i suka bau perfume nasrul. hee. then, all the way i hug ngn nas. gila rinduu kot. dah sampai pantai tuh, apa lagi. ada yang kena angkat lahh. lari lari lah. piggy back from my baby. aww, and i love the part when i tipu abt his sliper. he thought his sliper dah kena curi but bila i bgtaw i yang simpan sliper dia, dia terus angkat i kott. hahhhaha. and kat that beach tu lahh, i bg the cupcakes to him. we had a great time, seriously. then pergi makan and nak hantar dia balik UTP balik. agak sedih la act. time dah sampai, dia kuar kete semua i rasa macam sedih gila. macam tak nak lepaskan dia, and i feel like i wanna stay with him. seriously. even words cant describe the moment that i had with him. what can i say, i am willing to do anything for nasrul zukri. i miss him, so i go to perak just to see him. even i cant believe what i am doing but yes, this is because of love. haih. i wanna stay there with him. hm tah la. yang i taw, i will never ever forget this day. btw, happy first annie to malina and fazre. thanks you guys. and to nasrul, i love you so much and i miss you. hope to see you soon. and syg, i suka tgk u hari ni. ada time u hensem ada time u comel. tapi takda buruk pun. sumpah i suka! 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363946638302652082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SnCRC1sgGkI/AAAAAAAAAts/qK4luW3k7TY/s1600-h/roxy104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SnCRC1sgGkI/AAAAAAAAAts/qK4luW3k7TY/s200/roxy104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363946634157759042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SnCQsx7K4UI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ygCfnmj0HR0/s1600-h/roxy098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SnCQsx7K4UI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ygCfnmj0HR0/s200/roxy098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363946255188418882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dia makan my cupcakes :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SnCQspBrspI/AAAAAAAAAtc/OLv7rNo4jt4/s1600-h/roxy070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SnCQspBrspI/AAAAAAAAAtc/OLv7rNo4jt4/s200/roxy070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363946252799816338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im wearing his surfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SnCQrmycDnI/AAAAAAAAAtE/QzU8Zv76cNM/s1600-h/DSC05059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SnCQrmycDnI/AAAAAAAAAtE/QzU8Zv76cNM/s200/DSC05059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363946235019136626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SnCQry6Y1aI/AAAAAAAAAtM/vOlZ6tQTyns/s1600-h/DSC05073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SnCQry6Y1aI/AAAAAAAAAtM/vOlZ6tQTyns/s200/DSC05073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363946238273705378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laki bini H1N1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SnCQseRLDSI/AAAAAAAAAtU/gqS0PKTs-_I/s1600-h/roxy038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SnCQseRLDSI/AAAAAAAAAtU/gqS0PKTs-_I/s200/roxy038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363946249911995682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waiting for nasrul&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/8209165481450645903-3985431108469175004?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3985431108469175004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3985431108469175004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-bestie-get-together-part-3-final.html' title='When bestie get together part 3 (final)'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/SnCRDaAciiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/6zxoO0iEVO8/s72-c/roxy1413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-6304592459838238074</id><published>2009-07-28T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:20:03.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When bestie get together part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i bangun pukul 9.12am. haha. then call malina kejut dia, and i mandi, makan siap siap semua. off to rumah opah and i mulakan our big project. huhu. my sister, hana tlg sekali. haha. mula mula nak buat tuhh, panic. tak taw sukatan semua. haha lawak gila. muka masing masing blur. haha. then thank god menjadi jugak. masuk kan dalam cup, then masuk dalam oven. huhu. dah siap, busy with the icing pulak. we both buat 2 colours. blue and pink. hee. then dah siap, mula lah kami. nak tunjuk bakat masing masing. hee. tapi i punya abit messy. tak lawa. sumpah. haa. haih. after siap semua, i and malina makan and we both off to KLCC. nak cari barang sikit. after that pergi ampang point jap. and malina langgar kereta orgggg! haha. we both jerit gila gila. rasa macam we both commit crime. kira kitaorg ni langgar lari taw. haa. cuak gila. her hand shaking like gila gila. huhu. and after parking ada this 1 pakcik came to sell his stuff. i was like, takpa la pakcik. tapi i kesian tgk gila, tgh panas tu jalan jalan jadi sales man, penat. kesian. nak cr duit bg makan anak n isteri. haih. kesian. then dah beli barang i balik lahh. penat sgt. that thing, semua suka. especially my dad and sara. huhu. dorg cakap sedap. i tak taw laa. tak sangka first time buat menjadi. haha. takpa. next thing, just wait. will be continue.&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and kteorg buat cupcakes. lupa pulak. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8GZl2HNQI/AAAAAAAAArs/FdY-vZoDwvs/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8GZl2HNQI/AAAAAAAAArs/FdY-vZoDwvs/s200/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363512717947122946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8GZ6rZfmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/8k6MKupr4LE/s1600-h/DSC05047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8GZ6rZfmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/8k6MKupr4LE/s200/DSC05047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363512723539328610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8GaPjK2WI/AAAAAAAAAr8/LTEw0rh8lGA/s1600-h/DSC05048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8GaPjK2WI/AAAAAAAAAr8/LTEw0rh8lGA/s200/DSC05048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363512729141959010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go malina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8GaeCgqgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/vqAxW7UHa2c/s1600-h/DSC05051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8GaeCgqgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/vqAxW7UHa2c/s200/DSC05051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363512733031508482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8GagfGH5I/AAAAAAAAAsM/fULK8AFEiXo/s1600-h/DSC05053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8GagfGH5I/AAAAAAAAAsM/fULK8AFEiXo/s200/DSC05053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363512733688274834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8G5tu7JdI/AAAAAAAAAsU/qxIVCdlljYo/s1600-h/roxy001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8G5tu7JdI/AAAAAAAAAsU/qxIVCdlljYo/s200/roxy001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363513269820270034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8G6Ne2yDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/6H1svGdoV-k/s1600-h/roxy008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8G6Ne2yDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/6H1svGdoV-k/s200/roxy008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363513278342809650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8G6rveF5I/AAAAAAAAAsk/c4fHri3S2qI/s1600-h/roxy015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8G6rveF5I/AAAAAAAAAsk/c4fHri3S2qI/s200/roxy015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363513286465558418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8G61i1jII/AAAAAAAAAss/tprOy6kGCIk/s1600-h/roxy016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8G61i1jII/AAAAAAAAAss/tprOy6kGCIk/s200/roxy016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363513289096924290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8G7HaO6HI/AAAAAAAAAs0/n8_wL1ltR7Q/s1600-h/roxy018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8G7HaO6HI/AAAAAAAAAs0/n8_wL1ltR7Q/s200/roxy018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363513293892675698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8HD0OnKkI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ddOgZ8Vsm7k/s1600-h/roxy020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8HD0OnKkI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ddOgZ8Vsm7k/s200/roxy020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363513443362482754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8209165481450645903-6304592459838238074?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6304592459838238074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6304592459838238074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-bestie-get-together-part-2.html' title='When bestie get together part 2'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sm8GZl2HNQI/AAAAAAAAArs/FdY-vZoDwvs/s72-c/DSC00058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-9027284860248184516</id><published>2009-07-28T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:20:36.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she is love by parachute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been beaten down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been kicked around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But she takes it all for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I lost my faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my darkest days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But she makes me want to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's all I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I had my ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They were all in vain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And she waited patiently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was all the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All my pride and shame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And she put me on my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She is love, and she is all I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when that world slows down, dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when those stars burn out, here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh she'll be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes she'll be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She is love, and she is all I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She is love, and she is all I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She is love, and she is all I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's all I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-9027284860248184516?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/9027284860248184516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/9027284860248184516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-is-love-by-parachute.html' title='she is love by parachute'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-6501665337907565905</id><published>2009-07-28T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:32:03.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm.</title><content type='html'>im wearing the purse yang nas bagi i. and im wearing the nacklace yang  buat ada nama nas. tapi i tgk nas tak pakai wallet yang i bagi and same goes to the rantai S. yea lupa. he hate that wallet. so i guess, i pun tak nak pakai dah both things. want to buy a new one. fine. tq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-6501665337907565905?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6501665337907565905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6501665337907565905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/07/hm.html' title='hm.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-2785006834994986547</id><published>2009-07-27T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:21:07.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When bestie get together part 1</title><content type='html'>okayy. this morning at 11am, i kuar jumpa malina. we both ada project. HAHA. pergi tesco cari barang. haa. malina first time cari barang kat tesco ampang eh? huhu. then pusing la dalam tesco tuh, haa. bole kata tawaf jugak lahh. atlast jumpa jugak barang tuhh. then bayar semua gerak tu bandar baru jap. cr barang lagi. then off to pick up ichak. then pergi KLCC just to park kete and jalan to sg. wang. i beli shades baru. haha. bak kata malina, macam La Senza sgt style dia. hahaha. then off to KLCC balik sbb nak makan. perghhh penat nak mampos. otw balik tu jumpa irween, dia tanya pasal nas. and he said that dia pun nak study kat utp. hahahha. tersentap hah. sampai KLCC terus makan. kebulur. then balik sbb nak beli mknn fr my dad. i hantar mknn then i kuar balik. nak cari kotak tuhh. before that, amek ajim and we off to ampg point. then cari lagi kotak. off to craven pulakk. ajim panggil i sajuu :( sedih i. adoii. and kat craven i look so miserable. haa. thats me. selagi benda tak settle, selagi tuh takbole ddk diam. the whole day, kepala i sakit sgt. and telinga pun sakit. selsema lagi. sakit tekak. adoii. sgt tak larat. and tmrw ada big project lagi ngn malina. a bit busy until wednesday. huhu cant wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-2785006834994986547?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2785006834994986547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2785006834994986547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-bestie-get-together.html' title='When bestie get together part 1'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-3525187419180856192</id><published>2009-07-26T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:50:39.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad masuk hospital. gila kan? my mum call cakap abah sakit jantung, masuk wad. i terus nanges kat situ jugak. thank god time tuh kak mira ada. so she terus hug me. the next morning, i terus balik KL. so on thursday morning i dah sampai KL. about 12 smtg, off to hospital to see my dad. i sedih kot tgk my dad atas katil tu sbb sblm ni dia tapenah sakit or masuk hosp. he didnt smoke, tapi ntah la. maybe nasib masing masing kan. so on thursday and friday i tgk my dad la. dtg tghari and ptg. but on friday afternoon, my syg balik KL. I mestilah excited tapi bila pk dia penat penat balik KL, kesian. hm. tapi lps tu apa lagi, berjoli la. hahah my mum tanya, 'angah nak pergi mana ni?' and i jwb 'yah nak kuar ngn nasrul jap'. haha then my mum bole ckp 'padan la kau nampak bernyawa' HAHA selama ni yah tak bernyawa la eh mak? hahah pastu ptg tu i lepak ngn nas jap, then dia hantar i pergi hosp la. malam nak jumpa lagi. haha. on 24/07/09, my mum nak jumpa nasrul. haha. nas dah sampai my hse, then mak ckp suro nas jumpa mak. ahha. so i pun ckp kat nas and sumpah! dia cuak gila. menggelabah. haha. kesian dia, tak prepare apa apa pun kan. tapi my mum ok. kalau i jadi nas pun i gelabah sikit kot. haa. nak jumpa parents dia? biar dulu la. im not ready yet. how can i frgt this day. the first guy u i bawak jumpa mak. huhu. then lepak lepak kat nz, i tersentap. they (nasrul &amp;amp; syakib) were talking about something which i dont like. not dota. dnt misunderstand me. balik, merajuk. then the next day which is saturday, i have to go back to sgmat bcause i have to attend modul. tghari i chow, balik KL balik. sampai sampai je KL, i terus siap and nasrul dtg amek i. i tersentap lagi, i mintak tlg dia tapi dia tak tlg pun. hm. bf ke tuh? then off to carrefour ampg to cari buah fr my dad. nas nak dtg visit my dad. dah beli tu, dia makan n off to the hospital. and this is the first time i bawak my bf jumpa my dad and my aunts. dia sgt pemalu, and ada this 1 part, mak asked him to sit. then dia ddk kat tepi katil tu sopan gila. SUMPAH comel! huhu. thank god my dad ok ngn dia. then kami pun balik lahh. otw nak lepak tuh, nas bole ckp i gila sbb tu i kena pergi terapi. thanks nas! alot! then time tgh makan, i dpt taw mcm ada this 1 girl nak kenal ngn dia. fck la. mmg hari aku seronok. then time lepak ngn syakib, lagi skali, i tersentap. ckp pasal ex. bkn nak mara apa. tapi tah. i had a great night i guess. hm. then esoknya, mama cakap 'nas tu hensem. jaga dia baik baik. kalau bole stay ngn dia.' and busu pulak ' badan nas tu tough' and fatin pulak 'aah, nas tu tonggek'. so the conclusion is, everyone likes Nasrul including my parents. alhamdulillah. lega sgt sbb dah bawak nas jumpa my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;p/s : syg, im proud of u. sumpah. i taw u punya takot tu sgt sgt takot tapi u still have the courage and braveness to jumpa my parents. thanks. and u look great with the baju yang sgt formal tuh. thanks once again sbb jumpa my parents and datang tgk my dad kat hosp. i love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-3525187419180856192?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3525187419180856192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3525187419180856192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my.html' title='oh my.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-1928189737458475992</id><published>2009-07-20T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:14:59.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dah lama rasanya tak update my blog. i am feeling so down for the past two weeks ni. so i malas. ni pun tah la knp ttbe rasa nak update. hm. dari hari i balik sgmt hari tuh, dah 2 minggu i balik. homesick people. i tak taw knp but sem ni i rasa i benci segamat so much. serious. while im in segamat, nasrul is too busy with his stuff. and i am all stress out because too much things to handle. at that time, no one feel the pain that i feel inside including nas. every night nanges. and i dont even know why. lets not talk about that. this week i balik, nas amek i. then pergi makan. the next day, tgk midnight movie with him and on sunday i jumpa nas kejap je. less than 1 hour. and i nak bagi dia cupcakes. tapi kedai tu buat macam bangang. haih. now i feel sad. sbb i tak nak balik segamat. i wanna stay at home. please. i hate segamat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-1928189737458475992?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1928189737458475992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1928189737458475992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/07/tah.html' title='tah.'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-3848417488405344918</id><published>2009-07-05T02:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:27:47.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dearest Nasrul,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-1C762EtI/AAAAAAAAArk/uQQNN1PfQDc/s1600-h/n7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-1C762EtI/AAAAAAAAArk/uQQNN1PfQDc/s200/n7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354697544015680210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sayang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am sorry if i banyak susahkan you all this while. Thanks for the best two months. Baru tadi i jumpa u and now u dah takda dengan i and i will be far away from u. Lately ni i banyak nanges depan u and i am sorry. Kalau dulu, nak jumpa je, syg jom jumpa, jom! huhu. But now, tah la. i dah takda kat KL. I sedih sgt nak tinggalkan u. Sumpah syg. Everytime i fikir pasal u mesti i nanges. Ni tadi kita baru lepas on the phone. I rasa happy sgt sgt u cakap cakap and bebel bebel. Bila i dengar i rasa nak nanges. I suka tgk u happy. Im gonna miss u syg, so much! U know how i love u kann. And syg, lps ni sape nak buat i happy kalau i sedihh? Sape nak buat i gelak? Everytime i nanges dengan u, mesti u akan buat i gelak balik. Never fail syg. I rindu nanti dengan u. I rindu nak tgk muka u, ur eyes, ur voice. I mesti rindu nak dgr u nyanyi. Sape lagi nak nyanyi kat i. Sape lagi nak panggil i buncit? Nanti sape nak layan perangai gila u? I dah takda. And i rindu nak dengar u jerit dalam kereta. I miss every single things about u syg. eventhough its a small things. Sape nak kacau i lagi. Haih, ya allah. sedih sgt syg. i tak nak tinggalkan u. tell me everything is gonna be ok. mata kita dah bengkak bengkak kan. argh. i tak taw nak ckp macam mana. tapi i just wanna say that im so gonna miss u. nanti rantai nas ni i tak kan bukak, gambar i tampal kat board, wrapper tu bila i pandang i igt u, bj u yang i nak tu nanti i pakai, and the teddy yang u bagi, i peluk every night. im trying my very best to take all of our memories with me. i nak igt u selalu. thats why. hm. and syg, i love u so much. u pergi camp tuhh, be careful. mesti hensem pakai kemeja. rugi i tak dapat tgk. i akan balik if i bole balik ok syg? kalau i rindu u, i tgk video ketam u ok? nanti mesti i senyum sorg sorg bila tgk all your pictures. hm. thank you for everything syg. u are the bestest bf ever eventhough u gila DOTA. u sangat baik dengan i. i will always remember u. i tak taw bila i akan stop sedih macam ni. apa apa pun syg, I love you so much. I sayang u sgt sgt, more than anything. i rindu u sangat, SUMPAH. take care &amp;amp; i love u, always do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-3848417488405344918?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3848417488405344918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/3848417488405344918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-my-dearest-nasrul.html' title='To my dearest Nasrul,'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-1C762EtI/AAAAAAAAArk/uQQNN1PfQDc/s72-c/n7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-582083931204976526</id><published>2009-07-05T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:28:54.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerleading Competition 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-a7Xcd6YI/AAAAAAAAArU/3X_sRA9qikk/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-a7Xcd6YI/AAAAAAAAArU/3X_sRA9qikk/s200/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354668826663184770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-a7APS-jI/AAAAAAAAArM/1orJwMS4aAw/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-a7APS-jI/AAAAAAAAArM/1orJwMS4aAw/s200/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354668820433926706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;4th of July 2009&lt;br /&gt;Stadium Putra Bukit Jalil&lt;br /&gt;9am - 6pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, today is cheer comp. and hari ni last day i kat KL. hm. so nasrul pick me up at my place at 9 smtg and we off to Malina's to pick her up. huhu. then hantar dia pergi craven sbb dia nak naik dengan fazre. haa. then gerak to Stadium Putra Bukit Jalil. i am so happy sebab ada nasrul and impian i ngn malina tercapai. nak double date. HAHA. then kami semua ni teruja nak tgk adele and xavier. xavier not bad, okay la jgk. but adele, no cmnt. huhu. and syg, sorry sbb i jerit jerit tadi. sakit telinga ey? sorry sgt sgt. huhu. semangat xavier lah u. then lps xavier perform, gerak balik. huhu. tak balik lah act, pergi sunway. haa. then i emo dalam kereta sbb nas ckp pasal perempuan mana tah. sampai sunway jumpa malina n i pergi beli brg jap. i saja suro nasrul pilihkan sbb nanti i akan igt dia. hee. then i n nasrul makan kat wendy's. not bad, sdp jugak. pastu nasrul ada ckp, i nak amek gmbr kita last. i dah sedih, takbole makan n tahan je air mata tuhh. pastu i nak balik, hug malina and nanges. then on my way back, i n nasrul nanges gila gila. pastu i amek gambar pasport, i bagi dia satu. and yeah, today im wearing baju yang nasrul bagi. sumpah lawa sgt. then i balik and nasrul tdo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;malam, i jumpa dia lagi. shisha. and i sgt takbole tahan. ni tgh taip pun nanges jgk. i bkn nak jadi poyo but thats the fact. tgh lepak. ada 1 lagu ni sedih gilaaaa, and i dah nak nanges. nasrul dia buat i gelak. hm. sumpah i rindu u nanti. and ni last i jumpa dia. and thanks for the kiss baby :(&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/8209165481450645903-582083931204976526?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/582083931204976526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/582083931204976526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheerleading-competition-2009.html' title='Cheerleading Competition 2009'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-a7Xcd6YI/AAAAAAAAArU/3X_sRA9qikk/s72-c/Image028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-722108442672325929</id><published>2009-07-05T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:03:25.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st of July 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-Shw1r0gI/AAAAAAAAAq8/KA7GRUfR-38/s1600-h/DSC05028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-Shw1r0gI/AAAAAAAAAq8/KA7GRUfR-38/s200/DSC05028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354659590710219266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nas kata dia nampak macho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-SiIedvsI/AAAAAAAAArE/3ITLRRacQK4/s1600-h/DSC05009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-SiIedvsI/AAAAAAAAArE/3ITLRRacQK4/s200/DSC05009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354659597055278786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-ShmbHOiI/AAAAAAAAAq0/JARpjWWje0I/s1600-h/IMAG0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-ShmbHOiI/AAAAAAAAAq0/JARpjWWje0I/s200/IMAG0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354659587914414626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saj's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-ShnvM28I/AAAAAAAAAqs/DNDDbFCkNF4/s1600-h/IMAG0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-ShnvM28I/AAAAAAAAAqs/DNDDbFCkNF4/s200/IMAG0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354659588267105218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my favourite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-ShQeb9UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/vVeh6Qd_pDI/s1600-h/IMAG0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-ShQeb9UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/vVeh6Qd_pDI/s200/IMAG0074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354659582022776130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Port Dickson&lt;br /&gt;1st of July 2009&lt;br /&gt;11 am to 1.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, we both pergi PD okayy. ahaha. Nasrul bawak i. and i pun ikot je lahh. tapi pergi balik hari. just hanging around kat pantai tu je. time on the way, nasrul dengan perangai dia. membebel, menyanyi, menjerit and macam macam lagi. oh gosh, im gonna miss all that, so much ! then kteorg lunch, kat KFC yaww. haha. nasrul makan ayam 3, melampau. haha. pastu balik balik tgk i makan. haa. gila namanya. huhu. after that, pergilah pantai. all the way nasrul membebel, mana pantai ni? haha. tak sabar sabar. ya allah, bapak panasssss. dan putera n puteri lilin mula lah merungut. menyorok di belakang pokok. mmg cun. haha. then time kat pantai tuh, apa lagi. snap snap! haha. nasrul got a new pet. ketam! haha. dia bole main dgn ketam tuh. kesian oh ketam tuhh. hahhaa. mati kot! haa. then he piggy back me, dia angkat i nak campak i, and dia kejar saya. haih. im so not gonna forget about this. i had so much fun with you syg, SUMPAH! then dinner makan satay kajang. haa. and time on the way balik, we both macam sedih gila and nangis. hm. sorry sbb buat u nangis. thanks sbb bawak i pergi PD. i happy gila. sumpah. thanks sbb beli kan i baju kotak kotak tuh. i suka sgt, sumpah. lawa. i love you so much Nasrul Zukri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-722108442672325929?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/722108442672325929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/722108442672325929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/07/1st-of-july-2009.html' title='1st of July 2009'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Sk-Shw1r0gI/AAAAAAAAAq8/KA7GRUfR-38/s72-c/DSC05028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-6373698952889584734</id><published>2009-06-30T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:56:44.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesbo day out :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Skj1MFCtV-I/AAAAAAAAAqc/duriORFiQ_4/s1600-h/Image073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Skj1MFCtV-I/AAAAAAAAAqc/duriORFiQ_4/s200/Image073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352797744990607330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On our way to Pavilion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Skj1LiiWftI/AAAAAAAAAqM/UsGuiaOFM7s/s1600-h/DSC04983-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Skj1LiiWftI/AAAAAAAAAqM/UsGuiaOFM7s/s200/DSC04983-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352797735728086738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Skj1L1cE5UI/AAAAAAAAAqU/hyrR9Cni8Kk/s1600-h/DSC04987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nu_m6LUsetw/Skj1L1cE5UI/AAAAAAAAAqU/hyrR9Cni8Kk/s200/DSC04987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352797740802041154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Credit to Malina :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;29th of June 2009, Monday&lt;br /&gt;12 pm to 6 pm&lt;br /&gt;Klcc &amp;amp; Pavilion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, today kinda macam jejak kasih dengan Malina. Sumpah dah lama tak jumpa kau anak Azman. Taw lah dah jadi diva skrg en. haha. So she pick me up around 12.10pm at my place. Then after i get in the car, me and Malina terus hug each other and jerit jerit. Muka masing masing berseri seri macam org baru lepas kawennnn. haha. Then Malina cakap, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sajie, i dah potong rambut&lt;/span&gt;' and i replied '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alah, potong macam tak potong.&lt;/span&gt;' HAHA. Kesian Malina, excited then i layan dia cam tu en. huhu. Sorry. Then we off to KLCC. All the way tu we both talk about our boyfriend. haha. But then, Malina lagi byk bercerita because i ask her to. Ye la, nak taw who is the guy that Malina deeply in love with. Pot pet pot pet, sampai lah kami di KLCC.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sampai KLCC je, kena jumpa mak Malina. Sumpah segan sbb hari tu terserempak ngn mak dia time i dengan Nasrul. huhu. Dah jumpa, salam salam, saya pun mulakan langkah. Boxer hunting. HAHA. I wanted to buy a boxer for my tonggek, Nas. Ye la, i kan nak balik Segamat dah. So i mmg dah plan lama nak belikan dia something. Then i terfikir, boxer ok gak. So cari cari kat Topman, thank god ada. Sumpah pening pk nak beli saiz apa. haha. So i rasa bontot Nas yang tonggek tuh takda lah besar sgt. I have decided to take size S. Dah beli tu we both gossip about DOTA. haha. Malina tengah on the phone with her Fazre, and dia tanya '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang, u main dota tak?&lt;/span&gt;' then Fazre said, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak, dota tu addictive. Macam budak skola je main&lt;/span&gt;' HAHA. Amek kau. U're lucky beb, boyfriend u tak gila Dota. HAHA. Then we off to Pavilion pulak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sampai je Pavilion, terus cari birthday present Ajim. Masuk Topman, Zara, Pull and Bear and at last dapat cari kat Billabong. haha. And time kat Billabong, i tgh tgk purse je kot. Malina gelak gelak and cakap '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sajie, u ni klaka la&lt;/span&gt;' i dah macam erk? Mengapa tiba tiba. haha. Mission accomplished. I dah cari barang for my baby, Malina pun dah dapat barang for Ajim. Kami sgt lapar. Tah knp, pusing pusing Pavilion je lebihh. Nak makan la konon. Last last end up kat Pelita KLCC jgk. haha. Lawak oh. Sakit kot kaki. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the best part. Me and Malina dah turun kete nak pergi makan ni. Then datang sorg mamak ni. Nak amek order. Ok, dia dah amek order sume, dia bla. Then he came back and tanya apa tah. i tak faham, diam je la. Malina yang layan. Then dia datang balik and berdiri je sebelah Malina HAHA. I was like, WHAT THE HELL? Then i said to Malina ' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beb, mamak tu suka u eh?&lt;/span&gt;' haha. Then Malina cant stop laughing sampai nak tersedak. haha. sorry beb. Pastu i ask Malina to cerita from A - Z about her and Fazre. Mula lah cerita mak joyah. Saya kusyuk mendengar ye. Then datang mamat mana tah. Approach me and give his number on the paper. I terus buat muka and i just put that paper on the table and BLA! HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we off to SMK CONVENT BUKIT NANAS to pick up Marissa. haha rindu sangat kat skolaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! Oh yea, Nasrul called. i ask him '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Syg, u punya boxer what size eh?'&lt;/span&gt; then dia jawab '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;size M&lt;/span&gt;'. I dah macam -.- hampa. hm. Pastu makan kat Kg. Baru and hantar Hafsah balik. All the way back, i pot pet pot pet pasal Nasrul. And i sampai rumah, hug Malina and will see u again on Saturday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After sampai rumah at 6pm, i terus online and tunggu Nasrul to pick me up. Before that i buat some notes for him and put it together with the boxer. Then dia sampai, we off to NZ Wangsa Maju. Shisha semua lahh. On the way there, i bagi Nas boxer tu. I cakap, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syg i belikan u something tadi.&lt;/span&gt;' And he said that dia terharu. So about 10.20pm, he sent me home. Dia sampai rumah, dia try that boxer and thank god! Muatttttt! haha. and he likes it. Dia kata sgt comfyy. aww. Im glad that you like it. Penat saya pilih, takot u tak suka. fuhh. Sebab i nak balik dah, i belikan u something. So, today saya sangat happy dapat berjumpa Malina and&lt;br /&gt; I love you Nasrul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&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/8209165481450645903-6373698952889584734?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6373698952889584734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/6373698952889584734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/06/lesbo-day-out.html' title='Lesbo day out :)'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• tell her she looks beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• look into her eyes when you talk to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• let her mess with your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• just walk around with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FORGIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; her for her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MISTAKES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• look at her like she's the only girl you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• hold her hand when you're around your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• be the one to take her hand, don't make her reach for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• be the one to call her, don't make her always call you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• when she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• get her mad, then kiss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• tease her and let her tease you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• stay up all night with her when she's sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• give her the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• when she's sad, hang out with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• let her know she's important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• let her take all the photos she wants of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• when you fall in love with her, tell her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• and when you tell her, love her like you've never loved someone before&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/8209165481450645903-2219851834566772574?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2219851834566772574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2219851834566772574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-boyfriend.html' title='a perfect boyfriend :)'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8209165481450645903.post-2990761764488507476</id><published>2009-06-28T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:36:55.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you going for this coming homecoming? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;About him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;His Birthday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10th January 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How long have you been together?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6 months &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How long did you know each other before you got together?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;err a week? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What physical features attracted you to him first?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;his eyes :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hair color:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hair style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;err wo bu zhidao. yang saya taw, it looks good on him. hensem :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How did you meet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;myspace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;RELATIONSHIP STUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How serious is it:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;veryyyy seriousssss, yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you in love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;deeply :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do your parents like him:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mak taw pasal dia but i still tak bwk dia jumpa my parents lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does it matter?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of course !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you trust him?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hm. yes no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you have a shirt of his that you sleep with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no, pernah mintak. dia tak bagi :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you like the way he smells:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YES! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you picture having kids with him:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.... yesssssssssss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does he have a temper?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, garang sgt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you happy to be with him:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am sooooooo happyyyyyyyyyyyyy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does he embarrass you in public:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess yes, sometimes. dia tolak org sampai nak jatuh. grr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SOME OTHER STUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does he have any piercings?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope, thank god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does he have any scars that you know of?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is he a party dude or stay at home kind of guy?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he is a DOTA guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is he Outgoing or Shy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shy :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does he love his mama?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would he hang out with you and YOUR friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i dont know, tanya lah dia sanggup tak. asyik tak nak je. sedih :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does he sing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YES, alot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does he snore?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;er, hehe :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you like his friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-2990761764488507476?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/2990761764488507476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I am just tired. I really am. I woke up early today. I told my mum I nak kuar teman Nasrul today. But i guess.. hm. I cant sleep, so i go downstairs, cari ubat selsema and I telan 2 biji. I want to sleep. I need a rest. Yeah, I'm not apart of your life anymore. Totally forgot. Your life is all about Dota, and I am nothing to you. I am mad because i had less time to spend with you. This little thing pun susah nak understand? Speechless. I'm giving up nak mempertahankan our happiness. Now, I got 7 days left. 2 days with Malina. Armaan, Eqbal, Kaled lagi? And other friends? Family lagi? And should I include you? I guess yes. Because I love spending my time with you loser! Eventhough I'm not your life, but I guess you pernah jadi my life once. And it's really hard to get over it. But I am trying. I'm going back to Segamat really soon Nas, less than a week! But you were too busy. When i said something like, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont wanna see you&lt;/span&gt;' then u will act like this '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay, i takda hal. bye&lt;/span&gt;' I said something like that because i am mad! urghh! You wanna know a secret? I bgn awal sbb you. But then, ttbe je I tak ikot kan? Tah, speechless. I think dah 1 month kita tak kuar on saturday. Time I busy la nak ajak kuar. Takpa. Lepas ni I dah takda. I mmg dah takda. Tak kacau u dah. You nak berdota until pagi pun I tak kesah dah. Tapi 1 thing lah. I rasa sedih sgt sbb bila u mara, I try my very best to pujuk u until u okay. But bila time I, you bole marah I balik? Terkilan gila oh. Takpa. I nak balik dah. Good Luck for your game today. I really miss the old times. Dah la, I dah mengantok ni. Don't ask why I changed to be someone that i don't know. Everything is all because of you. hm. You had me at hello, and you lost me at goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. And you will never find a girl like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Don't misunderstand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8209165481450645903-1100214808263287226?l=sajalizaini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1100214808263287226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8209165481450645903/posts/default/1100214808263287226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sajalizaini.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello, GoodBye'/><author><name>Sajrah Alizaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07877736795803205068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XiEdyuxXzIw/TWzOy8l_YUI/AAAAAAAABT4/0AYL7F9z4ts/s220/IMG00725-20110227-0017-1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
