<?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-3135910459942705007</id><updated>2011-09-29T03:51:07.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is Predestined</title><subtitle type='html'>The obstacles of your past can become the gateways that lead to the new beginnings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-8825135410070716227</id><published>2011-01-31T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:41:03.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was just 2 months!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 months being in corporate world.&lt;br /&gt;4 months to go.&lt;br /&gt;hope it ends well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January said bye2.&lt;br /&gt;February said hye2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same goes to my age.&lt;br /&gt;bye-bye 20.&lt;br /&gt;i will meet a new one called 21.&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/3135910459942705007-8825135410070716227?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/8825135410070716227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=8825135410070716227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/8825135410070716227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/8825135410070716227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-was-just-2-months.html' title='It was just 2 months!!'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3143962096264441050</id><published>2010-12-31T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T16:22:16.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know that I can never make u happy</title><content type='html'>Pengorbanan itu menyakitkan&lt;br /&gt;Pengorbanan itu menyeksakan&lt;br /&gt;Pengorbanan itu membinasakan&lt;br /&gt;Pengorbanan itu sia-sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we were being separated since ramadhan till Dec 19,&lt;br /&gt;I never hate u..I care about u..I hope u were at home all the time.&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks u are in Malaysia, I always plan something that can make u happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U said to me before that I will be ur driver, but then I'm currently working. No leave can be made for the interns. I did something bad just to make u happy. In returns, I got nothing. Just the 'ketakutan' covered my whole day and body. I can only bring u out at night or weekends only but u never want to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People makes mistakes. If I was rude to u don't take into heart. Confront me. I hate people talking behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went back home at 6.30pm. I asked u and the others to accompany me to SACC but no one wants. I went to the bank alone, withdrew my allowance just to treat u and the others. I purposely bought u a slice of strawberry marshmallow cake and the others big apple's donuts but no one cares what i'm doing. I waited for almost 1 hour there just to get a fresh donuts. I went around all the shop lots alone. I hate walking here and there alone. End up, when I bring all the foods back home, nobody seems very interested. Disappointment covered my body again. My effort to make people happy worthless, priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sewed for u 2 baju kurungs but u seems not happy with that. U seems not going to bring back ur baju kurung. Sorry, I can't make a perfect baju kurung since I don't know how to sew the kain part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the holiday. I asked u for an outing at pyramid, but then u didn't said anything but u went to follow the other sister of yours to seri kembangan. Upset. I feel upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U said u don't wanna go to penang because u don't feel good. but u never thought of ur cousins that are waiting for u. u never thought of sending ur lil brother back to campus. at least he feels more spiritual to study hard. All u think is ur plan with ur other sister. Truly from my heart I wanna stay home too because I wanna be with u all but then, I don't feel it is a good idea because I will ruin all ur plans, so I decided to follow my parents to penang and see all my cousins. At least, i don't feel that terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I feel great that u did this to me because I know I won't miss u that much when I send u back at the airport. I know tears won't fall down from my sepet eyes because I know I am just a black sheep in the family that always being left out by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx for doing this to me. I love u so much even though u hated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-3143962096264441050?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3143962096264441050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=3143962096264441050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3143962096264441050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3143962096264441050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-know-that-i-can-never-make-u-happy.html' title='I know that I can never make u happy'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-296050238804270863</id><published>2010-12-08T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:27:03.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That old women really pissed me off!</title><content type='html'>I'm working today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working for 4 days since 1 Dec.&lt;br /&gt;Since the first day, I did filing.&lt;br /&gt;Today also, I'm gonna do the filing but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Do I really have the chance to be like a Tax Assistant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I am a Vacation Trainee.&lt;br /&gt;They call the interns as the VTs but not CHEAP LABOR!&lt;br /&gt;It pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;We know we're being paid at the lowest cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We care about EXPERIENCE! not the ALLOWANCE!&lt;br /&gt;Take note of that old lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-296050238804270863?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/296050238804270863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=296050238804270863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/296050238804270863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/296050238804270863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/12/that-old-women-really-pissed-me-off.html' title='That old women really pissed me off!'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-1615200112546994831</id><published>2010-11-18T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:37:57.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaman silam terimbau kembali</title><content type='html'>Tepat jam 12.30 tengah hari pada 12/11/2010 tibanya aku di Kem PLKN Pelangi Hill Resort, Kerling..the best Kem PLKN in Selangor.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masuk je dorm, teringat zaman sekolah dulu. Rindu tak terkira. Katil dan almari bersusun sederet. Lantai licin dan bersih. Same goes to their toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pasang cadar, dan tegangkan. Dalam dorm tu, cadar aku paling tegang. Tak kisah la nak turun pergi surau pun aku tegangkan jugak. Towel, aku tak sangkut kat luar almari yang macam orang lain buat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cakap pasal surau, sekali pun aku tak pernah solat dalam dorm. Tiap-tiap kali masuk waktu aku akan cuba datang awal. Benda ni aku tak pernah buat masa kat asrama. Sekarang baru terasa nak jadi budak baik. Haha. Aku sanggup bangun awal pagi semata-mata nak solat subuh berjemaah. Aku orang first bangun dalam dorm tu sementelah orang lain sibuk dibuai mimpi-mimpi indah mereka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Novel tak dapat dipisahkan. Nasib aku bawak novel, kalau tak memang mati kutu la. Yang mana takde bahan bacaan, nota-nota dalam fail yang dapat dijadikan bahan bacaan. Itu pun apa benda sangatlah yang ada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kesimpulannya, duduk asrama ni memang memberi banyak pengajaran dan pengalaman termasuk yang pahit dan manis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss SEPINTAR ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-1615200112546994831?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/1615200112546994831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=1615200112546994831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1615200112546994831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1615200112546994831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/11/zaman-silam-terimbau-kembali.html' title='Zaman silam terimbau kembali'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-1827110054380128220</id><published>2010-11-14T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:57:19.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warisan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt;Disini lahirnya sebuah cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Yang murni abadi sejati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Disini tersemai cita cita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Bercambah menjadi warisan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Andai ku terbuang tak diterima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Andai aku disingkirkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Kemana harusku bawakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Kemana harusku semaikan cinta ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Betapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Dibumi ini ku melangkah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Ke utara selatan timur dan barat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Ku jejaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Bukanlah seorang perwira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Gagah menghunus senjata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Namun hati rela berjuang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Walau dengan cara sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Demi cinta ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Ku ingin kotakan seribu janji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Sepanjang kedewasaan ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; Ku ingin sampaikan pesanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"   &gt; Aku lah penyambung warisan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejujurnya aku tidak pernah sesekali menghayati bait-bait lirik sesebuah lagu itu tetapi lagu Warisan oleh Allahyarham Sudirman yang penuh dengan mesej ini mampu membuatkan hatiku tersentuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangkap pertama menceritakan tentang tanah air kita yang tercinta dimana kita dilahirkan, tempat kita menimba ilmu, dan juga tempat kita mencari rezeki sehinggalah ke generasi akan datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangkap yang kedua pula mengisahkan tentang apa yang terjadi sekiranya negara kita sendiri dijajah oleh orang lain? Maka, hilanglah Melayu di tanah air, merempat kita di negara sendiri. Mahu kah kita melihat generasi kita dan yang akan datang seperti itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangkap ketiga pula tentang kehidupan kita di negara kita. Bebas melangkah kemana-mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangkap keempat boleh dihuraikan sebagai kita, bangsa Melayu era baru, berjuanglah mempertahankan tanah air kita dengan rela hati. Sanggupkah anda melihat tanah air kita diperkotak-katikkan? Lihat sahaja Lagu Negaraku Ku yang dinyanyikan oleh bangsa cina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangkap yang terakhir, janganlah hanya duduk berdiam diri tanpa melakukan apa-apa. Kotakan lah janji kita supaya hidup kita dan generasi akan datang aman dan makmur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menghadiri program berkaitan kenegaraan tidak pernah memberikan ku kesan yang positif. Semuanya bagaikan mencurahkan air ke daun keladi. Program Destini Kenegaraan adalah program yang dapat memberi kesedaran yang mendalam tentang negara kita yang sedang diancam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teori R.A.H.M.A.N memang sangat menepati dimana ia menunjukkan 6 pemimpin-pemimpin kita di Malaysia semenjak kemerdekaan pada tahun 1957 hingga sekarang ini. Apakah pula nasib kita selepas tamatnya pemerintahan Datuk Seri Najib Razak? Siapakah pemimpin yang seterusnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah peristiwa pada tahun 1511 akan berulang sekali lagi pada tahun 2011?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jagalah negara kita. Sayangkanlah negara kita sendiri kerana Melayu dan Bumiputera sekarang hanya bergantung kepada hak keistimewaan orang Melayu, agama Islam dan juga bahasa kebangsaan kita sendiri. Tanpa semua ini, hilanglah Melayu di tanah air sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesanan buat rakan-rakan yang sudah berumur lebih daripada 21 tahun, pergilah mendaftar sebagai pengundi dan undilah pemimpin anda sendiri kerana hak memilih ada pada tangan anda sendiri. Jangan marahkan orang lain jika pemerintahan jatuh pada tangan orang lain tetapi marahkan diri sendiri jika anda adalah salah seorang yang tidak menjalankan amanah yang diberi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga, sedikit sebanyak ini dapat membantu rakan-rakan menyedari bahawa pentingnya kita mempertahankan tanah air kita daripada dipegang oleh orang lain. Terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destini, BANGSAKU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-1827110054380128220?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/1827110054380128220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=1827110054380128220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1827110054380128220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1827110054380128220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/11/warisan.html' title='Warisan'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-2970357574639621763</id><published>2010-11-11T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T00:41:52.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will write when I think I wanna talk</title><content type='html'>This few days..really makes me feel bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight after my last paper, vrooosshhhh...off I go to Penang and get back home at 1.00am.&lt;br /&gt;Feel sorry for ayah because he drove from Melaka to Shah Alam and fetch me and straight to Penang and back to Shah Alam back. He spent half of his day in the car. Driving all the way from south to north. I offered him once, twice, thrice..badly, Ibu was there, she was very afraid if others drive the car. Maybe we will drive like crazy..like teens always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday..What did I do on Sunday? Perhaps tidying up the house..Oh, can't remember well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, got myself in my room watching Grey's Anatomy and How I Met Your Mother. Other than that? Oh, sleeping all day since my house was sparkled by the electric wire. No fan, no light, waiting for my uncle to come and repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, having an appointment with the person in-charge for the Auditorium and meeting with the sponsors regarding conference hall, exhibition booth and also the dinner hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, finished up with the backdrop and also poster for gala night since I was being asked to promote Gala Night. Owh, I can't find any caption that may attract people. I posted it in the group, and suddenly comment comes in. People commenting about my poster. I really didn't feel good at this time where I spent half of my days doing things that I wasn't supposed to do it, and suddenly people criticizing on my work. I am mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my classmates are going to sit for their last paper at 9am, and I need to go to UiTM early in the morning just to settle all the unsettle things. Also having a meeting at 1pm and followed by my meeting after the grand meeting. Sorry friends, I'm not going to KLCC after the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, preparing myself for a camping at Kem PLKN Kerling. Its hard for me to keep away from camping because I love recreation things. I miss my school days. I wanna turn the time back so that I can be in my school back. I wanna go camping and have fun all the time without thinking of how hard being a university's student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back on Sunday, hope I can make it before night comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-2970357574639621763?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/2970357574639621763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=2970357574639621763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2970357574639621763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2970357574639621763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-will-write-when-i-think-i-wanna-talk.html' title='I will write when I think I wanna talk'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-8028137780187667659</id><published>2010-10-31T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T12:48:38.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan bersama-samanya sangat indah</title><content type='html'>Pada suatu hari, nak dijadikan cerita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika aku sampai sahaja di Multi Level Parking UiTM, aku ternampak sebuah kereta putih (kereta idamanku) sedang mencari tempat untuk memarkir keretanya juga. Banyak kereta pada hari itu dan semuanya sudah memenuhi ruangan kosong yang disediakan. Jadi, aku memarkir di hadapan kereta orang lain sedangkan dia memarkir di tempat yang betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika sedang memanjat bukit menara SAAS, aku mendapati yang mereka yang menaiki kereta putih itu juga mengikuti jejak langkah ku untuk ke PTAR. Ku sangkakan yang mereka ingin ke kelas, rupanya tidak. Aku berjalan menaiki tangga PTAR, terdetik juga dihatiku 'Eh, mamat-mamat ni pun belajar kat sini juga ke?' Lalu aku terus menghantar SMS kepada rakanku yang sudah lama berada di PTAR tentang kehadiran mereka. Malang sekali mereka belajar di Aras 3 dan aku di Aras 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setibanya di meja belajar, aku menceritakan tentang pertemuan aku dengan mereka pada rakan-rakanku. Mereka mula-mula tidak mempercayai dan kemudiannya mereka mempercayai sehingga sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, ko dah kena tipu ngan aku macip..aku x pernah cakap pon ngan mamat tu..borak pon jauh sekali..cakap dalam mimpi ngan die adalah..heheh..jangan marah yerrr..yang jalan beriringan pun x jugakk..die jalan belakang aku adalah..haha..lepas ni, tukar la tempat, belajar kat tempat lain pula eh..hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikhlas dari kawan ko yang suke menipu.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-8028137780187667659?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/8028137780187667659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=8028137780187667659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/8028137780187667659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/8028137780187667659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/10/jalan-bersama-samanya-sangat-indah.html' title='Jalan bersama-samanya sangat indah'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-7431917835932026636</id><published>2010-10-25T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T13:28:58.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rempah Kari Udang Hitam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever heard about Rempah Kari Udang Hitam? Itu sebenarnya adalah masakan khas resepiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like cooking. So, I asked my mum what to cook for breakfast. She said "Jemput-jemput ngan udang ragau taruk cili ngan bawang besar sekali". I mixed up all the ingredients and she fried it. Everyone was enjoyed with the Jemput-jemput Udang Ragau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finished breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: Apa ibu nak masak harini eh? Angah, awak pandai masak ape eh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sambal sardin, sambal udang, sotong kicap reti lah.&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: Tapi semalam dah makan ikan. Masak udang lah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Udang apa? Kari? Kicap? Sambal? Lemak?&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: Karilah. Awak reti masak tak?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tak pernah,tapi cara-cara nak buat tau lah.&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: Masukkan sekali kentang nanti. Masak sekali kubis.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned up the table and wash all the dishes and straight away went upstairs to study.&lt;br /&gt;Click! The clock shows sharp at 11. Oh, my little sister. Need to fetch her from tuition centre. Ibu and ayah went out to fixed their house at section 19. After that I started cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part was tumis daun kari. Succesful! Bau naik and put in the white and red onion until it smells. After that put in 3 senduk of rempah kari udang babas. Here comes the unexpected part.&lt;br /&gt;Nak kering mcam nak terhangus pulak. tambah la minyak lg. It turns into black. i put water but it didnt help at all. Panic came all over my body. I let it on the stove for couple of minutes. The colour still didnt change at all. So, I decided to throw away the previous one and cook using a new rempah. Luckily the second part of Rempah Kari is Rempah Kari Udang Normal. Yeah, I did it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu told me, if u are not used to it, try to put the rempah kari in a cup of water first, then you put it in the periuk. Ok! Next time gonna try again. Heheh. Thanx for the useful information.&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/3135910459942705007-7431917835932026636?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/7431917835932026636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=7431917835932026636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7431917835932026636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7431917835932026636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/10/rempah-kari-udang-hitam.html' title='Rempah Kari Udang Hitam'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-8689387029248504231</id><published>2010-10-15T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:49:11.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jangan jual ikan</title><content type='html'>Lingkup lah nelayan if i said "Stop selling fishes."&lt;br /&gt;dan kebulur jugak lah orang yang makan ikan.&lt;br /&gt;hilang sumber utama protein.&lt;br /&gt;nanti laut tu dipenuhi oleh ikan je sampai mengalahkan populasi manusia sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi tak lingkup seseorang tu if they STOP BEING SELFISH!&lt;br /&gt;tak salah if u help someone who really needs your help.&lt;br /&gt;It happen rarely.&lt;br /&gt;bukannye bile minta tu mempergunakan.&lt;br /&gt;cuma memerlukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada ubi ada batas, ada ubi ada balas.&lt;br /&gt;Budi baik dibalas baik, perkara jahat...lu pikir la sendiri...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-8689387029248504231?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/8689387029248504231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=8689387029248504231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/8689387029248504231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/8689387029248504231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/10/jangan-jual-ikan.html' title='jangan jual ikan'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3755874142545378081</id><published>2010-10-10T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:11:44.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's the girl wearing telekung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TLGC1QXzd5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Jm0enEAEV9w/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess what I'm doing right now? Sitting in front of my laptop and start blogging!! I'm the blogger with my own story. I talked about people sometimes. The girl wearing telekung is me! I'm waiting for Asar actually but it dragged me for almost an hour waiting for Asar. I'm wearing telekung for almost one hour. haha..duduk dalam bilik pun bertutup. bagus betul. haha..&lt;br /&gt;Sedar tak sedar, Syawal just ended and now entering the month of Zulkaedah where muslims started to perform their umrah and haji. same goes to my parents and my youngest sister. They are about to perform their Umrah soon in December leaving the three of us at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am was my company secretarial paper. I think I perform much better than the previous test. I hope to get good carry marks, so that I won't get bad results for this semester. Thanx to sir coz u helped a lot. Hope getting extra marks from you. hehe&lt;br /&gt;now, 4.55 pm, I plan to pray after this and wash my dirty car. Extreme cleaning need to be done but my eyes, half opened. This shows that I am very2 tired. Tonight, no facebook-ing or blogging. focus on the next test. I know I am really teruk in Financial Markets but don't give up girl, u can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, isnin. let us fast ramai-ramai even though Syawal just ended. It is the best diet ever. Drink lots of water during sahur and berbuka. Discipline yourself big fat girl! Oh the best thing about puasa is save money! yeeehooo..can spend on other things that can be part of my long term belongings.&lt;br /&gt;yazid, anis, aizzaty and apis. Off they go to Pyramid menghiburkan apis yang berduka lara. Apis, don't be sad, make sure you earn money when u're working, then u can go to L.A whenever u want. Oh, but don't forget to prepare your visa a month before the actual date. I repeat, a MONTH ok..nanti kena tahan lagi visa tu. To Lzr and Zira, have fun there..Lzr, sampai hati pegi L.A tak reply message aku..sedih tau..maybe orang tu dah beli i-pod touch die kat LA la tu..&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/_yzs2D73iTWg/TLGCqLSzEvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/M-0n-u5lWHs/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TLGCqLSzEvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/M-0n-u5lWHs/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526341878858060530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ini adalah ipod touch Lzr..&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/3135910459942705007-3755874142545378081?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3755874142545378081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=3755874142545378081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3755874142545378081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3755874142545378081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/10/theres-girl-wearing-telekung.html' title='There&apos;s the girl wearing telekung'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TLGCqLSzEvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/M-0n-u5lWHs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-2427481521946879701</id><published>2010-09-30T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T01:36:44.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cite je ape-ape</title><content type='html'>Food really sucks. I lose 2kgs in a week due to puasa ganti. but in just 2 days I gain 3 kgs back. Ouh shoot, that is not 3kgs back tp dah terlebih 1 kg lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am sitting in front of my laptop and start on babbling about anything that came up in my mind. I wrote about everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Gathering really gathered us together where we get closer to each other. Our parents and pak mak sedara look more sweet than before. They are like competing with each other to proof the best and happiest married couple ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, extremely training with no food being filled up in my stomach since last night. I woke at 5am and I drink half bottle of mineral water and I slept back till the clock shows 6.15am, then I woke myself up and prepare myself for morning classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, while waiting for berbuka time, online to search for the DHL and FEDex address to post alang's things. Jeans with all the foods from Malaysia. The excitements of me to berbuka turns into nothing where I can only eat kurma and kek hati pari. there's nothing left but tomyam. It will take me half an hour to heat the kuah. I don't have much time since I need to rushed. Off to a shop to buy something to eat, then I realised I only bring RM1.30 in my purse. Nothing I can do. Drove my car straight to PADE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reached there,&lt;br /&gt;Abang Bukh asked me to warm up first in the swimming pool for 300m non-stop. Gosh! I know that I have been doing this before but not this time because I don't have any energy to push my strengths out. I cheated by doing 100m, then I stopped, then I continued for another 100m. Nak mengelat punya pasal, I had to swim for 500m. Amek kau, main tipu lg td. haha. I did extra 100m. after that, using the kaki strenghts and tangan remain still for 200m. sakit kaki. then, easy swim for 100m. After that, sprint without breathing for 15m two times. The first one I got 15 seconds and the second sprint only cut for 1 second je. Need more practice on freestyle.&lt;br /&gt;After that plunging and swim direct for 100m. people, calculate now the total that I did for today. 1230meters. really extreme and I feel really exhausted now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapar, makan. Ouh, my raya day tomorrow! I finished with the puasa 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deloitte, here I come to get my offer letter. Oh, really can't wait to read all the requirements and for your information I can't wait any longer to work in corporate world like the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, c ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-2427481521946879701?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/2427481521946879701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=2427481521946879701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2427481521946879701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2427481521946879701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/09/cite-je-ape-ape.html' title='cite je ape-ape'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-7727709377878258681</id><published>2010-09-23T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:50:43.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am so hungry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am really2 hungry right now. I can't stop myself from eating. having a piece of sardine with half sayur tom yam campur for berbuka makes me full but after 2 hours of training in the swimming pool makes me hungry back. no wonder why those trainers went out for supper after that.&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 11 and I took an apple. few hours later while i'm doing my assignment suddenly i felt hungry and decided to have a glass of plain water. rite then i took a balang of kacang hijau and ate it. rase macam nak angkut 1 meja bawak naik bilik pun ade. haha. hey, fat girl! don't eat too much! you are in a diet programme. I need to put my aim. gonna win this game. huhu. 7% reduce. fuhh! byk tu but then, swimming doesn't makes me losing weight but building up all the muscles, same goes to cycling. control! aim! aim!&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/3135910459942705007-7727709377878258681?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/7727709377878258681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=7727709377878258681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7727709377878258681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7727709377878258681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-so-hungry.html' title='i am so hungry'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-1631581912859560762</id><published>2010-09-19T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:23:40.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a butterfly in my stomach.</title><content type='html'>I can feel the nervousness of tomorrows.&lt;br /&gt;Ibu reminded me to read ayat 9 surah yasiin.&lt;br /&gt;This can protect and help me during the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best for tomorrows.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it is better if I didn't come for tomorrow's classes.&lt;br /&gt;Arab's class is important because we still have 2 quizzes, reading test, listening test and writing test to be finished up in 3 weeks. My god, this is crazy..&lt;br /&gt;Far's class wouldn't be a matter to me because we usually did some exercise, so I assume exercise too tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying all the interview skills and other things.&lt;br /&gt;Done with the portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I will always be ready.&lt;br /&gt;wish me all the best for tomorrow. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-1631581912859560762?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/1631581912859560762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=1631581912859560762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1631581912859560762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1631581912859560762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-butterfly-in-my-stomach.html' title='there&apos;s a butterfly in my stomach.'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-9056503765185074</id><published>2010-09-14T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T22:27:57.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for calling me.. =)</title><content type='html'>Along: nah ngah tepon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angah: sape? (i look at the phone and i started to smile cause i was expecting that was the call that i have been waiting for so loooong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Lynette: Is this Fatin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa...bila die speaking, dah mmg dpt bajet la sape call. lagi2 ngan no depan die start with 03-7xxxxxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me for how long will my duration of internship, and the she asked me whether i can be place to the tax department or not cause the audit department had been fully occupied. This was the most saddest part. I really wanna feel the feel of being an auditor cause i know i won't be an auditor when i work in the real corporate world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked people on the frustrated thing, and certain did agree with the post and some of them, nope! so, i am still thinking..n keep thinking..n can't stop thinking..what shall i do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, first and foremost I will go for the interview this Monday. A bit scary ade..cause I have two interviews in a day and I think I might need someone to accompany me or should I go alone? the assessment will be at 12.30pm and I need to rush straight away to Damansara Utama for the real interview. Oh, many things need to be learned and studied. I need to know about two companies with two different position. Bear in my mind cause I need to really fall in love with the audit and tax position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : still in dilemma.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-9056503765185074?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/9056503765185074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=9056503765185074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/9056503765185074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/9056503765185074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/09/thanks-for-calling-me.html' title='thanks for calling me.. =)'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-7313887047921668873</id><published>2010-09-14T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:18:03.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG trouble!</title><content type='html'>Enough with the sewing thing!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't stop myself from doing that until it is completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big trouble since I haven't started with anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;Assignmentssssss = Never touched!&lt;br /&gt;Interview Assesment = Partly but the reading part, no!&lt;br /&gt;ASC = This is really crap since all the person in-charge on leave. Do come back and work la..&lt;br /&gt;Another ASC = Hunting KL for sponsorship. Can't wait for this Friday. Gotta feel the experience.&lt;br /&gt;Deloitte = more freaking out since they haven't called me for the internship status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that were the university part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the personal part...&lt;br /&gt;today = still thinking whether nak puasa or not. Yesterday I survived myself fasting alone.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow = buy ingredients for blueberry &amp;amp; lemon cheese cake.&lt;br /&gt;thursday = off to mak ngah's house for 'adira's' birthday.&lt;br /&gt;saturday =  preparing myself for open house.&lt;br /&gt;sunday = gonna scale my weight for the challenge. Cannot lose this game mak andak, abg long, kak lang, huda and aliaa..heheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-7313887047921668873?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/7313887047921668873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=7313887047921668873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7313887047921668873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7313887047921668873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/09/big-trouble.html' title='BIG trouble!'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-2134244227919198861</id><published>2010-09-07T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T15:59:50.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's diary</title><content type='html'>Waiting for 'adik' Azizah..&lt;div&gt;Ok, I called u adik again..hahah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ur supposed to call me adik ok jijah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raya with many2 baju kurung and I don't know which baju kurung should I wear for raya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is all green..because our theme for this raya is GREEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alang, I'm trying to sew your baju kurung cause ibu almost retired with the jahit things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I got ur baju ready, then I'll post it to you ok..sabar ye lil sister..hahah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sneezing more than 3 times shows that u r having a symptom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am the person that sneeze for trillions time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired of that, I can't wake in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have flu!! not this time, please..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't be NOT well for this raya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate my medicine because I can't stand anymore with the runny nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a pil didnt make me comfortable..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should eat another 2..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops! over dose..confirm terbongkang atas katil..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, off now! Jijah must be on her way by now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I come IKEA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-2134244227919198861?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/2134244227919198861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=2134244227919198861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2134244227919198861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2134244227919198861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/09/todays-diary.html' title='today&apos;s diary'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3536177131683326983</id><published>2010-08-30T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:58:13.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pening</title><content type='html'>All I can say is pening!&lt;br /&gt;Got stuck in the middle of my life where its really hard to get what u have been expected.&lt;br /&gt;Life really makes me miserable with the miserable of me.&lt;br /&gt;I am really miserable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-3536177131683326983?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3536177131683326983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=3536177131683326983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3536177131683326983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3536177131683326983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/08/pening.html' title='Pening'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-7325984769463131917</id><published>2010-08-27T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:32:12.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checklist!</title><content type='html'>i'm not doing the checklist like in the beauty and the briefcase but i'm doing the checklist for my weekends. oh, hopefully i can complete it before monday comes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assignments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. BAB - reading perhaps for quiz (pagi b4 class sempat bc lg..hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. FAR - read and understand consolidation IS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. BEL - OMG! crazy, mock interview..haven't prepared anything yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. QMT - done the past sem Q, text book exercise..say no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. MAF - problem Q, get me into the problem too! hate that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. CRG - nothing..nak bace mmg jauh sekali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. report on kerja amal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. letter to apply for certs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. printing out certs (mid term break work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. caterer for gala night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. link message&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. rearrange the tentative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. quotation for gala night..choosing the best among alternatives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Allah..do help me in completing my works..Ameen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-7325984769463131917?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/7325984769463131917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=7325984769463131917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7325984769463131917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7325984769463131917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/08/checklist.html' title='Checklist!'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3699795320488807692</id><published>2010-08-21T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:39:57.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, use my cleanser!</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/_yzs2D73iTWg/TG6tQco6k9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/U2_XZCkJSa8/s1600/smple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TG6tQco6k9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/U2_XZCkJSa8/s200/smple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507529892398011346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TG6sHS3aAPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Y9eXLYIolk4/s1600/siap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TG6sHS3aAPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Y9eXLYIolk4/s200/siap2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507528635643986162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just have a thorough look at my pic. which one present the best?&lt;br /&gt;alal yamin or alal yasir?&lt;br /&gt;the left one is the original cut and the right one is the fake one.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because i edited the right pic.&lt;br /&gt;my face if u look closely u can see the pimples and all the red small things appear on my face.&lt;br /&gt;with my 'cleanser' it all got rub nicely.&lt;br /&gt;none of ur money being spent to have a nice passport pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lemme teach u..&lt;br /&gt;1. open the photoshop software.&lt;br /&gt;2. click on the spot healing icon.&lt;br /&gt;3. hold the alt button and click on the clear and smooth skin of yours&lt;br /&gt;4. click normally on the pimples and messy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will find out that ur pic look very nice and full of satisfying. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: actually i got one passport pic but people keep on saying 'gambar mata terbeliak'. thats why i decided to make a new one. it only cost me rm5 for 25 pics. cool aite?&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/3135910459942705007-3699795320488807692?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3699795320488807692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=3699795320488807692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3699795320488807692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3699795320488807692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-use-my-cleanser.html' title='hey, use my cleanser!'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TG6tQco6k9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/U2_XZCkJSa8/s72-c/smple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-8194181269316315524</id><published>2010-08-19T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:10:38.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'iftar' bersama rakan sekolah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone must be wondering why i put the 'inverted comma' at iftar words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TG1Wl6cBsQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6mX70bA-bWA/s1600/IMG_3641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TG1Wl6cBsQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6mX70bA-bWA/s320/IMG_3641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507153128685940994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;my journey today starts as early at 7.15am. i drove to uitm for morning classes. how tired i felt. qmt's class learn something new. 2 cacing kerawit sempat lukis harini. after that far's class. almost 2 hours just finished up the consolidated balance sheet thing. well, we all thought it was a quiz. rupenye preparation for the sunday's test. ok, after class ended, we sat and studied at ptar from 12.30 to 5.00pm gara-gara paper crg today. After that, off we went to pick detol at college and off we go to pas. tula pasal berbaju kurung saya ni. balik rumah pun tak sempat. there, i need to pick up alang's stuff. we reached pas around 6++. While waiting, we went to the bazaar at pkns. we were thinking that we are the last persons because it is already 7.05pm but some of them decided to pray first, then having the 'iftar' at 8.00pm. it turns out that we were the first group reached there. we had our 'iftar' at 9.00pm. supposedly i should be in the masjid at that time performing my tarawih. ok, balik umah pun still can do tarawih on my own. cik zaty sudah gelisah gundah gulana coz there are still many topics need to be covered before the test. 9.45pm we forced ourself to go back first. i send detol n aizzaty back to their places and i reached home sharp 10.30pm. tired but i think i miss talking and having fun with them. cannot think and talk much at that time. crg keeps on playing in my mind as if it was saying "crg...crg...x habis bace lg..jgn bersuke ria byk sgt...". ok, i am not supposed to be hear ber-blogging. I should sit in front of my book and ber-reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TG1Wli9qUrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lvamdEdvkX4/s320/IMG_3654.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507153122384564914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now, u know why 'iftar' rite? ngeee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TG1Wlbs3NNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/V1ZJ84kkARM/s1600/IMG_3626.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TG1Wlbs3NNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/V1ZJ84kkARM/s1600/IMG_3626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TG1Wlbs3NNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/V1ZJ84kkARM/s320/IMG_3626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507153120435057874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think i should ber-tido now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-8194181269316315524?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/8194181269316315524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=8194181269316315524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/8194181269316315524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/8194181269316315524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/08/iftar-bersama-rakan-sekolah.html' title='&apos;iftar&apos; bersama rakan sekolah'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TG1Wl6cBsQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6mX70bA-bWA/s72-c/IMG_3641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-6328377482814394218</id><published>2010-08-18T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T01:14:18.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering why??</title><content type='html'>WHY????&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what the heck am I doing right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;assignments haven't being completed yet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but dwelling on posting this entry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fatin, Fatin, where are you??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There, my books just called me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I left it open on my bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a misery...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with my miserable things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been in this semester for 8 weeks perhaps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm still searching for myself whether my body or my 'aql come to class..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouh, many things need to be covered for tests..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, 20/8 - Company Secretarial Practice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, 22/8 - Advanced Financial Accounting 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, 25/8 - Financial Markets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TODAY!!! Quantitative Analysis for Management...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, crappppp...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-6328377482814394218?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/6328377482814394218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=6328377482814394218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/6328377482814394218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/6328377482814394218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/08/wondering-why.html' title='Wondering why??'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-7454806030553262833</id><published>2010-08-12T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:35:35.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 days to go..</title><content type='html'>Counting days..&lt;br /&gt;not because of raya..&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;because of this message..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;to: Angah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Alang dpt sume A! Yeay, dpt fly! Alhamdulillah.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;from: Alang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to leave us..&lt;br /&gt;She's really going to leave us..&lt;br /&gt;This raya will be the saddest moment..&lt;br /&gt;Never been apart for ages..&lt;br /&gt;None of us were missing in the raya picture..&lt;br /&gt;neither the family portrait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu cried yesterday because she was thinking of achik at penang during iftar..&lt;br /&gt;and today she's crying again for alang..&lt;br /&gt;The amount of people in the family began to decrease day by day..&lt;br /&gt;achik in Penang for 3 and a half years InsyaAllah..&lt;br /&gt;alang is going to be in India for 4 and a half years..&lt;br /&gt;long way to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing you the best Alang!&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you can survive there..&lt;br /&gt;and never ever forget us..&lt;br /&gt;We will always support you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back with a Bachelor's Degree in Dentistry ke..or Bachelor of Dental Surgery ke..ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-7454806030553262833?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/7454806030553262833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=7454806030553262833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7454806030553262833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7454806030553262833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/08/16-days-to-go.html' title='16 days to go..'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-21917231493308035</id><published>2010-08-09T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:07:23.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His smile...ouchhh!! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His cute face..&lt;br /&gt;oh damn so cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dimples..&lt;br /&gt;oh man so angau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day of my life..&lt;br /&gt;oh bright like the sunshine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me myself..&lt;br /&gt;oh so gile with that guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TF_u5rQSFRI/AAAAAAAAAII/qYn_MVlVopE/s1600/hyo-joo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-21917231493308035?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/21917231493308035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=21917231493308035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/21917231493308035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/21917231493308035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/08/his-smileouchhh-d.html' title='His smile...ouchhh!! =D'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-1385944437752006479</id><published>2010-07-27T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:36:15.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malang Day</title><content type='html'>Hari ni sangat malang bila ada pakcik jaga kaunter kat kolam renang tu nak mengamok tak tentu pasal. Sorry la, kami tak tau la pulak cap tu nak kena pulangkan on time. Selamba ekau je eh ketuk-ketuk pintu changing room kuat-kuat then rempuh masuk bilik air tu sesuka hati. Dah la orang tengah sebok nak tukar baju, ingatkan orang main borak-borak je ke lam bilik air tu? Ni boleh report ni..Hak asasi kemanusiaan dicabul..hahaha.. Aizzaty, u did a great job, pak kal tak kuar byk lg bende ys sopan dan manis utk pak cik tu kan? blacklisted tmpt! after ni tukar swimming pool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lagi satu benda mmg salah aku tp jgn la terlalu marah sgt bangg...blind spot kot..gle marah sampai nak balas dendam an..perempuan je kot..jgn la emo sgt yerr...aku takut la weyhh..ko kejar aku patu ko wat emergency brek pulak kan..seb bek aku sempat brek..x dapat la nak terlanggar kereta ko..hahah...patu ko x puas lg ko baling benda kan..sbb terkena body kereta..kalau terkena cermin, mmg tepuk tgn girang la ko kan..hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mesti api kemarahan ko x surut lg kan wahai pemandu iswara putih...tp xpe laa..aku melarikan diri tanpa menyebabkan kecederaan pada kereta kau sbb aku takut ngan org panas baran cam ko..hahah.BFR dah di blacklisted kan..pas ni kena tukar pakai BFT plk..hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-1385944437752006479?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/1385944437752006479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=1385944437752006479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1385944437752006479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1385944437752006479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/07/malang-day.html' title='Malang Day'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-846448472420098983</id><published>2010-07-20T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:41:03.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping that the day will come..</title><content type='html'>Astaghfirullohal'azim...mengucap3x...tarik nafas..turun...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I choose to write here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to cool down my anger...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ibu, hope u can understand me more..pls..i'm begging u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not like along who's able to speak confidently..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lacking of the skills..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm desperate for that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joining the committee wasn't a big mistake for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learn lot of things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learn how to interact with others..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the responsibility to make things happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, please and please and please don't argue this things with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need someone to talk to...please!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku boleh jadi gila la macam ni!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tolonglah jgn berkira benda-benda mcm ni...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope that u are in my shoes, then you'll know how important my jobs are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also you'll know how to appreciate your friends and others around you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya Allah, Aku memohon kepada Mu supaya kau lembutkan lah hati ibu ku dan juga Kau buatkanlah dia lebih memahami diriku ini. Aku dah penat jadi anak yang derhaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-846448472420098983?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/846448472420098983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=846448472420098983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/846448472420098983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/846448472420098983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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ini,bahgia sgt3x..minggu lepas sibuk dgn bercamping, minggu dpn n dpn nye n dpn nye lg full with activities..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muscle kat tgn dah byk sampai melecet jari2 tgn..ni semua gara2 lemon cheesecake with blueberry topping. memang suffer la kalau takde mesin nak tlg putarkan cream tu ngn gula..tp akhir skali menjadi..sgt happy..tu la keje di hujung minggu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baju kurung pun dah siap tp malang skali without kain..3 pairs pulak tu..hadoih...ntah ble la sempat nak bukak kedai jahit ni...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nampaknya along dah kepenatan membaca, die mula memegang tepon nye dan alang pula x sudah2 bercucuk tanam dan memasak 24 hours tanpa henti. yang aku pulak nek pegi layan tgk movie dlm laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;khas utk adik lala sempena hari lahir nye yg bakal tiba 9 hari lg tp dah sambut hari ni sekali ngan hari jadi ayah yg dah lepas 9 hari..hahah...adik, jgn bercinton ngn jijim ehh...kecik lg..tp klu ye pon ok je..sbb jijim tu sgt la comel..hahahh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-370054242934867492?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/370054242934867492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=370054242934867492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/370054242934867492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/370054242934867492'/><link 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healthy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just so you know i'm really2 healthy. i got my weight over 50 kg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that shows that i'm very healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been experiencing once when my lil brother went into an accident last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He reminds me of the importance of donating our own blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, there's no pain in donating ur blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of them are scared of with the big needle because they only see it but they don't feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my brother's story where he got 2 pines of blood in his body because of the accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though his body are perfect from being scratched by the road but he still needs 2 pines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remind u..2 pines..each person will only donates one pine at a time in 3 months only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How come with the people who lost their blood?? They will need more and more blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget about the babbling things because i'm here to babble all the things that came up into my mind but not to keep it until it becomes pickles. My blog will be useless if im not using it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have donated my blood three times and there will always have a bit of complications.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time I donated was in August 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That time I was very happy and I came into CTU's class a bit late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I'm on may to DK3, suddenly I felt uncomfortable because it happens that my blood cannot reach through my brain. Luckily I came in a bit faster and I was able to sit and relax for a couple of minutes. After that I'm back to normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second time I donated my blood was in March 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, the nurse was really sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She can't find my artery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She switch the big needle here and there 2-3 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly I feel dizzy, luckily she got it early before I vomit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they tried to stop the blood, I feel dizzy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily the nurse realized it early and get my chair a bit down so that my head will be a bit lower than my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After resting about 20 minutes I feel better and I can walk as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third time happened today where it was the most scaring part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The process of getting my blood is very easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe because the nurse is an amateur maybe..haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it happened to me twice where i need to come for the next day because the hemoglobin in my blood was too low. I ate the medicine they gave me and the next day I come I am able to donate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder why I always get easily fall asleep in class. Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need supplement that can increase my hemoglobin!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayh, after I finished donating, they gave me a rest on the chair but I still feel that I need to lowered down the chair but I didn't speak it out. I just let it be because I think I can survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that I walk to a table and feel dizzy as if I'm going to faint. I sat down and try to be positive. but my positive couldn't catch me. I feel more dizzy and I can't see clearly. The noise became slowly trying to disappear from my ears. I tried to close my eyes but the good girls didn't allow me to do that. She kept on saying to me and she held my hand tightly and she asked me to speak but I can only speak a word at a time. Her friends called a nurse and she get me onto the lazy chair and back there I feel a bit comfortable and I slept for a couple of minutes. About half an hour after that I'm back to normal. I'm OK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting a pine of blood from me is the same as getting two pines of blood from two different peoples. I get them into a waste of time where there will be a shortage of a pine of blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm coming again next year. Do see me again nurses!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-4359465383011532385?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/4359465383011532385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=4359465383011532385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/4359465383011532385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/4359465383011532385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/07/addicted-to-bloody-blood.html' title='addicted to the bloody blood...'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-2734024574344545151</id><published>2010-06-30T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:04:04.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mountain of dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends and Family..which one come first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which one will you obey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends will say "Jom lah pegi, once in a blue moon je pun. susah kite nak jumpe ramai-ramai selalu".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your parents "Ala, kalau dah macam tu, x payah pegi la. nape lah wat time bulan puasa? kan susah nak solat. patu tarawih tinggal. ramadhan ni belum tentu akan datang lagi tahun depan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OOOOPPSSS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;terkaku dan terkelu lidah dari berkate2..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what i was thinking of is, betul la..belum tentu dapat jumpa next ramadhan but we can do the tarawih after tu kan? doesn't mean that we have to perform it in surau or masjid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tapiiiiiiii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yg menguatkan lagi reason utk bakal x pegi adalah...........(jeng jeng jeng)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;buat kat KL. Sorry, i'm so so so so disagree with this. Nak drive x tau jalan, lagi dengan menempuh kesesakan di jalan raya. naik komuter no hal tp kalau dah habis kol 11, cam ni nak naik komuter?? dah tutup la!! tak kan nak menginap pulak kat situ semate2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guys, can you please consider these things. KL sesak and none of us live nearby there. Shah Alam much better. You won't get lost. If sesat, pusing2 balik jumpa tempat yg same jugak. and more thing ramai menyewa kat shah alam ni. malas balik jauh2 ke..ataupun x cukup lg nak bergosip ke..boleh tumpang tido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If what I'm blurting out is totally ridiculous, keep on with your plan.I'm quitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-2734024574344545151?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/2734024574344545151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=2734024574344545151&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2734024574344545151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2734024574344545151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/06/mountain-of-dilemma.html' title='A mountain of dilemma'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3728265480499132305</id><published>2010-06-28T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T01:10:47.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy to have a happy family</title><content type='html'>Travelling with family is actually making the relationship closer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kajian 1 : bercuti di gunung ledang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;kalau sewa 2 bilik utk 1 family sgt berbaloi. why? duduk dlm tu pon utk tido je. tp byk nye x duduk dlm bilik. sekali sekala berkesempitan mcm ikan sardin bagus ape. duduk2 dlm bilik..24hours dengan lawak jenaka. makan same2. sorang masak, sorang kemas, semua orang makan. tak ade marah-marah. gelak je yang ada untuk mengisi masa lapang. makan durian kat area jementah sebab kempunan nye pasal. cuma along je yg tak makan sbb sakit tekak. Aleh2 masuk dalam kete je, sorang sedawa habis bau satu kete. bukak tingkap. dah hilang bau tutup tingkap balik. selang beberapa minit, urrrggg..ade lg yg sedawa. oh tidaaaaakk!! durian lg bau. bukak balik tingkap kete..tutup balik..dalam hotel pon benda yg same happened. sedawa tutup mulut pon 1 bilik leh bau.tu la penangan durian sampai nak kentut pun terpaksa berlari-lari keluar dari bilik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kajian 2 : Pulau Pinang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pegi penang bukan nak bercuti tp nak hantar si pelawak a.k.a bang bil pegi masuk UiTM. dalam kete keje asek wat lawak je. sume pun gelak je manjang. bercerita lah sane sini. orang ni ade girlfriend ngan boyfriend pon sume ibu ayah tau. makan asal same je ngan ade je lawak masing-masing. Achik memang paling sengal dalam family. Sekarang die dah duduk jauh. Ibu mesti terase sbb pak lawak dah takde dlm rumah lg. nmpaknye minah lawak je lah yg ade utk hiburkan family. Ibu sedih gile bila nak balik after hantar die td. Takpe lah, die duduk jauh pun sbb nak pegi menuntut ilmu dan nak jadi org yg berguna. Harapnya die berubah sgt bile dah masuk alam Universiti ni..berubah sikap jadi lebih rajin je. yg part lawak tu perlu dikekalkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kesimpulan : tak boleh marah-marah and kena sentiasa happy dalam family. Kalau marah buat org lain bikin panas je..secara automatik,hilang segala mood happy yg ade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-3728265480499132305?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3728265480499132305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=3728265480499132305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3728265480499132305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3728265480499132305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-happy-to-have-happy-family.html' title='I&apos;m happy to have a happy family'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-4385414387590044687</id><published>2010-06-25T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:44:19.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mailer Daemon</title><content type='html'>Butang 'SEND' kat gmail baru je ditekan. Ayat dalam tu memang tunggang langgang. Malas nak fikir lagi asalkan dah hantar. Terlepas satu keje. Dah sebulan kerja tu di bagi nya tapi baru siap sekarang ni. Siapa suruh tak bagi due date. Hahah. Next tugas!! FRESHIES DIGEST!!! Oh tidakk.. Ingatkan dah hantar, rupenye email salah!! tolong lah bagi email yg betul.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-4385414387590044687?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/4385414387590044687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=4385414387590044687&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/4385414387590044687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/4385414387590044687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/06/mailer-daemon.html' title='Mailer Daemon'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-2885154755726484297</id><published>2010-06-06T01:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:44:36.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;........tooooooooot.....toooooot....tooooooooooooooot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....NO SIGNAL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....searching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;........tooooooooot.....toooooot....tooooooooooooooot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....NO SIGNAL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TAqKCZaHxwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jb4UddUSAQ4/s1600/give+up+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TAqKCZaHxwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jb4UddUSAQ4/s200/give+up+cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479343670434449154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TAqKChZq51I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9taTkxvheis/s1600/waiting.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TAqKChZq51I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9taTkxvheis/s200/waiting.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479343672580040530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which one should be the best? give up or wait? recently looking at the phone, no phone calls, no text message. not even a multimedia message? give up? or wait till death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TAqMl8fp6eI/AAAAAAAAAIA/f6ZuCOHbzys/s1600/tumblr_kukk3dmos91qawgdvo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TAqMl8fp6eI/AAAAAAAAAIA/f6ZuCOHbzys/s200/tumblr_kukk3dmos91qawgdvo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479346480171575778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-2885154755726484297?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/2885154755726484297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=2885154755726484297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2885154755726484297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2885154755726484297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/06/waiting-for-nothing.html' title='Waiting for Nothing'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TAqKCZaHxwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jb4UddUSAQ4/s72-c/give+up+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-1782817679057949408</id><published>2010-06-03T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T02:10:13.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I can be..&lt;br /&gt;a good daughter,&lt;br /&gt;a good sister,&lt;br /&gt;a good student,&lt;br /&gt;and a good Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a good daughter: I wish that  my tongue will get stuck if I want to blurt out the words "ah or hurmm". I wish I can only said "boleh aje, no prob!". Ibu, you are the queen of my heart and ayah, you are my hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good sister: tired of being a bad sister towards my eldest sister. Wish I can be nice to her all the time till the end of my life. No more arguing and misunderstanding between us. Hope to be a good listener towards my youngest sister. Pity her for having a sister like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good student: 110% attention in class without sleeping and get good grades that will satisfied the lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good Muslim: never ever late in performing Solah and never ever and ever and ever fail in reciting Quran and doa every single day.&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/3135910459942705007-1782817679057949408?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/1782817679057949408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=1782817679057949408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1782817679057949408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1782817679057949408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wish.html' title='I Wish...'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-7395476211319194992</id><published>2010-05-31T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:42:10.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"hooraaay!!!" -----&gt; that was the first sentence came out from students who finished all the papers. So do I. The painful of studying is over for the semester. No matter how hard it was, everybody will shout out loud the hooray words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes in their mind after the 'hooray'??&lt;br /&gt;1. Movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Party!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Shopping!!! (ouh, ini tidak mungkin sbb ramai yg dah menghabiskan duit mereka di awal sem)&lt;br /&gt;4. Online!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Tido!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you can guess more things to be done during the semester break. Ouh, mine was number 3. Right after I finished the last paper on Saturday which is Corporate Finance paper, I straight entered into my dad's car and off we go to Pyramid. Even though the paper was really hard, but all I can say was "dah habis dah, malas nak pikir, asal jangan fail dah." Suprised me that I didn't even used a cent of my money to buy things there but using my two little sepet eyes to capture things that I aim. Shopping sometimes need no money. You have great eyes to just window shopping. It is actually good because you tend to have a good exercise by walking without spending any money on it. In a way, you might be a healthy person but remember not to eat fast food. Shooh, or else it will destroy the 'free' exercise you take. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh semester break is a heaven break!! I love that too!! I am a kind of person that can't sit alone by doing nothing. I must find something to do either working to fill up my pocket or doing intersession to fill up my brain. or else I will keep on saying 'Mati kebosanan' or 'Mati kebuntuan' or any thing starts with 'mati' and end with 'an'. It can be 'Mati ketak tauan'. eh, ade ke? ok, perhaps not to follow. It is not in the Kamus Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka. When it comes at the middle of the semester break, often I heard people saying "Haa, tak tau nak wat ape...BOSAN gile!!!". Hey, there's a lot of things to be done outside there. Come on laa, wake up!! Go and have some fun. I really hate the word 'BOSAN'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in the middle of my intersession. Got 7 days more to complete all the PBL presentations and also another 2 tests. Maybe for some person, they feel it is burdening but for me, I enjoy much the intersession because of the lecturer. Oh my, she's so caring and funny. I love her and I'll make sure that I won't dissapoint her. If you are a lecturer, and you have give all of it to your students, what did you expect from them? Of course the good results that shows they really understand it. Isn't it? But there are portions of students that they can't get good marks even though they have put their full effort. The important thing is 'be honest'. Never ever cheat in your exam. Once you get caught by the lecturer, it might be a bad label on your head. It happened in our class this morning while sitting for the Test 1. It was unbelievable when the lecturer said to one of the girl, "You can pack all your belongings now and go back home. Leave all your papers on the desk." I was shocked at that time and hope that it won't happen again for the second time. I'm afraid that the lecturer will behave badly towards others. Praise to God that she acts professionally by not mixing the girl's problem with her teaching mood to the innocent.&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend said that the girl brought notes in point form that was being printed out. I don't know how far the truths is but I learn something to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One more thing, the licik guys at the back class, beware! You guys are superb when you che&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TAPIOy3Mk8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/hd1BVRuX6LY/s1600/success1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TAPIOy3Mk8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/hd1BVRuX6LY/s200/success1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477441728309662658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at by copying straight from the desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER EVER CHEAT IN YOUR EXAMS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFFORT IS THE KEY TO ---------------------------------------&gt;&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/3135910459942705007-7395476211319194992?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TAPIOy3Mk8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/hd1BVRuX6LY/s72-c/success1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3880597944370478512</id><published>2010-05-30T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:00:03.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>si pemalas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;test 1 is around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;only 9 hours left.&lt;br /&gt;still online.&lt;br /&gt;not well prepared.&lt;br /&gt;what do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop online!!!&lt;br /&gt;go and memorize all the facts!!&lt;br /&gt;succeed will come if there is effort.&lt;br /&gt;remember that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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pemalas'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-9126279584466387092</id><published>2010-05-28T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:47:38.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Signs</title><content type='html'>What should we do if a men showed us the 4 signs below?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shyness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt; Some guys are not brave enough to show their true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason:&lt;/span&gt; They are scared if we turn them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belief:&lt;/span&gt; The way the guy communicates by the soft tone and their politeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our respond:&lt;/span&gt; Encourage them to be more talkative by asking nonsense questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt; A guy who falls in love with us will become more thoughtful and caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason:&lt;/span&gt; to show us that they care and concern about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belief:&lt;/span&gt; They will send text messages from time to time just to make sure that we are OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our respond:&lt;/span&gt; Reply their messages back hours later and reject their calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helpful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt; They appear to be helpful and supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason:&lt;/span&gt; They want us to feel that they are the one for us to rely on whenever we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belief:&lt;/span&gt; They will try to understand even though they can't understand well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our respond:&lt;/span&gt; Create a story that is metaphor even though the problem is just a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A sweet gentleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt; Start of with sweet talks and his sweet actions as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason:&lt;/span&gt; to make us happy as if we are the queen of their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belief:&lt;/span&gt; They will be the very first person to send us a morning message and the last person of the day to give us  sweet good night messages before we go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our respond:&lt;/span&gt; A simple Hi for them in the morning and pretending that we have gone to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we follow the above responds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt; if the guy did not confirmed you any relationship status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; if the guy really said that he is in the process of getting to know you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-9126279584466387092?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3068420037259270700</id><published>2010-05-14T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:29:32.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merajuk betul-betul pulak die</title><content type='html'>aku ngaku aku cakap *toot* kat die,&lt;br /&gt;tapi tak sangka pulak die amek serius gile ape yang aku cakap.&lt;br /&gt;benda kecik je kott, tak yah la nak bengang-bengang sampai nak bunuh diri.&lt;br /&gt;Aku lagi terseksa macam nak bunuh diri tau tak.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kena ingat jugak, Allah itu masih ada.&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang terjadi pasti ada hikmahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weyy, bile la die ni nak berbaik ngan aku.&lt;br /&gt;kalau aku dah kaya mesti die suke kan?&lt;br /&gt;memori aku ngan die dah tak ade lagi.&lt;br /&gt;semuanya dah terkubur.&lt;br /&gt;tu lah orang cakap..&lt;br /&gt;telajak perahu boleh diundur,&lt;br /&gt;telajak kata buruk padahnya.&lt;br /&gt;die pon ade otak boleh berfikir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pesanan aku buat si dia:&lt;br /&gt;selama-lama ko tengah koma ni,&lt;br /&gt;tidur and rest la lelame eh.&lt;br /&gt;aku tak kan kacau ko sekarang walaupun time aku exam dulu aku selalu abaikan ko.&lt;br /&gt;nanti aku kumpul duet bebanyak aku bayarkan kos rawatan ko eh.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak suke la ko lumpuh cam ni.&lt;br /&gt;Seb bek doktor kate ko lumpuh memori je.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau lumpuh banyak memang aku tak de duet la nak bayar operation ko.&lt;br /&gt;Say bubbye je la, aku carik yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. kejam ke aku?&lt;br /&gt;hihih. aku memang pentingkan diri sendiri pon.&lt;br /&gt;demi kebaikan aku dan ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-3068420037259270700?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' 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best ou. comel.&lt;br /&gt;memule ibu offer, konon jual mahal la.&lt;br /&gt;tapi hati tak tertahan nak jugak sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! baju zoo dah dapat.&lt;br /&gt;100++ selamat dapat mesej zoo negara.&lt;br /&gt;ade lagi puluh2 mesej yg perlu dihantar.&lt;br /&gt;moga-moga semua orang dapat mesej tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuti seminggu ni fully booked betul.&lt;br /&gt;090510 - nak pegi carboot sale, bertapa kat menara&lt;br /&gt;100510 - ni masa yg ditunggu-tunggu oleh yazid..genting die lah&lt;br /&gt;110510 - zoo negara, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;120510 - teman along pi interview koje.&lt;br /&gt;130510 - free!&lt;br /&gt;140510 - free!&lt;br /&gt;150510 - barbecue aka reU.&lt;br /&gt;160510 - free!&lt;br /&gt;170510 - dah start kelas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, free tu pon actually tak de lah free sgt pon.&lt;br /&gt;still ade aim! aim untuk menambahkan koleksi baju kurung utk next sem!!&lt;br /&gt;ouh, serononya. 5 pasang menanti. mampu ke? hahah&lt;div 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awak!!'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-711364406911870167</id><published>2010-03-06T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:48:05.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burnt down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ok, cycling sejauh 7km pon tak sepenat hari ni. bukannye lari ke ape ke..berjalan dibawah gurun sahara sahaja tetapi dah penat gile tak terkate. and tak lupe terbakar muke dan tanganku. ibu suruh pakai hape ke bende tah tapi malas nak carik snanye. die kate kalau tak pakai nanti tumbuh pigment. opening ceremony of coz la pegi kan tapi closing ceremony say bubbye je laa..hahha.. penat gile tak terkate. once dah soh balik memang balik terus. hahah. eventhough at first memang a bit difficult for us to communicate well with abaccs n smf, but we had tried our best. memang byk problems and percanggahan. bile aku cakap, sebok orang laen pon nak jugak cakap. mungkin nampak sangat kabotla jugak tadi but the best part was mengene kan fifi and ina. memang mantap la tapi aku jugak yang terpalit. kitorang ade remaining belon air dicampur bersama sirap. bende tu kitorang baling kat fifi sbb saje kene kan die as mpp fac and ina pulak coz birthday die. lepas dah basah ngan air sirap dicampur pula dengan tepung yang dicampur tepung kentucky, tepung gandum and tepung jagung. padanla muke korang. beskan kene?? hahah. ok, the romantic part pulak bile main war game individual. time orang tengah sebok berperang meletopkan belon orang lain di kaki dan sebok menjage belon masing-masing daripada diletopkan, tibe-tibe kuar pemancut air kat seluruh padang. memang habis basah semua orang atas padang tu. it wasn't in the plan but it was cool actually. korang from UKM, PTSB, PUO and UUM harap korang happy. tak ketinggalan group from uitm. ktorang sorry gle coz de kesilapan technical kat group korang. memang bersalah gle rasenye. ok lupe nak bg tau. activity pg td smp ke ptg was 12th micpa accountancy week. =) to aizzaty, sorry ye pg td. tu r..ko mesti bengang gle mantap ngan ak, tp ak terase cam nak buat hal pagi tadi ngan ko..haha..&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/3135910459942705007-711364406911870167?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/711364406911870167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3273704011832343560</id><published>2010-02-27T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T17:31:20.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Suke-suke AFTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S4jkD6aODKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zUdq_tO61Ws/s1600-h/20567_324668203299_639048299_3523148_4202664_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S4jkD6aODKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zUdq_tO61Ws/s400/20567_324668203299_639048299_3523148_4202664_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442850905547213986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;25th February was really a great day. Joining bowling wasn't that bad. Mentang2 group aku menang. Asal cakap best je laa..hahah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahah..my group got 441 marks for the first round but then it decreased to 330+ in the second round. Our group made to the final. and we won! Actually i'm not the one contributing loads of marks for my group but Naj, Yan and Nazreen did the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why I can't drag the photos anywhere. Geram. So, I let it be on the top of this post. The first N is Naj and at the bottom is Nazreen. Mine was T and I stands for Izyan. the marks on the left tu group loser! hahah..takde laa..that one group mama..mama!! Azim, Lzr, Ayu n Ayin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Naj and Yan got the best player for men and women. No wonder why my group boleh menang coz we have 2 great players here. Deorang main pun ade style punyaaa.. Aku pulak p baling kat tengah2 macam nak pecahkan lantai boling tu je..hahah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebaik sahaja pulang dari Ole-ole 18 kesengalan mula terasa di seluruh tangan kanan. Until now the pain still terase and the happiness will stay longer forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still seek for the next activities for our batch. =D Got ideas?? go tell them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-3273704011832343560?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3273704011832343560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=3273704011832343560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3273704011832343560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3273704011832343560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/02/hari-suke-suke-aftas.html' title='Hari Suke-suke AFTAS'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S4jkD6aODKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zUdq_tO61Ws/s72-c/20567_324668203299_639048299_3523148_4202664_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-5530859082619609443</id><published>2010-02-24T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:17:45.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, banyak kerja!</title><content type='html'>I thought being in the committee for Accountancy Week is a simple task but then I started realized that its a bit burdening. Haha, no other ways to pull myself out from this situation. Gotta face it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting from today..oh, banyak kerja..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24/2 - Dahla baru balik dari meeting MICPA tadi ni, reached home at 9.15pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25/2 - Tomorrow ade Hari Bersuke Rie AFTAS 07/07, bakal balik lambat lg..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26/2 - The day after tomorrow, balik kampung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28/2 - Kenduri utk atok n mak tok nak g umrah, &amp;amp; umah pak andak lagi kene pegi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Common tests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 Monday, 10.15am - AIS510&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/3 Tuesday, 10.15am - MAF620&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4/3 Thursday, 10.15am - TAX490&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5/3 Friday, 10.15am - FAR430&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have to and must struggle. Ok, bring ur books back to Melaka. Nothing to do at kampung melainkan reading and doing revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rite after habis exam on Friday need to rush to prepare all the stuff for Accountancy Week coz on the 6th March Accountancy Week!! I'm handling the Telematch activities with several more committees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th-11th March - Guess what?? English Week!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13th March - Dinner Watikah Pelantikan. Theme: Corporate style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14th March - Sunway Lagoon!!! Hari bersuke rie bersame all committee of AFTAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19th March - Tidy up AFTAS Room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, for 3 weeks I'm going to have a bz and hectic weeks. I need car!! I have to go to class on my own after this. Gotta some project work too to be completed. Oh, ibu and ayah. Hope you can undestand me well. See my schedule. Hectic kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-5530859082619609443?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/5530859082619609443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=5530859082619609443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/5530859082619609443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/5530859082619609443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-banyak-kerja.html' title='oh, banyak kerja!'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-6608866125572598118</id><published>2010-02-19T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:42:06.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect nothing..</title><content type='html'>Life wasn't that happy all the time.&lt;div&gt;It's just like a wheel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes u r on the top,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sometimes u r down to earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting in the bathroom for half an hour thinking what to write on this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many things came through my mind but then I have to think first before I wrote or else it will be a disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I agree with the statement that people never have enough in their life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel bored when I'm alone and I need crowd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then when there are crowd I feel like being alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I don't want to be alone but I feel like being alienated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, think positively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think positive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Positive thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouh, they forgot about me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe because I'm shrinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing cycling every evening for at least 20 mins?&lt;br /&gt;This is just a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I ask for an outing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there will be many reasons given by them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when others ask for an outing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the answer will be YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm the weirdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very very weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People can't expect my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, no wonder why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to use my daily bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the statement most...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"FAKE IT UNTIL YOU MAKE IT"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-6608866125572598118?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/6608866125572598118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=6608866125572598118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/6608866125572598118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/6608866125572598118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/02/expect-nothing.html' title='Expect nothing..'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3635838654119621434</id><published>2010-02-17T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T11:23:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daku sgt gumbira!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its been a long time where I demanding for new baju kurungsssss. I got mine yesterday at Mid. Happy!!! Ibu gave us RM400 to spend on buying the kain. Actually it is for the coming Hari Raya but then I took the opportunity to buy mine skli. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ibu provide us with 1 baju kurung for Hari Raya and another 1 for daily classes. I took 4 pasang!! Hahah. I don't know why I'm in love with cotton. We spent only RM330.30 but then mine worth RM150. Bayangkan the total of RM330.30 for the 4 of us but then I took half of it. Then, I decided paying only RM50 back. Kind of mcm tanak org lain bising laa.. If I were to be in their place pon mcm bengang kott..amek melebih2 gle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 pairs utk Hari Raya. The one before, that we decided to sew for Hari Raya dah leh jd baju kurung for daily classes. Bayangkan, sikit beli baju kurung jadikan baju Hari Raya, at last jahit dulu dah. hahah. ni semua pasal ibu la coz she bought a new batik or sutera for RM350. Orang ade duet sendiri boleh la kan ibu kan? If la ibu offer to buy me the batik sutera worth RM350, awal2 dah tolak. Why? because I don't want luxury things. I can get RM350 at Kamdar or Nagoya for more than 10 pairs and why should I get one only. Tak worth it kan utk student?? Ok, tadi tu budget corner..heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night I got one of my kain cut. Ibu cakap, she wants me to see how the right techniques to sew baju kurung this evening and now I don't know who is going to be missing this evening. I think I'm the one coz I have a lil stuff to be done maybe at Pyramid. Maybe not planning for a movie to watch. Along dah ajak ngan semangatnye ke Pasar Rabu at Seksyen 7. Entah hape la yang die semangat tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okayh, this coming raya won't be a great raya. Bakal miss Alang so much and much and much where she will be celebrating her raya in India. Alang, eventhough it is pain to accept it, but then you have to be tough once you were there kayh. You've never been away from ur family for a long period of time. If la I'm the one who were being offered to go there, Ibu and ayah must not worried much. Alang tak pernah dok asrama betul2. Kalau orang pon risau jugak tp tak pe lah, nasib baik ade adik ipar kitorang yang leh jage kan alang kat sane kan?? hehehhe... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will always pray the best for you even awak suke marah orang time orang lupe teknik yg betul main rubic cube. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3135910459942705007-3635838654119621434?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3635838654119621434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=3635838654119621434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3635838654119621434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3635838654119621434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/02/daku-sgt-gumbira.html' title='Daku sgt gumbira!!!'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3451938318581595294</id><published>2010-02-15T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:58:39.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for real!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S3k2GTXafYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CTXCiTY3brY/s1600-h/IMG_2086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S3k2GTXafYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CTXCiTY3brY/s320/IMG_2086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438437506932178306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ibu reluctant to sew my clothes, then I decided to sew it on my own. No class, and this is the result. Damn ruined. For sure no one's gonna buy my baju kurung even if i sell it for RM10. Okay, anyway, its a good thing for me to explore something new to me. Sewing is not an easy part where if you got to sew the wrong side, then you have to open back and sew it once again. Trying is the first step for u to be better. It my fault to for trying on a chiffon material. Next time i will choose cotton! Yay! I love cotton. Mmmuuaaaahhhhxxx!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-3451938318581595294?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3451938318581595294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=3451938318581595294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3451938318581595294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3451938318581595294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-for-real.html' title='This is for real!!!!'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S3k2GTXafYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CTXCiTY3brY/s72-c/IMG_2086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-9070271785772487521</id><published>2010-02-14T15:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:34:00.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rindunye pada mu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S3fDO96g03I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ATffTKPX6v4/s1600-h/IMG_1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S3fDO96g03I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ATffTKPX6v4/s320/IMG_1971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438029736978731890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been a long time I didn't update my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staying in Muar for 3 days gave me a wonderful and precious moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back to Lzr's village called Kampung Serom 2, Sungai Mati. Betul ke nie? kalau salah tak pe la kan. Hahaha... I went around the village. There, I have a look at Aizzaty's village. It is very near to Lzr's house. Aizzaty, kalau pas nie ko x singgah umah Lzr time raya, memang laa..dekat gle umah die ngn umah datuk ko..hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we went to Tanjung with Along's car. Oooops! Correction. Abang kpd Lzr. Ckp p'kataan Along nnt kene bhn lg. Seb bek abg die mcm garang. So, x de la byk ckp. Lzr introduced me with the rojak petis muar and abc. Abc sane hai hao je..rojak petis timun die pahit skt tp Mee bandung muar i bet must be wonderful gle. Cume x b'kesempatan nk mkn. Kuih siput mule2 mcm biase but then bile blk s.alm mcm t'ngiang-ngiang pulak. Means that kuih siput tu HEN HAO! hahah..we took few pictures at Tanjung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off we go to Pak Andak's house in Tanjung. We thought off going for Mee Bandung Muar after visiting Pak Andak's family. Aleh2. mlm da kol 9 and we had our dinner yg dimasak oleh Pak Andak. Jadi, dah terkenyang. Balik2 je tdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning rite after suboh prayer merempit with lzr. This time I took a snap of her house senyap2. tp of course la die dgr bunyi my camera yg bising2 tu..hahah..well, da curik pon dulu. semate-mate utk org yg kg nye dkt serom 2 juge..hahhah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.30am bertolak from Muar back to Shah Alam. Thanks Lzr for the nice moment n thanks to Uncle yg peramah and the whole family too. InsyaAllah ade umur yg panjang akan ku lawati Serom 2 lagi. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-9070271785772487521?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/9070271785772487521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=9070271785772487521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/9070271785772487521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/9070271785772487521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/02/rindunye-pada-mu.html' title='Rindunye pada mu....'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S3fDO96g03I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ATffTKPX6v4/s72-c/IMG_1971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-7248375921009885932</id><published>2010-01-27T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:49:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a waitress</title><content type='html'>What am I waiting for?&lt;div&gt;Who am I waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these questions keep on stacking in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What should I do??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just sit back and wait..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then I become a waitresssssssss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half of my eyes opened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still got things to be revised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and only God knows how tired I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how ngantok I am now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medicine: Tdo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-7248375921009885932?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/7248375921009885932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=7248375921009885932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7248375921009885932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7248375921009885932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-just-waitress.html' title='I&apos;m just a waitress'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-5752447508947737676</id><published>2010-01-25T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:02:27.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I say no</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It still a no when I say no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing can change my decision until there is a good reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever do things I hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I still stick on my decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't do things that annoyed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because it really make me more and more annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not pretty like the angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Find somebody else that is more pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just a woman that will hurt others feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before it become worsen, better stay back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A step forward may destroy the friendship we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-5752447508947737676?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/5752447508947737676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=5752447508947737676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/5752447508947737676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/5752447508947737676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-i-say-no.html' title='When I say no'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-6711846477350767625</id><published>2010-01-20T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:22:35.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaaaaa!!!!!!! pimples!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S1coWQmADrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-MglwPZNRms/s1600-h/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S1coWQmADrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-MglwPZNRms/s320/IMG_1400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428852238695009970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh pimples!! I love u MUCH!! Oh, its a painful word. See that pimples on my face. I can't bear it anymore. It grows and grows and grows and yet I don't know when will it reduce. I thought the redness of the pimples are not obvious but then, when I took a picture of myself I can see many and many and many pimps. Serves you right!! Hahahah..I'm not focusing on this lil kid but I concerned more bout my PRETTY face. Hahah. Fatin, do take care of your face la!! Its horrible you k&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S1cqrk8wCbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fQ5TMHeuvmU/s1600-h/IMG_1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 412px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S1cqrk8wCbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fQ5TMHeuvmU/s400/IMG_1418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428854803959646642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now. Horror!!! Goodbye ugly face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not really into my pimps actually. It is just because I was very shocked with my face where I didnt' realised at all it became worsen. Change topic please! This lil girl. Cute kan? See her when she ate popcorn. If there is any popcorn competition, I really wanna participate in by putting this picture. See carefully...&lt;br /&gt;Comel kan? This time, we went out to Pyramid with Mak Andak comel and her daughters. We went there to watch Alvin and the Chipmunks 2!!&lt;br /&gt;Chippets was great! I bet you won't regret buying this movie tickets. Why am I promoting it now? Ah! Kodi sungguh kamu. Tak pelah. For those yg blum watch this movie lg, go and grab the CD. Oops! I mean DVD. Lupe orang dah tak pakai CD lagi. Hahah. Hey, c'mon la tgk budak comel nie. Comel kan die mkn popcorn? After watching this movie, we called her chippets sbb mcm chippets yg comel tu. I forgot her name la. Si gemok pendek yg padan dgn Theodore tu. Mak andak, I'm still waiting for the next school holiday, then you can treat us some more movies with popcorns!!! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S1csjIkD0eI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xR0aOmABk2k/s1600-h/IMG_1411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S1csjIkD0eI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xR0aOmABk2k/s320/IMG_1411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428856857924194786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This lil girl ni pon lg satu. tak sangke sungguh die tak la malu alah sangat. She is just 8 or 9 year old. I can't really remember my cousin yg sorang ni. Mak Andak's daughters are all pretty and fair. This girl is very independent where she manage to make herself to school. She eat on her own, take bath when the time shows 12.00 in the afternoon because she will be having her school in the afternoon. Tembam lg comel. Geram!!  =)&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/3135910459942705007-6711846477350767625?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/6711846477350767625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=6711846477350767625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/6711846477350767625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/6711846477350767625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/01/aaaaaaaa-pimples.html' title='aaaaaaaa!!!!!!! pimples!!!!'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S1coWQmADrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-MglwPZNRms/s72-c/IMG_1400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-6637602218920594731</id><published>2010-01-18T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:23:50.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone..</title><content type='html'>Betul lah kate orang hubungan adik beradik ni bagai air dicincang takkan putus. Mungkin seorang tiada tidaklah begitu terase kesunyiannya tetapi bile 3 orang pergi memang terase kesunyiannya. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since last year i'm practicing my daily life to UiTM with ayah. I don't want to burden anyone else by demanding a car. Alhamdulillah, I can adapt with my new way of life. Now, I have more time to study. Watching television still part of my routine which I will and must watch Akasia slot. After Maghrib, I went upstairs and start doing all things that are not related with my studies, then I start to study after Isya'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this is the best way to stay me focus on my studies without doing merepek things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this empty house just left Ibu, Ayah, Adik and me only. Along now is staying at Commercial Centre while Alang is in KTT. Both of them are in their final semester of studies. Both of you, I pray you guys for the best. Hope you will success. Me, myself living in a big room that supposed to be 3 gadis cun but now i'm the only one gadis cun left in this big room. Achik, he seems very happy with his life now. He's now entering the CIDB at Section 27. Haih kamu..seronok ye dapat lepak slalu kat luar skarang. I wish you all the best outside there. Don't be too happy and aggressive Achik. Take care of yourself and always remember to pray. Jangan hyper jugak. Kaki tu masih berbesi yerrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all...mmuuuaaahhhhxxxx!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ikhlas from angah yg degil and x suke dengar ckp ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-6637602218920594731?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/6637602218920594731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=6637602218920594731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/6637602218920594731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/6637602218920594731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/01/alone.html' title='Alone..'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-7198024982016992128</id><published>2010-01-14T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:09:05.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lagu oh lagu</title><content type='html'>i love the songs in the drama of Cinta Balqis..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've found the singer and the song but why can't i just get it..urghh!!! why is it so difficult for me to get the lyrics and the songs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just now baru search lagi..tapi nothing found..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sape dapat dulu lagu azad jazmin suara rindu tu sila lah beritahu eh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kempunan nak dengar!!!!!!! oh tidaaaaaaaaak!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI, azad jazmin tu rupenye ray si jahat tu..tak sangke upenye die yang nyanyi kan??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-7198024982016992128?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/7198024982016992128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=7198024982016992128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7198024982016992128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7198024982016992128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/01/lagu-oh-lagu.html' title='lagu oh lagu'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-668131980349385133</id><published>2010-01-10T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:25:53.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little pin pin</title><content type='html'>i bet u don't know what is pin pin aite? lemme tell u guys..nuha pronounced it as pin pin because she thinks people will understand even without the u and i in front of pin pin..hahah..this lil girl is very smart and banyak akal. Pronounced empat die pon jadi ompat which she mix the bahasa nogoghi and bahase slangor..hahah..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She dreams of having a birthday cake on her 2nd birthday this year, so I made her two chocolate cakes with upin ipin topping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S0lUL53nnuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oWeysHNi-xU/s200/DSC00193.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424959789633871586" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S0lUMBV9cJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0TTUkuRzvxA/s200/DSC00194.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424959791640178834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first one is a bit messy where it was the first cake i decorated and the other one looks a bit nice. if u see the first cake deeply i wrote her name using the coloured rice cake. I decided not to put anything on top of the other cake, so I let them be simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haih,Nuha..Nuha..bijak nye ekau eh..baru 2 thn umor..wait for us ye budak kecil bijak pandai. We're coming to Mak Tok's house at 2.30pm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big thanks to yana for helping me on the cadbury topping. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69 chocolates with varieties filling done by me and along early this morning. Few of it i'll bring to class for my beloved friends. Wait naaa...lg2 ika n lzr yg x sbr2 nk rse chocolate i..hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-668131980349385133?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/668131980349385133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=668131980349385133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/668131980349385133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/668131980349385133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-pin-pin.html' title='little pin pin'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/S0lUL53nnuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oWeysHNi-xU/s72-c/DSC00193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-2252585332007151504</id><published>2010-01-08T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:49:06.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey,Dear..oh manisnye di mulutmu itu..</title><content type='html'>welcome back fatin filzah...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been dead for quite a long time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm back with a new me in a new year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish it wasn't too late for me to wish a happy new year to all my beloved friends and also those who knew me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just wondering and keep on thinking why is it so easy for a guy to express the so called sweet panggilan to an opposite gender without having a special relationship with them??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for me, sometimes it is sweet and sometimes it is like..'yek, ape kehal mamat nie??'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let say, if u don't have any special relationship with them yet you are a so-so with them or just the kenalan lame, what would u do or react if they use the panggilan manja??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u spoke out directly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or u just ignore because thats the nature of a men?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or u reply it back with the same panggilan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from my opinion, those who have the relationship will take it seriously..i mean they really mean it about the saying honey or wtv but if they don't, i think they were just playing around with the girls. don't you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh men, please bear in your mind, don't play with these words because it really2 meant for your beloved. i won't hate and i don't hate guys talking to me with these words but just don't do it because it annoys me a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-2252585332007151504?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3335445418536016116</id><published>2009-12-25T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T19:17:28.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 things to be done</title><content type='html'>Please complete all these works before 28/12/2009&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.jahit tulang belut (berbelit-belut dah jari)&lt;br /&gt;2.audit judgment (hopefully boleh buka file tu, ameen..kalau tak mmg nangis)&lt;br /&gt;3.buku usahawan&lt;br /&gt;4.print timetable and calendar academic and also past semesters Q&lt;br /&gt;5.buat chocolate&lt;br /&gt;6.Chipmunk 2 with Mak Andak and anak-anaknya&lt;br /&gt;7.tolong kak ros kat DSB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tulang belut dah siap dan dah di amek pon tadi. cramp tangan tak terkata. Alhamdulillah, terlepas satu beban dah. Besok tengok muvee kat Pyramid. Yay!! lame dah tak pegi. Kerinduan yang amat tp poket kosong. Ni yang tak syiok ni. No. 7 ni memang mantap la. Tak sabar rasanye nak tunggu hari ahad pagi. Off to DSB at 7.30. The best part ialah..jeng jeng jeng..tolong Kak Ros jaga pendaftaran untuk student master!! hahah..cuci mata la pe lagi. (Haih, menjadi-jadi la pulak kegatalan aku lately ni. No wonder why jerawat kat muke tgh banyak memekar. Padan muke kau, sape suroh gatal sgt. hahaha)&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/3135910459942705007-3335445418536016116?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3335445418536016116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=3335445418536016116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3335445418536016116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3335445418536016116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/12/7-things-to-be-done.html' title='7 things to be done'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-380992298646572145</id><published>2009-12-23T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:14:21.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kau ni biar betul???!!!</title><content type='html'>Are you serious in having a fixed relationship???&lt;br /&gt;Naaaaa....forget about it..&lt;br /&gt;Bile fikir balik cuak ok..&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and wait until you reached 22.&lt;br /&gt;Shooh..shooh..&lt;br /&gt;Study dulu...&lt;br /&gt;Just after 22, then you can start thinking about your big future..&lt;br /&gt;Future for everything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-380992298646572145?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/380992298646572145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=380992298646572145&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/380992298646572145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/380992298646572145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/12/kau-ni-biar-betul.html' title='kau ni biar betul???!!!'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3646429817586442003</id><published>2009-12-21T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:14:42.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my friend forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/Sy-QnszM3RI/AAAAAAAAAF4/42UwgQUROOI/s1600-h/poems.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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They watched and are watching a lot of motivation series but yet they can't take into consideration what the motivator talks. They want their son and daughters to watch motivation shows and all the forums but they didn't do. Macam ketam mengajar anaknya berjalan, padahal die sendiri pon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do talk nicely la if you want to. I'm just taking a nap after my long sleep. If you want us to tidy up the house just said it nicely. We will do it with an open hearted. You know, you are ruining my whole day. I'm getting moody just because of you nagging in the morning. I'm really not in the good mood where I throw my lappy. Alhamdulillah it is still ok where the proof is, I'm using it to wote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always said "ha, tula pasal nape result teruk, belajar bagai nak rak tapi sebab tak berkat tu la" ERGH!!!! Can you stop talking about my result?? Its you who where not blessing me. Deep in your heart you want me to success. I've tried to change to be a good daughter as you want and why can't you do the same thing as I do. You said I'm stubborn and always resist you. That's because I want to stand on the truth. Takpela..Aku ni seperti menegakkan benang yang basah sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always said that I'm better from the others when it comes to 'kerajinan'. I'm willing to send my sister for tuition, swimming, and .... Why can't you just look at me from the good side. Nobody is perfect in this world. Kalau nak keluar ngan kawan pon jadi masalah jugak where you are reluctant to let us go unless if I'm outing with my siblings. 24hours asek ngan sibs je. Bagi la chance sekali sekali ngan member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I keep my mouth zip. If you want to nag, just nag as much as you want until you are tired of nagging and nagging and nagging! Apa yang boleh buat kau puas hati adalah mendiamkan diriku ini tanpa berbunyi sedecit pon dan angkat kaki chiao. Kalau ko bebel lagi aku buat bilik ni cam bilik sewa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-1012739570170844325?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/1012739570170844325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=1012739570170844325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1012739570170844325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1012739570170844325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-people-just-cant-understand-how-to.html' title='Nag'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-7920283082394911312</id><published>2009-12-13T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:22:24.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The old tradition in the new era</title><content type='html'>People when they are at the age of 16 or 18 for girls usually get married to their prince charming or by a guy that was arrange by their family. When I was in the secondary school, I never dream of being married at the early teenage. When people said, "haaa..kalau jadi pengapit nanti kahwin cepat". Of course I'm afraid to be a wife of a husband too early but now, I wish a guy 3 - 5 years older from me, came and said "will you marry me?", but he must be in a stable condition which he is working, has car, and so on. Best nye. aku dah sah memang miang dah ni. Hahah. 'Wait Fatin..wait..until you finished your studies'. This matter always scared me when people always said you will found your soul mate or whatever mate when you are studying. When you are working, usually you will found your duda mate or suami orang. Parah lah hidup macam ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was influenced by this girl -------&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SySBff5gb5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/nR2vNfmKzv0/s1600-h/IMG_1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SySBff5gb5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/nR2vNfmKzv0/s200/IMG_1301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414595030144806802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her face properly. Guess how old is she?? 17 years babe. The baby is hers. I really can't believe it. She has been through her daily school with her fat tummy. Amazing! I've never found such a young mother in this new era. Her baby is just 2 months. Respect la kat ko ika. I first met her when I went to Janda Baik yesterday with the ARI's staffs and also the RA's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading novels or watching dramas also may get me influenced a lot. Nur Kasih was the most happy story ever. There, lots of lesson I learned. Now, I'm reading a novel written by Aisya Sofea called Adam and Hawa. Hawa was just 20 year old and waiting for her university's application results, married to Adam who is 27 year old, working as a pilot. Lagi sekali perempuan kahwin muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one do you prefer most?? kahwin muda or di penghujung 20an ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-7920283082394911312?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/7920283082394911312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=7920283082394911312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7920283082394911312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7920283082394911312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/12/old-tradition-in-new-era.html' title='The old tradition in the new era'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SySBff5gb5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/nR2vNfmKzv0/s72-c/IMG_1301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3232961096751680077</id><published>2009-12-12T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:15:53.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I too workaholic??&lt;br /&gt;Yup, sometimes I do feel the same too. I thought of taking the habits from my dad. Relaxing at home doing nothing was much bored rather than working. You work, you earn money. You sleep, you earn fats. But for me, I took both statements where I work, I earn money and also earn fats. Eeuuwww...that's disgusting. If I were just sitting at home doing nothing, yet I still can't have fun with you guys. Sometimes when I'm not lepak-ing with you guys it doesn't mean that I'm avoiding you, but it just a small problems where I didn't have enough money to spend until the end of the month. I do shopping thingy when I have extra money at the end of the month. So, collecting money from now on is better than having a deficiency in your purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 2 o'clock in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep yet. Ibu, ayah, adik &amp;amp; achik are at Melaka visiting my Grandma while me and my sister were enjoying our life in Shah Alam. Enjoy ke? of course la..I watched movie, I ate Big n Tasty. It's all just for free and not to forget that I got a piece of blouse for really cheap. Mak Andak was the one sponsored for me and my sister's day out at Bukit Raja. At least we did something as a return by taking care her lil daughters. Lolipop from Famous Amous pon Mak Andak belikan. Childish! Alaaa..tak dapat nak upload pic anak-anak mak andak memandangkan the card reader having problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 hours more..&lt;br /&gt;I need to prepare myself for a picnic at Janda Baik. I thought of baking a chocolate cake. Yet, I realised that there were no Mazola Oil in the cabinet and also the cocoa powder. I decided to change my plan. I went out to the grocery and bought 10 eggs. Actually there are still lots of eggs in the fridge but I'm a bit afraid to take it because I don't want Ibu keep on nagging and what ever for taking the eggs for my own purpose. I forgot to set the time for the Puding Caramel to be ready. I just make my own assumption when the due time. While waiting for the Puding Caramel finished, I made chocolates for the order being assigned by Ibu while we were on our way back from Mak Andak's house. Finally, 36 hearted chocolates are ready for packaging and being sold to Aunty Zanariah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Niza, I'm waiting for you to pick me up at my house this morning!!&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/3135910459942705007-3232961096751680077?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3232961096751680077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=3232961096751680077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3232961096751680077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3232961096751680077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/12/waiting-for-something.html' title='Waiting for something'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-4364262303056031262</id><published>2009-12-10T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:02:23.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengisi masa yang tak begitu lapang</title><content type='html'>Sudah lama tidakku menjejakkan jari-jemari ku ke laman web ini.&lt;br /&gt;Cerita ku kosong. Kosong seperti tin kosong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10hb tarikh keramat bagi semua orang tetapi tidak bagiku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak mahu melihatnya berulang kali memandangkan hasilnya tidak mencapai tahap yang memuaskan. Jadi kawan-kawan, tak payah lah tanya pasal benda tu langsung eh walaupun belum keluar lagi bendanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedang aku asyik membuat kerja, tetibe kepala ku tersengguk-sengguk. Puas aku mengacau orang lain tapi tak jalan juga. Terpaksa la juga buka laman web ni semate-mate untuk menghilangkan rasa kemengantukan. Nak buka facebook pon tak leh. Nak buka pape entertainment pon tak leh. Akhirnya kesini jua lah aku pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam hampir menunjukkan pukul 1 tengahari. Sebentar lagi aku akan ke SSM. Haaaa..bosan sungguh. Harap-harap tak payah lah kene tunggu lame macam semalam. Aku juga berharap supaya semua maklumat yang aku mahu akan berada di dalam tanganku sebelum jam 5.&lt;br /&gt;Senang-senang kang aku print je semua. Maklumlah semalam baru gune RM27. Ade lagi RM173 untuk ku memborong segala maklumat syarikat. Macam shopping ape je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerja lagi satu ni entah bila lah nak siap. Benci betul US ni banyak sangat U nye..tak termampu dah aku nak wat. Gara-gara ngantuk pon sebabkan US ni lah jugak. Terpaksa berjage sampai kol 5 pagi. Awatla hang punye U tak banyak macam U kat NZ..senang sikit kerjaku. Go, chaiyok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hujung minggu ni pulak ibu ayah nak balik kampung. Mau ikut ke tak eh?? sebab ARI nak pegi picnic. Tapi ibu dah bagi kelulusan nak pegi jalan-jalan Sabtu ni. Tapi Ija tak de. tak bestnye!!!&lt;br /&gt;Minggu depan pon seminggu Ija tak masuk ofis. Haaaa...bakal kebosanan. Ayah cuti minggu depan. Boleh lah memandu ke tempat kerja ngan sesuke hati. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemengantukan dah hilang, jadi aku nak sambung lagi sikit ngan US ni, dan berangkat pergi solat dan ke PAS. Kak Ros, balik kang orang belikan Kak Ros Donut Durian from Big Apple eh. Tunggguuuuu......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layout blog ku pon dah bertukar. Terima kasih Kak Farra bagi laman web nie. heheh. Rajin-rajin la melawat blog Kak Farra ni. die wat business online. &lt;a href="http://www.grabsomestuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.grabsomestuff.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian, Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-4364262303056031262?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/4364262303056031262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=4364262303056031262&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/4364262303056031262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/4364262303056031262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/12/sudah-lama-tidakku-menjejakkan-jari.html' title='Mengisi masa yang tak begitu lapang'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-7751844402376388364</id><published>2009-11-21T08:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:11:03.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revealed everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Case 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;People involved: Ilmy, Ridhwan &amp;amp; Ustaz bahasa arab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was the day where we were having swimming class coached by my Ustaz Bahasa Arab. I was late for the class, so Ridhwan and Ilmy decided to go to the swimming pool first for the swimming class because I'm not ready yet with my swimming stuff. So, as they go I found my swimming suit. I wore this type of swimming suit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406346547878490018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/Swczio7076I/AAAAAAAAAFg/IX-7hCN-hQU/s200/thumbnailCA67E2A1.jpg" /&gt;At least I'm not wearing the two pieces one. I tried to find another one that fully covered my body but I can't because I forgot to bring it and somebody said to me that I need to rush and it's ok for me just to wear the one I put on. I came down to the pool and having the swimming class like the day before. I'm proud of my friends and my coached because they didn't stared at me weirdly and didn't said "pehal engkau kat luar pakai tudung lek lok tetibe mandi pakai sexy cam ni pulak".hahah. Nice to have friends like them because they didn't complaint a single word thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: in front of my house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People involved: ateyn and her friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This case happened when all the people are tiredly sleeping with snoring soundly. As I woke up in the morning I found that my cars gone missing. Luckily, my sister wasn't back home that night, so she use the BFT one.The one gone missing are BFR and JHC. I was a bit upset that time because we can't go back to our village since the family's car have been missing but I am a bit happy because they replace it with 4 different cars. Myvi, Wira, Kancil and Mitsubishi. There, I booked Myvi so that I can use it to UiTM. Accumulated all my cars now are 5. That was so...many. I told my mom about that. She said that it's our rezeki. After several hours, ateyn came to my house and she said that she pranked me on my birthday. =( tak dapat Myvi tu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Location: area Shah Alam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;People involved: Najlaa and several people that I don't know who they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This time, where I asked my lil sis to drive the red Mazda car similar like this one that you can open their roof.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406352806187706066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/Swc5O69BJtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rVeXdLcnIjg/s200/thumbnailCAB7OF8X.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;but, she drove it badly. So, I took it and drove to my house. As I reached a junction near my house, I found two other red cars similar like the one I drive but theirs are Cecila and Ferrari if I'm not mistaken. I followed them and stared at them. Suddenly, they asked me an address. I looked at the address and I realized it was my friend live in Bukit Jelutong. They didn't know how to ge them, so I'm the one who will lead the way to BJ. But that time, it was raining and I don't know how to use the roof to cover the car. So, we rest a while at a nearby house until the rain stop falling. There we talk and talk and talk. FYI, the driver of the Ferrari and Cecila are boys and they brought together their partners. Hah..melepas! While talking with them, I realized that the Mazda car is mine, so after this, I do not have to trouble myself following my father to campus. I can bring my own car to class everyday. Bestnye!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Dreams for the Longman Dictionary means that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;a series of thought, images, and feelings that you experience when you are asleep or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a wish to do, be, or have something that you would like to happen or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;think about something else and not give your attention to what is happening around you or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;imagining that you have done, seen, or heard something that you have not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mine is number 1. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-7751844402376388364?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/7751844402376388364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=7751844402376388364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7751844402376388364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7751844402376388364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/11/revealed-everything.html' title='Revealed everything'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/Swczio7076I/AAAAAAAAAFg/IX-7hCN-hQU/s72-c/thumbnailCA67E2A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-2544616507270567564</id><published>2009-11-18T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:45:27.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bunch-it stomach</title><content type='html'>i've been working in the faculty of accoutancy for 3 consecutive days where my main task is eating and eating and eating until my stomach now get bunc now. luckily i've been doing the sit up every night before bed time stories.hahah..kurang la skit..tp still bunc..hahhah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faculty ni mmg kaya ngn food la senang cte. Everyday, there will be non-stop events being handled by the faculty either for the internal programs nor the external programs. Usually they serve for morning break, then lunch and tea break. You can see how fat I am now. Nanti mak dara ngan anak dara pun orang dah tak reti beza. hahah. hasilnye hujung tahun ni. tunggu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half past 2 already but i didn't have any work to do. See, i've told you that I did nothing here. Just waiting for the coordinator or boss senang cite bagi kerja. Marks for the finals sedang di key in and I'm the one who keyed in the marks. Sadly, its for postgraduate students. Talking about marks too, I saw several papers for FAR500 marked by Dr Am. FAR500 for part 6 students kan? kire ok la..i didn't tell anyone. hahah. I've met also Pn. Aliza and Pn. Rosni today and yesterday. Guys, mereka dah habis tanda our papers. Pn. Aliza said "OK!". but i don't know how far ok Pn. Aliza tu. Pagi tadi pulak terjumpa Pn. Rosni dekat admin level 12. Guess what she's doing?? Key in markah kite tau. Kalau lah mate ni jahat, memang dah curik tengok lame dah tau. hehe. No wonder la why Pn. Shima doesn't allow accounting students doing their SKP in the same faculty. Glad I got the job because I'm not working in the undergraduate office. But, pagi tadi memang mantap betul la where I entered 'Bilik Pertukaran Skrip'. Lecturers kept their completed script in that bilik kebal tau. Haih, bile-bile mase nak wat dajal nie boleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Rosni yang staff admin siswazah nie pulak gatal borak ngan kawan nye pasal nak pegi swimming pool. Aduih. Teliur dengar nak g swimming pool. Tengokla nanti, satu hari nanti nak pulun pegi mandi pool puas-puas. Disamping itu dapat menyelim kan perut yang bunc nie..hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN. out for zuhur prayer. nanti terkantoi ngan Dr. Am pulak coz I'm using her PC. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-2544616507270567564?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/2544616507270567564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=2544616507270567564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2544616507270567564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2544616507270567564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-bunch-it-stomach.html' title='My bunch-it stomach'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-1353856563590941524</id><published>2009-11-17T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:55:47.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Chocolate now available in the MARKET!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SwF_bwolEkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MVhy7ZN4Aag/s1600/DSC_1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404741142709604930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SwF_bwolEkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MVhy7ZN4Aag/s400/DSC_1084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SwF_ba2LGPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mWGl3L_tHj4/s1600/DSC_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404741136861042930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SwF_ba2LGPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mWGl3L_tHj4/s400/DSC_1117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made my own chocolate. Seronok rasenye. cantikkan??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hazelnut, Cappucino, Mint and Raisins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just for a night, we had made about 270 chocolates with varieties of flavour and shapes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strawberry, orange, cappucino, mint, raisins, hazelnut. Yummy2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ini adalah kerja sampingan kami. So, if anyone interested in eating this yummy chocolate, do call us, we are proud to receive any order from u guys.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It only cost you 60 cent for each chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't miss this chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grab ur lil sweety chocolate now!!!&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/3135910459942705007-1353856563590941524?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/1353856563590941524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=1353856563590941524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1353856563590941524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1353856563590941524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/11/homemade-chocolate-now-available-in.html' title='Homemade Chocolate now available in the MARKET!!!'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SwF_bwolEkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MVhy7ZN4Aag/s72-c/DSC_1084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-7558253294616704637</id><published>2009-11-12T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T03:39:35.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the bad moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I had a bad day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm taking one down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sing a sad song just to turn it around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say I don't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you don't lie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I work on a smile and I go for a ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a bad day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the camera don't lie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm coming back down and I really don't mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a bad day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a bad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really had a bad day today where....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Am I supposed to express everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think so, this one will help me calm down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still can't forget the moments where I was in primary school. Usually this primary school students like to have their own biodata book where all their friends biodata was compiled in a book, so that it will be last forever and never being deleted. But for me, I do not believe in it since the biodata book has been dissapeared for years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What was the common questions being asked by them? "apakah memori paling sedih pernah awak alami?" ataupun "kenangan pahit yang pernah awak lalui." Not to forget too, sometimes english school teachers like to gave homework on an essay title "Unforgettable moments", or "The most bad experience you ever had in your life". Mine wasn't that bad until 12/11/2009 came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I asked my mom for a picnic. She said "NO" if the place were Pantai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went out with my 'ntah' friend, there I'm not happy at all because the answer is always 'NTAH'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I missed two trains at KL Sentral because the train were fully extremely occupied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sitting in the train where the electricity down for twice. (Sempat main Roman time nie..hahah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Texting people on Celcom but there's no reply because the message were pending and yet Celcom having problem of network coverage. (tak de gune pon, text org Maxis pon x b'reply. Conclusion: x yah ade hp.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Waiting Along to pick me up at the Batu 3 station for almost an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached home at 10 o'clock which I supposed to be home at 6pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My eyes getting red and having headache because i felt asleep with contact lenses stick in my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm really2 having bad day for today. One way I did in managing my stress was getting the social support from my friends. There, I talked to them because I need someone to talk to. I can't bear all my problems alone. I'm just not that type of person that keep on silence as long as they want and make people uneasy and guilty with them. I cried for couple of minutes. There, all my problems gone. Now, I'm happy!!! Happy and happy and happy...lalalalalalalalala...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-7558253294616704637?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/7558253294616704637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=7558253294616704637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7558253294616704637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7558253294616704637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/11/have-you-ever-experiencing-really-bad.html' title='Feel the bad moments'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3486902512777737654</id><published>2009-11-12T02:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T02:48:51.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Chocolate..yummy2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SvsBogve4dI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Lnv4-_0pgYM/s1600-h/ros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402913973456527826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SvsBogve4dI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Lnv4-_0pgYM/s320/ros.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The heart chocolate contains almond.&lt;br /&gt;The pink leaves contains strawberry filling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The white roses contains caramel.&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 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 align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SvsBoTaMj9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/zHNAKdaW62g/s1600-h/bola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402913969877585874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SvsBoTaMj9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/zHNAKdaW62g/s320/bola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Oreo covered with chocolate. Eventhough the chocolate are not in the container, but the taste of the Oreo is still crunchy and yummy.&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 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 align="justify"&gt;Hope that one day I can make this yummy homemade chocolate. The taste of the chocolate were the same like the Cadbury one but it contains less sugar. So, it just suit with your tounge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ibu, teach me how to cook chocolate. I love cooking and I want to have my own chocolate. Do teach me Ibu, so that I can give the chocolate to my lover. Isn't it shuuuwweeeettt??? hahah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From my humble opinion, I think chocolate is the best present to give to others because it have all the elements needed in a person. How about you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-3486902512777737654?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3486902512777737654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=3486902512777737654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3486902512777737654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3486902512777737654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/11/homemade-chocolateyummy2.html' title='Homemade Chocolate..yummy2'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SvsBogve4dI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Lnv4-_0pgYM/s72-c/ros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-6023331210750095340</id><published>2009-11-11T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:12:47.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I really kissed a boy??</title><content type='html'>I wasn't aware that I had kissed a boy when I was 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt ashamed for kissing a boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised this when someone told me about the kissing thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along said so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So does Ibu when I asked her 2 days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said that I was very naughty that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I teased other children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you imagine how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argghhhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along had been awarded with good behavior when she first entered Severn Infant School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I? I got nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just burdening my parents where they had to go to see the headmistress many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hurt people. Lots of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I make troublesss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I was the lil young devil..hahahahahh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about kissing, no wonder why Luke or Robin doesn't mind about me kissing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I am a cute malay girl. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see the difference of me when I am 19 and when I was 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/Svq3FJzilOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/L3wmydXQJT4/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 109px; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402832002143655138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/Svq3FJzilOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/L3wmydXQJT4/s320/me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/Svq3FWths4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/LajMwn99EHc/s1600-h/angah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 115px; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402832005608092546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/Svq3FWths4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/LajMwn99EHc/s320/angah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urrrggghhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope that time can walk back, so that I can get my pretty young face back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm just dreaming. Oh. please go away, pang! pang! wake up! wake up! It's 2009 already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI, I got the award too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" CONGRATULATIONS, Fatin! You did it! For being polite and working hard."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signed by E.J.Morris, date:14/7/95&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last, I am a good girl. Everybody loves me.. =) xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you too guys!!!&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/3135910459942705007-6023331210750095340?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/6023331210750095340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=6023331210750095340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/6023331210750095340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/6023331210750095340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-i-really-kiss-boy.html' title='Did I really kissed a boy??'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/Svq3FJzilOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/L3wmydXQJT4/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-2055915185416560422</id><published>2009-11-05T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T03:00:06.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SvMfQHHO7-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/p_8tzPPZEPY/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400694739795111906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SvMfQHHO7-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/p_8tzPPZEPY/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mrs. Ansell, I love you so much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SvMfPy7ufkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OvIQuxOIg5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400694734378139202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SvMfPy7ufkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OvIQuxOIg5Q/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raya time. Hoping that one day, we will meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Tidak ku sangka dunia ini sangatlah kecil.&lt;br /&gt;Lebih 2 tahun aku belajar di Fakulti Perakaunan.&lt;br /&gt;Baru hari ini aku sedar.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, hari ini baru aku sedar.&lt;br /&gt;Bahawa aku belajar di bawah satu bumbung dengan rakan lama ku.&lt;br /&gt;Rakan yang telah aku tinggalkan 14 tahun lalu.&lt;br /&gt;Rakan sekolah ketika di sekolah dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;Severn Infant School, Cardiff adalah tempat kami menuntut ilmu.&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa baru hari ini aku perasan?&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, sungguh kejam sekali diriku ini.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah 14 tahun tidak berjumpa, aku sangat kagum dengannya.&lt;br /&gt;Kagum kerana dia mampu mengingati segala kenangan dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;Tanpanya, mungkin hingga hari ini aku masih juga tidak sedar bahawa dunia ini kecil.&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya mampu mengingati Ms. Gabriel yang aku penah libas nya dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;Melibasnya dengan jaket jeansku dan mencalarkan tangannya sehingga luka.&lt;br /&gt;(Hisyyy..kecik2 lagi da pndai jd gangster. MasyaAllah)&lt;br /&gt;Dan juga yang aku mampu ingat adalah Mrs. Ansell.&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa?&lt;br /&gt;Kerana dia cantik bagiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex,&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the day where you were trying to kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my leg ran faster than you.&lt;br /&gt;and a big appreciation to the bell because you rang at the exact time.&lt;br /&gt;You save my life from being kissed by Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Mesti lawakkan kalau dapat jumpa Alex ni.&lt;br /&gt;Die pun mesti ketawakan aku.&lt;br /&gt;Bercerita pasti tak ingat dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya satu impianku.&lt;br /&gt;Mahu menjejakkan kaki ke sekolah itu semula.&lt;br /&gt;Mahu berjumpa dengan Kathy dan Lucy dan Alex dan juga Syed.&lt;br /&gt;Mahu berjumpa dengan Mrs. Morris, Ms. Gabriel dan juga Mrs. Ansell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, apa yang perlu ku lakukan adalah dengan berusaha sebaik mungkin untuk menjejakkan kaki semula di bumi United Kingdom. Mereka pasti tersenyum bangga melihatku. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-2055915185416560422?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/2055915185416560422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=2055915185416560422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2055915185416560422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2055915185416560422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-in-1995.html' title='Back in 1995'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SvMfQHHO7-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/p_8tzPPZEPY/s72-c/IMG_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-4570026676520039639</id><published>2009-10-25T13:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:46:44.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day before the Graduation Day</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/_yzs2D73iTWg/SuP-Da6qdPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2XvwLaGmAW0/s1600-h/DSC_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SuP-Da6qdPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2XvwLaGmAW0/s400/DSC_0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396436113238422770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is special for those in UK. We flew our mortar board just for you.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SuP4ljTecpI/AAAAAAAAADA/H-AsXtgEW-8/s1600-h/DSC_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SuP4ljTecpI/AAAAAAAAADA/H-AsXtgEW-8/s320/DSC_0559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396430102535762578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kami boleh grad dimana-mana tempat pon..asalkan cantik dan unik&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/_yzs2D73iTWg/SuP4lf5kuWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qIqmIsArMqQ/s1600-h/DSC_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SuP4lf5kuWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qIqmIsArMqQ/s320/DSC_0545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396430101621815650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yay!!! 'saya grad dgn ANC' kata Dato' Arif sambil dilihat oleh bakal isterinya, Datin Nisa.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SuP4kieN1gI/AAAAAAAAACo/KS20q1Ada3s/s1600-h/DSC_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SuP4kieN1gI/AAAAAAAAACo/KS20q1Ada3s/s320/DSC_0467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396430085132506626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;preparation before shooting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This time will be the most memorable time where we all went out for shooting in the studio and also at the Sentul Park. Best sgt..the funniest part when a guard came to us and want our permission letter to shoot in Sentul Park. Hahah..we took for personal la pakcik. He thought it was for commercial. Gile hebat la kan. Cam model pulak kitorang nie. hahahah... The studio session started at 12.30 till 1.30 and away we go to Arif's house. At 5.00pm we change our venue  from Morib Beach to Sentul Park. There we took few graduation's snap but that was not enough at all..tapi OK la..bes jgk..hopefully we can spent more time like this after we end up our bachelor in accountancy... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-4570026676520039639?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/4570026676520039639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=4570026676520039639&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/4570026676520039639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/4570026676520039639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-before-graduation-day.html' title='A Day before the Graduation Day'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SuP-Da6qdPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2XvwLaGmAW0/s72-c/DSC_0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-636550780659438368</id><published>2009-10-19T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:34:07.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Convocation Day</title><content type='html'>I woke up as early as 6.30 am and get myself ready for today's convocation.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I had finished my diploma and now, I am part of the UiTM Alumni.&lt;br /&gt;Entering the hall is not the frighten thing ever compared to walking on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;But..but the most weirdo was we walked along the red carpet using mask.&lt;br /&gt;You will laugh if you see us walking with the robe and mortar board covered with the mask on your nose and mouth.&lt;br /&gt;No one recognize you seince all the graduates look the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment where I said will be the worst part where I was left alone. I thought everryone will enjoy taking picture after the convocation day. Yet, I was wrong. Many of them went back home and when the time I realized everyone was at home, I was very dissapointed because I'm willing to stay because I wanna have a good great pictures with all my friends. I told Ibu to go home first and I will wait for Ayah at 7.00pm. I went downstairs looking for someone but nothing I found. I went back to Ayah's office and sit there alone until I get sleepy. Several times I nod my head saying yes and sometimes it went to the left. Haha. Nasib baek takde orang perasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up my boredom by asking a permission to Ayah using his office desktop to use the net. I went out and took his notebook and doing his work in it. Thank you Ayah for letting me use your office desktop even you were having lots of work to be completed. Facebook...TOT! block by the UiTM web. Luckily they don't block the blogspot, or else I will continue on nodding my head at the cushion. What i found by surfing the net is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the examination timetable...yahooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 29/10/2009, 9.00-12.00 : FAR400&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 1/11/2009, 9.00-11.00 : CTU553&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 1/11/2009, 2.15-5.15 : MGT534&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 5/11/2009, 2.15-5.15 : CRG520&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 8/11/2009, 2.15-5.15 : MAF420&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 11/11/2009, 2.15-5.15 : PSA420&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck guys in preparing for your finals. Hope that all of us will success with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy too because I got 7 presents for my convocation which are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;a bouquet of roses from my parents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 bouquet of flowers with a bear on the middle of it from the PRPK's staffs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a cute small bear from my adik.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 salam kaup from maktok and ayah's staff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to those who gave me presents and thanks to those that came for my convocation. I really really appreciate it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope my life's in UiTM for today will end up early as early as possible. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-636550780659438368?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/636550780659438368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=636550780659438368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/636550780659438368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/636550780659438368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-convocation-day.html' title='My Convocation Day'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3377626717366874813</id><published>2009-10-18T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T05:06:21.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;In the night I hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul&lt;br /&gt;To a woman so heartless&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so cold?&lt;br /&gt;As the winter wind when it breeze yo&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that you talkin' to me though&lt;br /&gt;You need to watch the way you talkin' to me though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean after all the things that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I mean after all the things we got into&lt;br /&gt;Hey yo, I know of some things that you ain't told me&lt;br /&gt;Hey yo, I did some things but that's the old me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me&lt;br /&gt;So you walk around like you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;You got a new friend, well I got homies&lt;br /&gt;But in the end it's still so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night I hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul&lt;br /&gt;To a woman so heartless&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could be so Dr. Evil?&lt;br /&gt;You're bringin' out a side of me that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I decided we wasn't goin' speak so&lt;br /&gt;Why we up 3 a.m. on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does she be so mad at me for?&lt;br /&gt;Homie, I don't know, she's hot and cold&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop, won't mess my groove up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I already know how this thing go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You run and tell your friends that you're leavin' me&lt;br /&gt;They say that they don't see what you see in me&lt;br /&gt;You wait a couple months then you gon' see&lt;br /&gt;You'll never find nobody better than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night I hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul&lt;br /&gt;To a woman so heartless&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkin', talkin', talkin' talk&lt;br /&gt;Baby let's just knock it off&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what we been through&lt;br /&gt;They don't know 'bout me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got somethin' new to see&lt;br /&gt;And you just gon' keep hatin' me&lt;br /&gt;And we just gon' be enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't believe&lt;br /&gt;I could just leave it wrong&lt;br /&gt;And you can't make it right&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon' take off tonight&lt;br /&gt;Into the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night I hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul&lt;br /&gt;To a woman so heartless&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&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/3135910459942705007-3377626717366874813?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-2008728046891984178</id><published>2009-10-06T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:45:20.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging solve nothing</title><content type='html'>one thing that i learned from blogging was...&lt;br /&gt;the fact that blog kills people lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;people may interpret what you say differently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everyone read your blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's a not a good diary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's non-personal anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do write about good things only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't ever write about your feelings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't ever mention other peoples name when you write bad things about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;.......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;it happened to me one day where i was trying to make things better yet it become worse.&lt;br /&gt;i know my bad.&lt;br /&gt;sorry to everyone if you were involved in my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-2008728046891984178?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/2008728046891984178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=2008728046891984178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2008728046891984178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2008728046891984178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogging-solve-nothing.html' title='Blogging solve nothing'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-1541714558594336436</id><published>2009-10-06T08:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:24:19.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It started with a LIE</title><content type='html'>I thought things can be settled down by telling lies to others.&lt;br /&gt;I thought lies can be a better way to protect others feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I thought lies can be the best things ever.&lt;br /&gt;I thought lies is everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by..&lt;br /&gt;people will not know that you were lying..&lt;br /&gt;but one day the truth will be revealed..&lt;br /&gt;there, the situation will be more complicated..&lt;br /&gt;where involved many people..&lt;br /&gt;prepare your weapons to protect yourself by giving good reasons for your lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened where i lied to my parents just because I want to hangout with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;There i told her lies when she discovered that I'm not at home when the clock reached 9.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna call her because i knew that i will be a bit nervous.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna look obvious telling lies,so i text them saying that..&lt;br /&gt;"Ibu,ayah..angah tak siap lagi kerja group ngan kwn angah..kalau nak balik kol 10 pon dah tak sempat sebab memang takkan habis malam ni. Sorry ibu, ayah angah lambat bagi tau."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so so so mean that time because i wasn't actually doing group work but guess where i was??&lt;br /&gt;Tour around the One Utama.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at my friends' house for 3 days 2 nights, yet they didn't asked me anything where the hell i'm going without updating them everyday. That's beacause i'm afraid to tell more lies.&lt;br /&gt;See there, you won't feel better if you started to lie at the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Just be honest with them. If they do not let you going out, just accept the fact that they have good reasons for not letting us hangout and what not.&lt;br /&gt;They care us. They love us. and they don't want bad things happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morale of this story is be honest with yourself, your parents, and also your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lies can't solve anything.&lt;br /&gt;You can't run from the truth cause we are not being born to be a liar.&lt;br /&gt;We are bad in lying.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry with the person who scolded your for being a liar.&lt;br /&gt;It's for the sake of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself free from lies. Live in a good and healthy life without lies. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-1541714558594336436?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/1541714558594336436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=1541714558594336436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1541714558594336436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1541714558594336436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-started-with-lie.html' title='It started with a LIE'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-8075724517510552846</id><published>2009-10-04T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:50:00.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone again</title><content type='html'>left alone at home once again.&lt;br /&gt;left alone at home with all the clothes in the machine.&lt;br /&gt;left alone with the house not being sweep yet.&lt;br /&gt;left alone with all the messy things in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;left alone at home with tonnes of assignments to be completed.&lt;br /&gt;argghhhh!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah advised me not to follow them to Cik An's house.&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty at first because they are my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;but I take it positively since there are lot of assignments need to be finished.&lt;br /&gt;and  i hate the messages left by ibu before she went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angah, nanti sapu rumah.&lt;br /&gt;Angah, nanti mop rumah.&lt;br /&gt;Angah, nanti angkat baju.&lt;br /&gt;Angah, nanti sidai baju.&lt;br /&gt;Angah, tula ni laaa...bla..bla..bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i replied back "hurm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired to do all the stuff when i have lots of things to think of.&lt;br /&gt;and just now along asked me to the shop to top up her cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;and just now achik went back home.&lt;br /&gt;supposedly he has tuition and i was wandering if he had his planned for today.&lt;br /&gt;not going for tuition and lepak?&lt;br /&gt;argghhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a deep breath..&lt;br /&gt;calm down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zanna was asking whether i can go to detol's house or not.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;haaa..tu la..awat hang gatai sgt balek umah..&lt;br /&gt;kan da prob skang nie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away to complete all the task given... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-8075724517510552846?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/8075724517510552846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=8075724517510552846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/8075724517510552846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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laptop mengarang ayat...&lt;br /&gt;tp nie lah yg aku dapat...&lt;br /&gt;satu perkataan yg cukup tidak menyenangkan hati...&lt;br /&gt;nape nak categorized kn cam tu??&lt;br /&gt;suke hati ekau je kan??&lt;br /&gt;beragak la weyhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;aku nie bukannye laki..&lt;br /&gt;perempuan kayh...&lt;br /&gt;sensitip pulak tuhh...&lt;br /&gt;bla r psycho!!!&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/3135910459942705007-5482765738639143639?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/5482765738639143639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=5482765738639143639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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say for today.&lt;br /&gt;It's just because i'm practising myself in posting 7 post at least each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me sad today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apis lambat pulang buku pinjaman. dah kene denda 80 sen tapi apis yang bayar. tetapi ini telah menjatuhkan reputasiku untuk mendapat pelajar cemerlang. (hahah..berangan la nak dapat best student)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents didn't tell about having an apen house on this saturday. This means that they don't want me to involve in this open house event. I didn't say anything. At least inform me. I was abondened by them. =(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What makes me happy today??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've bought achik a pendrive that cost me only Rm24. This is for his 17th belated birthday. Achik, I know I owe you many gadgets like your mp3, headphones and also your 128mb pendrive (dah hilang pon..heheh). So, I replace it with a new one and its capacity is larger than the previous one. Hope u'll happy with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going sahur with Ika!! yeay! this is Ika's idea but I like too. Luckily, i don't have much to do for tomorrow classes. So, tonight... 'kite enjoy!!'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished reading Shopaholic and baby. It's fun. You should read it since Becky Bloomwood have many crazy things in her mind and how Luke being patient with her in fulfilling his luxury desires.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok! I've got to go. Chiao's for CTU's class that is really2 ... urm, u solve it by yourself.. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-7287302764614008828?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/7287302764614008828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=7287302764614008828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7287302764614008828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/7287302764614008828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/09/7th-post-of-month.html' title='The 7th post of the month'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-4955766315031816982</id><published>2009-09-21T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:46:03.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celcom 1+5 like shitttt....</title><content type='html'>pity to my brother n pity to myself too.&lt;br /&gt;cause his bill has reached the maximum amount.&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering how on earth he can called people till the bill was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RM249.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like shit mann.&lt;br /&gt;he only make an outgoing calls to his sub-line only.&lt;br /&gt;and it happen rarely when he called outsiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to face all this things because the bill is registered using my i/c number.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one who will be blacklisted if they didn't pay.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm very sure that he is trying his best to pay back the RM249.00&lt;br /&gt;or else i can't apply any loan in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can celcom states their terms and conditions that they have the rights not to tell their customers bout any amendments made by them. jahat gile!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm just warning you guys not to use anymore with this &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;celcom 1+5&lt;/span&gt; even i'm using it now under my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;UOX&lt;/span&gt; is the best or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hotlink Youth Club&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;even if you like to 'gayot' 24 hours, forget about the bill.&lt;br /&gt;just use prepaid. It is more safety.&lt;br /&gt;Postpaid is like a credit card and prepaid is like a debit card.&lt;br /&gt;Which one you prefer more?&lt;br /&gt;have a healthy life without any debts. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T REGISTER YOUR LINE UNDER POSTPAID PLAN. PLEASE3X...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-4955766315031816982?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/4955766315031816982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=4955766315031816982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/4955766315031816982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/4955766315031816982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/09/celcom-15-like-shitttt.html' title='Celcom 1+5 like shitttt....'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-4852933431538412181</id><published>2009-09-18T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:29:48.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sukar untuk menerima kenyataan</title><content type='html'>why is it hard to accept the fact that those people are leaving us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i've never met them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenape lah ditakdirkan mereka datang dalam hidupku dan pergi begitu sahaja?&lt;br /&gt;ya, aku mengaku yang mereka banyak memberikan kebahagiaan dalam hidupku tapi kenapa sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;hari-hari yang mendatang bakal memberikan kesuraman kepadaku dan rakan-rakanku yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku harus menerima takdir yang telah ditentukan.&lt;br /&gt;mereka pergi untuk mengejar ilmu.&lt;br /&gt;dan aku di Malaysia harus meneruskan cita-cita ku untuk belajar hingga ke menara gading.&lt;br /&gt;kita yang masih di tanah air tempat tumpahnya darah kita harus dan perlu bersemangat.&lt;br /&gt;Raya yang bakal tiba esok hari bakal kurang bermakna padaku.&lt;br /&gt;entahlah..mood untuk beraya dah hilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan di universiti lain.&lt;br /&gt;rakan di sekolah juga lain.&lt;br /&gt;kegembiraan terserlah pabila menghantar rakan-rakan sekolah melanjutkan pelajaran di negara orang tapi berlainan buat rakan universiti kerana kesedihan bersama air mata mengiringi pemergian mereka.&lt;br /&gt;mengapa ada nya perbezaan antara mereka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatin filzah..terimalah kenyataan bahawa kamu perlu meneruskan hidup kamu seperti biasa dan jangan terlalu memikirkan semua ini kerana ia bakal membawa padah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee..nape aku tak dapat terima kenyataan ni?? benci ngan hidup ini!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(   =((   =(((   =((((   =((((   =(((((   =((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-4852933431538412181?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/4852933431538412181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=4852933431538412181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/4852933431538412181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/4852933431538412181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/09/sukar-untuk-menerima-kenyataan.html' title='Sukar untuk menerima kenyataan'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-9171630496669820579</id><published>2009-09-14T08:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:14:05.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Day (hectic ke??)</title><content type='html'>7.00am&lt;br /&gt;went out from house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.20am&lt;br /&gt;reached UiTM and quickly go to ptar24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30am&lt;br /&gt;still facebook-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.00am&lt;br /&gt;x habis2 blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.20am&lt;br /&gt;FAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30pm&lt;br /&gt;PSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.10pm&lt;br /&gt;CRG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.10pm&lt;br /&gt;MGT (presentation!!! kaci cukop weapons ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.00pm&lt;br /&gt;ready nak buke puase at Naz's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30pm&lt;br /&gt;apekah yg akan sy lakukan pada waktu ini??? tungguuu..hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:bosan snanye kat ptar24 nie...x tau nk wt ape...ok..nak start study pule...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-9171630496669820579?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/9171630496669820579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=9171630496669820579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/9171630496669820579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/9171630496669820579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/09/hectic-day-hectic-ke.html' title='Hectic Day (hectic ke??)'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-2044472942682255094</id><published>2009-09-13T01:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T03:37:07.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>menghabiskan hari2 terakhir bersama....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SqvlcDNqKGI/AAAAAAAAACA/ybo3P_nlnhk/s1600-h/P9100001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SqvlcDNqKGI/AAAAAAAAACA/ybo3P_nlnhk/s200/P9100001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380646449885882466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaa..for 2 days i'd spent my time with this beautiful girl...ni lah minah yg nak fly pegi UK dah...i'm gonna miss her ssooooo much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we went to watch gamer on thursday night...actualy, there were 11 of us watching and suddenly the number of people decreasing to 8 only..where's the other 3?? hahah..mereka sebenarnye sesat nk ke OU..smp tersampai kat Puchong and then they end up going back to Shah Alam and watched UP..I wanna watch up too..People said the movie was so shweeet!! auuwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RASTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;wah..mentang2 bru pukol 11 eh...mau lepak lagi yaaa...this is because arif n nisa...memenuhi permintaan mereka mau lepak di Rasta..I don't like Rasta much because the price there doubled the normal price at mamak's restaurant..We sat there and talked until my watch shows at 2 o'clock in the morning..and maf's assignment terbengkalai tak terbuat...When we wanted to go back, we found a sesat bibik..came from nowhere..i dont have any idea where she comes from..&lt;br /&gt;Bibik..bibik..comel pulak tuu...ni lah bibik nye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/Sqvq0mhu88I/AAAAAAAAACI/-HQdJtrQYzQ/s1600-h/P9100011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/Sqvq0mhu88I/AAAAAAAAACI/-HQdJtrQYzQ/s200/P9100011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380652369240323010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a look at aizzaty's face...gelisah kah anda?? heheh..ika..tersenyum lebar...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SqvusKX3S6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/73I8oMZXK64/s1600-h/P9100009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SqvusKX3S6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/73I8oMZXK64/s200/P9100009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380656622290291618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MURNI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The place where we have our breaking fast. I love their blended..yummy2..the first time I went there I ordered honeydew blended and for the second time I have Honeydew blended too..but this time I shared with Yana or else my stomach will get bloated..I ate loh si fan too in the claypot with yana also..Nasib baik share ngan yana food tu..kalau x, jd syaitonirrajim nye frens laa...huhuh...membazir kalau tak habis..We end up eating there around 10 o'clock..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SqvxEQ-TkAI/AAAAAAAAACY/0CTFSFSqAQI/s1600-h/P9110027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SqvxEQ-TkAI/AAAAAAAAACY/0CTFSFSqAQI/s200/P9110027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380659235402256386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is Zira's food.. Spagetthi Carbonara..delicious!! ummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDALUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andalus is a place where people sisha..they said the taste were good and smooth..this is the fourth time i went there if i'm not mistaken...what i like at Andalus is the smell of their asap...hahah..sedap bau...we played memory using cards and Zira won the game..and then we played CLUEDO..I like that game..at first, its difficult to understand the rules of the game and how to play and as we started to play, its easier actualy...and I'm the winner for the game..huhu..we took more than hour to finished it until Lzr fall asleep... I end the game with the statement 'PUTEH bunuh Ridhwan menggunakan ROPE di dalam SPA'..huhu...tipu je snanye statement tu..At 3++, we heading back t0 PJ to eat Nasi Lemak Power bak kate Zira..The nasi lemak was so tiny and small and I don't know it cost how much because Hazwan treat us for Sahur..urmm..I had a heavy food by eating Nasi Lemak Suri...While on the way back from Andalus, ternampak la satu kereta BMW putih plat AW41 (betul ke cam nie??) but the most important thing is Awal..I saw him..haahha..Yana sempat cakap Hye lagi kt die...tu je..excited sbb terjumpe die..tp die lepak kat Castle not Andalus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUMAH SEWA YANA,LZR,ZIRA,ZATY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This rumah sewa Jalan Plumbum will be the last place for me..we reached there around 6am..and then I took out my contact lenses and fall asleep..I woke up at 7am and have my Subuh prayer and then I continue back sleeping until my watch shows 12pm..that's great..I never woke up at 12..penangan lepak punya pasal smp ke pagi..amek kau..hahah..once in a blue moon..nways, I enjoyed much since it was with Yana...nanti rindu kat die..ni lah masenye nak lepak puas2 ngan yana...kan yana kan? =)&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/3135910459942705007-2044472942682255094?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/2044472942682255094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=2044472942682255094&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2044472942682255094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/2044472942682255094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/09/menghabiskan-hari2-terakhir-bersama.html' title='menghabiskan hari2 terakhir bersama....'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SqvlcDNqKGI/AAAAAAAAACA/ybo3P_nlnhk/s72-c/P9100001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-3817688868462737035</id><published>2009-09-07T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:40:21.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ekspidisi mencari kasut raya di Pyramid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The journey started at 10.30 where I fetched my little sister from her tuition center and brought her straight away to Sunway Pyramid with my other sisters. There, ibu gave us money to buy shoes for raya. I told my mom at the first place where I just wanna go find a pair of shoes and rush back home because I have lots of work to be finished up before Tuesday but time passed by so quickly that i didn't realized i spent approximately 5 hours there just to find a pair of shoes each. The first one who got her shoes would be my youngest sister. Adik, next time I will buy your shoes after I got mine. Mentang-mentang la dah dapat dulu, asal nak balik cepat je. If it wasn't in the fasting month, for sure I give her something that can silent up her merengekness tu. We still searching for a nice pair of shoes. There we walk and walk until we reached Parkson. There,we had tested the hypnos perfume. At that time, while testing, I discovered someone who I haven't contact him since the last 2 years. Why am I always seeing him lately?? but too coward to have a talk with him. Hish! benci la hidup ini. This is the actual story I wanna talk about. He was walking with his family and I didn't know if he saw me. Lemme tell you the chronology of meeting him after he decided pursuing his study in Malaysia. Bak kate pepatah, 'hujan emas di negara orang, hujan batu di negara sendiri, lebih baik di negara sendiri'. macam tu eh? dah terlupe lah pulak peribahase nie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;where I met him in Bukit Raja with her girlfriend and he wore white shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;while I was in Jamilah (JLH 8509), he walked thru the car and got in the car behind Jamilah which is green Myvi and I didn't know who drove it. He wore white shirt too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when I was rushing to Arab's class after having CTU at DK3. Dia pakai putih lagi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this is the last and newest one which I saw him this evening. wearing white too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pehal die suke sangat putih nie? Entah2 wardrobe die full of white tshirts only tak?? hahah&lt;br /&gt;Why did I always saw him lately? I'm trying to avoid this from happened. Eeeey...pegi lah jauh jauh kamu ni perasaan. You will receive nothing if you keep on tracking and stalking him. I remind it.. NOTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;Did he noticed me when I was walking in front of him in the 3rd situation above?? I walked through him and I really look straight in his eyes. I did and he did too I think. Ok, the fact is I'm afraid to see him again since the last tragedy in 2006. I won't forget that and what amazed me was because I've been waiting him since 1999 where I first met him and know him in 1998. Almost 10 years. Mak aih..lame gile weyh. I prefer being like this from hurting other peoples feeling just because of hunting this 'white tshirt' guy. Nak pakai putih je jugak la lepas nie, baru boleh same sentiasa. hahah..lawak gile hidup asek putih je, baik pakai telekung terus je ke mane-mane. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my purpose of going to Pyramid, nak cari kasut la of course kan. I got mine and my elder sister too but pity with alang, the one she wants most tak ade size. Kesian kan. Never mind alang, you still can have one later.&lt;br /&gt;And..and..the most thing that I was very very very happy is because I bought my dad a shirt. Actualy we bought. We make a contribution of 30 bucks each for the Bonia shirt. Huhuh.. Ayah, tu kire as pengganti hadiah for your birthday lah eh. Special tu ayah dapat baju raye tau. Khas from your daughters. Ayah, hopefully you'll happy with the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;We end up our shopping in J.CO. Its been a long time I haven't ate the 'don-don at-at' bak kate adik. Actualy that is donut. hehe. We reached home at 3.30pm. =)&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/3135910459942705007-3817688868462737035?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3817688868462737035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=3817688868462737035&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3817688868462737035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/3817688868462737035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/09/ekspidisi-mencari-kasut-raya-di-pyramid.html' title='Ekspidisi mencari kasut raya di Pyramid'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-898886400701935157</id><published>2009-09-04T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:32:16.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th Ramadhan...</title><content type='html'>The 15th day of tarawikh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"angah! cepatla..kite dah lambat nie..nanti orang dah solat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was what alang said before we went to the mosque..&lt;br /&gt;luckily when i nearly reached the mosque and was finding a space parking, they were still delivering speech..fuhh!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selamat..kalau tak masbuq la jawabnye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;setibenye di pintu masjid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ni je ke yg tinggal?? biar betul??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was what i asked my sister...&lt;br /&gt;suprisingly, the muslimah's saf only left 4 rows...&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine the first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tarawikh&lt;/span&gt; where there were peoples having no place to pray..&lt;br /&gt;but now, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;the number of people decreasing..&lt;br /&gt;i bet the number of people going to be less day by day until the end of Ramadhan that will be only 2 rows? a rows?? maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i plant in my mind was..&lt;br /&gt;this is the last Ramadhan and it only comes once a year..&lt;br /&gt;so what am i waiting for??&lt;br /&gt;go and grab the chance as long as you can do it...&lt;br /&gt;think of when you reach the age of 60++..&lt;br /&gt;u won't having this teenage energy to do extra pray...&lt;br /&gt;so, what is my aim now is to fully utilize the Ramadhan month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really really dream of praying at Masjid Negeri..&lt;br /&gt;hope that one day i can go there and feel the pray there...&lt;br /&gt;Amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah..talking about this weird dude...&lt;br /&gt;he used to be in my class when i was in primary school..&lt;br /&gt;what did he do now is nothing..&lt;br /&gt;i still remembered the day where i met him at a shop nearby my house..&lt;br /&gt;he saw me and he talks a lot..&lt;br /&gt;he told me the story of his life..&lt;br /&gt;then i just heard and nodded my head..&lt;br /&gt;he creates story by saying that he is studying in politeknik shah alam and taking 2 courses at the same time..huhu..i used to believe his story..&lt;br /&gt;then, when i went back home, my parents said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hahah..percayelah kamu dgn die tuu..tau tak die buat pe skarang?! jadi jaga masjid"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh..i was being cheated by him..its ok then...he's doing good deeds...&lt;br /&gt;he really did his job as a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jaga&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;i saw him bringing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rotan&lt;/span&gt; all the time..&lt;br /&gt;what he did was to safeguards the kids from playing at the back...&lt;br /&gt;Kids like to make noise when the adults are praying...&lt;br /&gt;he was there and with his big fat body, the kids were afraid with him...&lt;br /&gt;thanx to him for making me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;khusyu&lt;/span&gt;k while praying..&lt;br /&gt;keep on your good work dude!!&lt;br /&gt;hahah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-898886400701935157?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/898886400701935157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=898886400701935157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/898886400701935157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/898886400701935157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/09/14th-ramadhan.html' title='14th Ramadhan...'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-4330519187691093268</id><published>2009-08-26T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:32:23.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day where I left alone</title><content type='html'>being alone actually is a good thing...&lt;br /&gt;I use to be alone at college since my sister always busy with her system and she often stay at her friends' house...&lt;br /&gt;so, being alone now in my family's house is nothing for me...&lt;br /&gt;I have my own time...&lt;br /&gt;I can enjoy myself by surfing the internet as much as I like...&lt;br /&gt;Watching television all the time...&lt;br /&gt;That is quite fun but I think if I live like this for another weeks, I might get into Tanjung Rambutan..hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened with me for the last one and a half week??&lt;br /&gt;Am i pressured??&lt;br /&gt;For almost 2 weeks i live alone and so far I am happy with myself..&lt;br /&gt;Why?? I didn't hang out with my friends at all...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I started hating lepak malam??? no..no..no..&lt;br /&gt;the lepak thing is actually nothing but how you manage yourself..&lt;br /&gt;and now it's proof that i can't manage myself well..&lt;br /&gt;I always feel pretty crap in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;so, how to prevent this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the night before&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;avoid coffee and chocolate the night before. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(coffee and chocolate may disturb your sleep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make sure you are happy before going to bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pray. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(the most important thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't eat dinner right before bed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(the digestion process terencat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;organize your room well. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(make sure nothing is on your bed except you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to the toilet. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(built a safety zone, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takut terkenc tgh2 mlm&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;during the night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;make sure it isn't too hot and too cold.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep the window open.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; (give a good airflow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a consistent sleep. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(6 hours a day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cut out noise. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(tula pasal dok kampung aman damai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;drink a glass of water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exercise. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(at least 20 minutes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;say no to coffee... =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;breathe deeply.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have something excited to think about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get up straight away. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(don't snooze your phone over and over again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be grateful because you are still alive. =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;try using the tips..u might get a wonderful day every morning and also through out the day.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ha'ah ek..npe ttbe ak ckp sal bende2 yg leh menyegarkan di pagi hari...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da terpesong dari topik asal nie..hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's related to my topic which the day where i left alone, i post something...&lt;br /&gt;it is a part of my lonely activity..hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to see you soon... xoxo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-4330519187691093268?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/4330519187691093268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=4330519187691093268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/4330519187691093268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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me alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;aku da tamau tipu diri sendiri lagi..&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be honest with my parents and myself...&lt;br /&gt;i need to focus on my study...&lt;br /&gt;so,get me out of this problems...&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah..tunjukkan lah aku ke jln yg benar...&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikanlah petunjuk kepada ku supaya aku tidak sesat...&lt;br /&gt;Amin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-5137301488230678350?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/5137301488230678350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=5137301488230678350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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perkataan&lt;br /&gt;H=Heart&lt;br /&gt;G=Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(knock! knock! knock!)&lt;br /&gt;H: can you open the cage for me please?&lt;br /&gt;G: What for?&lt;br /&gt;H: I don't wanna be trap in my own cage. I'm bored being in here for years.&lt;br /&gt;G: Why? I gave you all the things you want.&lt;br /&gt;H: haha! Did you?&lt;br /&gt;G: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;H: You don't know?? pe kes babe??!!&lt;br /&gt;G: I don't know! Please don't ask me anything.&lt;br /&gt;H: Pe pasal la ngan engkau nie. Cacat tol..Go and ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;G: I'm letting you out of the cage for someone but I don't know how can I let u in back.&lt;br /&gt;H: There you are weird girl.&lt;br /&gt;G: No! I'm not! but it can be...heheh&lt;br /&gt;H: Please don't laugh. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;G: Ok! Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;H: Aren't you jealous of looking couples out there being together all the time?&lt;br /&gt;G: Yup, of course! They look sweet and sour.&lt;br /&gt;H: Hey! Not sour laa..but sweet only. So, what are you waiting for? Lemme out of here, then&lt;br /&gt;      people will say the same to you too. Nak ke tak nak?&lt;br /&gt;G: Of course laa...but I'm still searching for someone who can help you out of the cage.&lt;br /&gt;H: why la? You've found someone already aite?&lt;br /&gt;G: I don't know. I don't think so. I think I'm just acting.&lt;br /&gt;H: hish! gile la kau nie...suke mainkan perasaan orang lain kan?!&lt;br /&gt;G: No, I'm not but I don't think it's the right time.&lt;br /&gt;H: Pale hot engkau! Sampai ke tua pon tak kan jumpe. Bagus la tu.&lt;br /&gt;G: he is not my Mr. Guy. Tolong lah faham weyh.&lt;br /&gt;H: Memangla. you're the only that understand yourself. not others.&lt;br /&gt;G: he is not my type. Fullstop!&lt;br /&gt;H: have you ever dream being with him for the entire of your life?&lt;br /&gt;G: One simple word. Nope!&lt;br /&gt;H: Keling! Kejap nak kejap x nak.&lt;br /&gt;G: Eh! suke hati aku la..ko pehal nak pakse2?&lt;br /&gt;H: If that's the case, quit from being with him.&lt;br /&gt;G: ek eh..aku cam de pape je ngan die tapi bknnye official ok..tp..people will start talking if i end&lt;br /&gt;     up this 'cam de pape' things tu..&lt;br /&gt;H: It's better if they start talking now rather than in the future when things become complicated.&lt;br /&gt;G: cam na la mau cakap ngan die nie..i'm in an ethical dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;H: lu pikir la sendiri! you're the one who create problems.&lt;br /&gt;G: help me please.&lt;br /&gt;H: I have my problems too. thinking of how can to live in the cage.&lt;br /&gt;G: I know. Sorry. Can you just sit in there silently? I promise I gave you a long lasting freedom.&lt;br /&gt;H: When? 10 years more?!&lt;br /&gt;G: No la! half from that. ok?&lt;br /&gt;H: Up to you.&lt;br /&gt;G: Okayh! I'll try my best to be the happppiest single person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;H: good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Sorry to the person called 'him' and also to my friends. I've tried my best to be with him but I knew I'm not ready yet. Perhaps I will love someone called 'husband' but not 'boyfriend'.&lt;br /&gt;That's me..if you wanna know.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-5679450448040881497?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/5679450448040881497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=5679450448040881497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/5679450448040881497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/5679450448040881497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/08/awkward-heart-or-awkward-girl.html' title='Awkward heart or awkward girl?'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-8037238925666078141</id><published>2009-08-11T21:49:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:35:30.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family trip to Sabah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SoF3uJqNNoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EphKYZlvnMY/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SoF3uJqNNoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EphKYZlvnMY/s320/DSC00852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368703865552975490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haaa...ni la gambar kami beramai-ramai ketika di Sabah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;location: Kundasang, Sabah&lt;br /&gt;time: 9 a.m (agaknye la kott)&lt;br /&gt;date: forgot already...in the month of Feb if i'm not mistaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme start our journey to Sabah on the 1st day...&lt;br /&gt;i quit from attending etr class coz my flight is at 3.00 p.m..&lt;br /&gt;so, i have to rushed back immediately after far360's class...&lt;br /&gt;we arrived at Sabah approximately at 7.30p.m..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner...having dinner at pasar filipin would be the 1st and the last place ever we eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sumpah x nak g ctu lg&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;the condition of the place was not that great and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mmg x&lt;/span&gt; great&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lngsung pn&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ibu had spent RM200++ on the food but we didn't really enjoyed the food...&lt;br /&gt;this is the picture of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makcik cun tp cekik darah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mentang-mentangla kitorang nie pelancong...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mati-mati kene tpu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAIT!! cifen aaa... &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SoF7Uw--u4I/AAAAAAAAABI/KiaRpQedbW0/s1600-h/PIC_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SoF7Uw--u4I/AAAAAAAAABI/KiaRpQedbW0/s320/PIC_0731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368707827479001986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;ayah and ibu went out finding breakfast for us...&lt;br /&gt;urmmm...we had bread with gigantic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kepah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;see how big it is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kepah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kerang&lt;/span&gt;...yummy-licious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SoF8od7BIeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPqlMuHI5_w/s1600-h/PIC_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SoF8od7BIeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPqlMuHI5_w/s320/PIC_0735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368709265471119842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sworn that the taste was not the same like the ordinary and small one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sumpah sedap giloz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11am..&lt;br /&gt;we went to the Sabah Center Point..&lt;br /&gt;there, i bought a black cardigan and it was so cheap..&lt;br /&gt;it cost me only 50 bucks..and i won't regret buying it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30pm...&lt;br /&gt;had lunch in the hotel room..&lt;br /&gt;guess what...we ate an enormous prawn..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.(haih..sume bende la plk nk bsr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only ate 2 big prawns with bario rice and see what happen to my face at 4pm...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SoadehPxOiI/AAAAAAAAABg/Gwyf8NvTMI4/s1600-h/PIC_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SoadehPxOiI/AAAAAAAAABg/Gwyf8NvTMI4/s200/PIC_0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370152753332042274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all of my body and face were covered with swellings...&lt;br /&gt;even on my head too..so i bought a pack of salt and rub it gently...&lt;br /&gt;it was painful and itchy...&lt;br /&gt;i insisted of going around the other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasar malam&lt;/span&gt; with my swelling face..&lt;br /&gt;people were staring at me and i'm not ashamed with my face...&lt;br /&gt;once in a blue moon...&lt;br /&gt;and after that i swear to myself not to it that gigantic prawn in a short period...&lt;br /&gt;it take 24 hours to heal down the disease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUNDASANG!!! here we come..&lt;br /&gt;this place was so freaking cold at night and early in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;it is nearby the Gunung Kinabalu which every one wish hiking till the peak zone...&lt;br /&gt;and it is one of my dreams climbing up the mountain..&lt;br /&gt;Pak andak...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bile nak bawak fatin panjat gunung kinabalu nie???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventhough it is a cold place, but there are also hot spring...&lt;br /&gt;i miss Kundasang a lot...wish I can go there for the second time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/SoakwVguxEI/AAAAAAAAABw/xsnkF6ApU4k/s1600-h/PIC_0900.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/_yzs2D73iTWg/SoakwVguxEI/AAAAAAAAABw/xsnkF6ApU4k/s200/PIC_0900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370160756000998466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ini adalah gambar orang eskimo yg kesejukan di Kundasang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day where we have to go back to Peninsular...&lt;br /&gt;but..we still have time to go shopping for the last time...&lt;br /&gt;guess where were the place??&lt;br /&gt;hahahah...back to KK...&lt;br /&gt;i bought some souvenirs for my friends...&lt;br /&gt;most of it was key chain and also brooch...&lt;br /&gt;guess what my mom bought from Sabah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Udang kering laa&lt;/span&gt;...i don't know the specialty of Sabah's dried prawn...&lt;br /&gt;and what important here i hate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;udang kering..ikan bilis lg sdp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulang..pulang...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se tibe nye di airport Sabah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/Soapn38-K3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/sTjGHAxvHWQ/s1600-h/PIC_1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/Soapn38-K3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/sTjGHAxvHWQ/s200/PIC_1245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370166108185570162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is one of our trolley from Sabah and we have another 2..&lt;br /&gt;we brought 2 trolleys from Peninsular and now it increase to 3 trolleys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tula...byk sgt memborong..ni la padahnye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our plane depart after Maghrib and we reached home around 11pm&lt;br /&gt;that was a long journey to Sabah but we enjoyed much...&lt;br /&gt;bak kate pepatah "Jauh Perjalanan Luas Pemandangan"&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/3135910459942705007-8037238925666078141?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/8037238925666078141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=8037238925666078141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-5532528270436150915</id><published>2009-08-10T09:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:17:06.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I addicted??</title><content type='html'>Am I addicted on posting my words in my blog??&lt;br /&gt;hurmmm..maybe...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awal2 la kot cam nak terajen&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;for only today i've posted 3 posts...that's a lot...&lt;br /&gt;i think by doing this will release the tensionnnnessss of study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agak nye la kot kan&lt;/span&gt;...heheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sleepy..someone! help me out from this situation...&lt;br /&gt;i slept for only an hour today...&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be sleepy in class after this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagi tadi bangun pon dah mamai2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ntah2 lecturer ckp kt dpn kang pon bagaikan angin masuk telinga kanan kuar telinga kiri..heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up! wake up!!&lt;br /&gt;ok...class far..ready to sleep..but i'll utilized the time as possible as I can...&lt;br /&gt;half an hour should be ok..&lt;br /&gt;that means I still can focus for the remaining one and a half hours in the class...&lt;br /&gt;yay!! happy to here that...&lt;br /&gt;good night sleeping beauty... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-5532528270436150915?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/5532528270436150915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=5532528270436150915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/5532528270436150915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/5532528270436150915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-i-addicted.html' title='Am I addicted??'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yzs2D73iTWg/TJXPA5QODmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XQF-qltvoXM/S220/tepi+pantai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135910459942705007.post-6930528761585811289</id><published>2009-08-10T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:11:24.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yup..I've done with it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Give thanx to Allah,&lt;br /&gt;for the moon and the stars,&lt;br /&gt;prays in all day full,&lt;br /&gt;what is and what was,&lt;br /&gt;take hold of your iman,&lt;br /&gt;don't giving to shaitan,&lt;br /&gt;oh you who believe,&lt;br /&gt;Please give thanx to Allah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i've done with this CRG thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tepat jam&lt;/span&gt; 2.45 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pg&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;thanx to boy for calling me and giving me the ideas of PBL1...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i wrote..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully PM Azim won't realized my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merepek&lt;/span&gt;ness...&lt;br /&gt;hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now perhaps..&lt;br /&gt;i would like to make a move...&lt;br /&gt;the bed is calling for me...&lt;br /&gt;but since i start to sleep at 3 o'clock,&lt;br /&gt;what is the exact greet i should give you guys???&lt;br /&gt;good night or good morning??&lt;br /&gt;or good mornight? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(the combination of morning + night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-6930528761585811289?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/6930528761585811289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=6930528761585811289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/6930528761585811289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/6930528761585811289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/2009/08/yupive-done-with-it.html' title='yup..I&apos;ve done with it...'/><author><name>fatinfilzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05846514971566569830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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best in completing this crazy assignment...&lt;br /&gt;i need to finished it up by morning...&lt;br /&gt;go! chayok fatin!!!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3135910459942705007-1672750582859683234?l=notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnaturallyhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/1672750582859683234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3135910459942705007&amp;postID=1672750582859683234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1672750582859683234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3135910459942705007/posts/default/1672750582859683234'/><link rel='alternate' 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